Temporarily Yours (Shillings Agency)

by Diane Alberts

  “Yes. That’s it,” he whispered, scraping his thumb against her sensitive clit. She pumped her hips one last time, and then her body went tense, her pussy squeezing down on him as she exploded. He didn’t let up on her once she relaxed, instead he brushed his thumb over her clit and wiggled his fingers again.

  She tensed again, her cheeks even more red, and this time he withdrew his hand from between her legs. She collapsed against her seat, breathing heavily. Satisfaction poured through his veins.

  The fasten seatbelts sign came on with a ding. Kayla’s eyes went wide, and he saw a mixture of awe and embarrassment in her expression. “Oh my God.”

  He offered her an easy grin, even though his blood was pounding in his head and his cock was so fucking hard it hurt to move. “Now buckle up. We’re about to land, if I’m not mistaken.”

  She tugged down her skirt and fastened her seatbelt with shaking fingers, and he busied himself with adjusting his khakis to allow room for his painful erection. Jesus Christ, he’d never been so turned on in his life.

  And yet…even he was a little shocked at what they’d just done. Hell, he didn’t go around fucking women in public. Granted, he didn’t actually fuck her, but still.

  He’d made her come—on an airplane, of all places.

  What had gotten into him? And why couldn’t he wait to get his hands on her again? On the plane, in the airport, in a hotel. He didn’t care where or when, but he needed more. She intoxicated him in every way.

  He drew in a deep breath and looked at her, prepared for anything from tears to anger. Instead, she held up one of her crazy little wipes at him, her eyes on his hands, as calm as can be. “Here. For your hand.”

  He let out a short laugh then swallowed it down. He’d expected her to panic about landing or about, oh, he didn’t know, fucking coming in front of a whole plane, and she handed him a sanitary wipe? The woman was unbelievable. “Seriously?”

  She turned beet red. “Sure, why not?”

  He took the wipe from her and cleaned his fingers, his thoughts scattered. “You have something for any situation in that thing, don’t you?”

  “Pretty much.” She shrugged and dropped her gaze. Then peeked back up at him from behind her hair. “I like to be prepared. Oh, and thanks, by the way. For all the distracting.” She flushed even more. “You went above and beyond the call of duty. So…yeah. Thanks.”

  “Don’t mention it,” he said dryly.

  The way she clutched her hands together tightly told him all he needed to know about her. She might pretend that it wasn’t a huge issue to her, but she was clearly nervous as hell. Their eyes met, but instead of calming him down…she fueled him on.

  She might think this was the end of their time together, but if he had anything to say about it…it was only the beginning.

  …

  Well, that had certainly been a plane ride like no other.

  Ever since Cooper had made her come with his fingers and a few whispered words, she’d been at a loss for what to say. He seemed to accept this without question, though. In fact, he’d been holding her hand and comforting her as they descended.

  Who was this man, and what planet did he come from? In her experience, men like Cooper weren’t real. They existed purely in the pages of romance novels and chick flicks.

  But here he was. In the flesh. Driving her crazy with need.

  What was she supposed to do with him now?

  The plane jostled as it touched ground, and he fisted his hand in his lap. “Looks like we made it alive. No fiery crashes, and no watery grave.”

  “Thank God.” She sat up straight and cleared her throat. “Thank you, again, for…well, everything.” And for the mind-blowing orgasm. Definitely for the orgasm.

  His lips quirked, almost as if he’d read her mind. “You’re welcome.”

  The attendant’s voice came over the speaker, welcoming them to North Carolina. Cooper looked at Kayla. She stared back. After a moment, she broke the silence. “What now?”

  “Now we wait to get off.” He looked over his shoulder and tapped his foot impatiently.

  She snorted. “I thought I already did.”

  A chuckle escaped him. “Get your mind out of the gutter.”

  “All right, everyone,” the flight attendant said from the front of the plane, her eyes skimming over all of the passengers. Kayla couldn’t help but wonder if she knew what they had been up to in that back row. “Please watch your step on the jet bridge as you exit the plane.”

  Kayla stood up clumsily, cursing her legs for feeling so damned weak and shaky. “We made it in one piece.”

  “Indeed we did. After you.” Cooper motioned her forward, waiting for her to clear the aisle. Then he grabbed his carry-on out of the overhead bin and followed her. “So, did you rent a car, or are your parents picking you up?”

  Kayla looked over her shoulder at him. “No car for me. I’m catching the shuttle to a nearby hotel, where I’ll be staying for the next few days. I’ll call my mom to pick me up in the morning, when they’re awake. She wanted to come tonight, but I decided to take a night to recover from the flight before I got swept up in the wedding madness.”

  He scratched the back of his head, looking utterly adorable with his tussled hair and sleepy eyes. Damn, but not many men could pull off that look. She was staring so hard as she walked, she tripped over a child’s seat that was waiting to be picked up in the jet bridge.

  “Watch it!” he called, just as she stumbled forward.

  She righted herself quickly, trying to hide her embarrassment. “I’m okay.”

  He caught him fighting back a grin. “Good. That car seat came out of nowhere, huh?”

  After that, they walked the rest of the way up the jet bridge in silence until they reached the gate. “Do you have baggage to pick up?” she asked.

  “No, this is all I brought.” he said, gesturing to his bag. “But I’ll go with you to the baggage carousel if you want. If not, that’s okay, too.”

  Oh, she wanted, all right. The question was, did he? He hadn’t said a word about continuing what they’d started on the plane somewhere else yet. But he hadn’t walked away yet, either.

  So that meant something, right?

  “Sure, come on.” She took a step, then remembered something he’d said to her earlier. “Wait, you said you would see me after the flight. If you didn’t have baggage to collect, then why did you say you’d see me again? Did you lie to me?”

  “No.” He shifted on his feet. “I would’ve come to check on you.”

  “Even though you didn’t need any luggage?”

  He met her eyes. “Yep. I would’ve made sure you were all right before I left. I don’t make empty promises. If I say I’ll see you later, I’ll see you later.”

  “Oh.” Her heart melted even more. He was oh-so-dangerous to her well-being with all his heroic thoughts and his magical orgasm-inducing fingers. She might as well climb out of her underwear and straddle him now, because that’s how tonight was going to end if they didn’t part ways soon. “I see.”

  He fell into step beside her. “After we’re done here, I need to grab the keys for my rental. Want to come with me? I can drop you off at your hotel.”

  That sounded promising. “Okay.”

  She couldn’t wait to bring him back to a hotel for one hell of a night.

  Chapter Six

  After picking up the key from the rental car desk, Cooper followed Kayla outside, wheeling her suitcase behind him. She’d been quiet ever since they landed. He wasn’t sure what was going on in that pretty little head of hers, but he was dying to know.

  He didn’t want to walk away yet.

  He swallowed hard and glanced up at the moon. It seemed just as unreachable as the beauty in front of him. “My car is in spot 123C.”

  She pointed off to a row across the lot. “There’s row C.”

  “Yeah, I think I see my ride.” When she headed in that direction, he picked up speed so he could walk
beside her.

  There was no other car near his rental, which made sense considering the hour. It had to be pushing one in the morning, if not later. In fact, the only reason the front desk was still open was because he’d asked if they’d wait for him to arrive. Now that he’d picked up the key, even the desk attendant had turned off the building lights and was nowhere to be found.

  Halting mid-step, she grabbed his arm, stopping him in his tracks, too. “Wait. Should you be driving?”

  He cocked his head. “Why wouldn’t I be okay to drive?”

  “You were drinking.”

  He snorted. “I didn’t drink as much as you did. You didn’t notice, but I stopped drinking a while ago. I’m sober as a clergyman.”

  “Oh.”

  “So, want that ride or not?”

  When she nodded, anticipation shot through his body. Moments later, they reached his car. He loaded their bags and unlocked the doors so they could get in, and then tossed his jacket in the seat. Before he could climb in the driver’s side, she came up to him and held out her arms. “You ready?”

  He eyed her. “For?”

  “Dancing, of course.”

  “Haha. Real funny.” But then he realized she wasn’t kidding at all. “Wait. You really want to do this? I might break your foot.”

  “Of course I want to! Consider it payment for helping me tonight.” She flushed as soon as the words were out of her mouth. Even in this dim lighting he could see that. “For keeping me talking, I mean.”

  He walked up to her and placed his hands on her hips. “All right. Show me.” He moved so close her chest brushed his. “I’m ready if you are.”

  Setting a hand on his shoulder, she instructed, “Hold my hand, but leave the other one on my hip.”

  He did as told, slipping his leg between hers. He had a pretty good idea that he wasn’t supposed to do that for a proper dance, but she didn’t correct him. “Okay. What now?”

  “Now, we take two steps forward, two steps back…” She followed him as he did what she told him, her body moving with a grace he’d never possess. “Good. Keep going, but move around as if we’re on a ballroom floor, instead of staying in this spot.”

  He spun her in a dramatic circle, sweeping across the length of a parking spot. She giggled, her eyes shining up at him in the moonlight. He repeated the movement, making a wide arc around the car. Her hand fit perfectly in his, as if she were made to be his.

  When he dipped her over his arm, she laughed and lifted her head, looking up at him. “Are you sure you haven’t done this before?”

  “Quite.” Her happiness distracted him so much he stumbled over his own feet. They clung to each other, breathing heavily, their noses touching. He swallowed hard, his eyes latched on hers. “You know, I do know one type of dancing that you might not.”

  She licked her lips.

  “What kind of dance is that?” she asked, her voice throaty and sexy as hell.

  He pulled her upright without warning, until she rested on his upper thigh. “Follow my lead.”

  “Okay,” she breathed.

  Leaning down, he brushed his lips over hers then did a dip, supporting her lower back with his hand. To his surprise, she relaxed, lifting her breasts to his view without any effort. He eased her back up and kissed her neck, rotating his hips against hers.

  She moaned and held on tight. As she moved against his leg, she dug her fingers into his shoulders. He dipped her again. This time, she fluidly bent so far backward he immediately dropped his head and nipped the sliver of skin exposed above the neckline of her sweater. Damn, she tasted so good, he had a hard time moving away from her.

  He ran his free hand up her side, closing his palm around her breast. The damn turtleneck needed to go. He ached to put his mouth where his hand was. She gasped and lifted back up, her hands closing on the back of his neck.

  Melding her lips to his, she slipped her tongue inside with a sigh. He groaned and stumbled back, slamming against the car. Her wool coat fell open and he slid his hands inside it. Swinging her around without breaking their kiss, he pressed her up against the SUV and lifted her legs. She wrapped their long length around him, opening herself to him, and he almost shouted with joy.

  Nibbling on her ear, he said, “I want you. Now.” He traced the curve of her breasts. Fucking A, the woman was perfection

  “Yes,” she sighed. She squeezed his arms. “Now.”

  Sweet Jesus, there was a God. Rolling his hips against hers again, he reached for the handle. It was time to finish what they’d started on that plane.

  Chapter Seven

  Kayla wrapped her legs around Cooper’s waist, quivering from the desire he sparked in her. She’d never wanted someone so badly that she couldn’t even wait ten short minutes to get to a hotel room. She knew it was freaking freezing outside, but she didn’t feel a thing with how hot he was making her. Her whole body tingled with awareness. Awareness of him.

  She had to have him. Right here. Right now.

  Nothing else mattered.

  He opened the car door and laid her gently on the backseat, pushing her sweater up and kissing her stomach. Bending down further, he licked the insides of her thighs and kissed his way up her leg. When he flicked his tongue over her already drenched panties, she cried out and dug her nails into his scalp. “Oh my God, Cooper. Yes.”

  He shoved the silken material aside, closing his mouth over her clit. She arched her hips, the pleasure consuming her within seconds. As his tongue worked over her, making her climb higher and higher, she tightened her thighs on his head to keep him in place. If he stopped now, she just might die.

  His finger slipped inside her, and she threw her head back, a cry escaping her lips as she came explosively. She clawed at him, tugging him up. “Please. Fuck me.”

  He bit off a curse and crawled over her, slamming the door shut behind him.

  Smashing his lips down on hers, he lowered himself between her legs, his hard cock pressing against her. When his tongue flicked hers at the same time as his cock pressed against her sensitive clit, she cried out and raised her hips. She could taste herself on his tongue, along with his masculine flavor, which she’d grown accustomed to over the past few hours.

  It was an intoxicating mix.

  Pure pleasure shot through her veins, rich and heady and addictive.

  God, he knew the perfect way to touch her, to leave her trembling and on the brink of orgasm within seconds, even though she’d just been there what felt like only minutes before. Trailing her hands down his shoulders, over his pecs, and to his waist, she tugged the sweater up.

  Tearing her mouth free, she panted, “Take it off. I want to see you.”

  “I will if you will,” he said, stealing one last kiss before he pushed off of her. He perched on the edge of the seat between her legs and yanked his sweater off. The peek at his six-pack she’d gotten earlier was just a sneak preview of the full show. His muscle-ripped body surpassed her expectation. She reached up and traced the lines of his stomach with both hands, all the way down to the waist of his khakis. Hard. Hot. Pure man. He closed his eyes and his abs clenched. She watched him, mesmerized by the harsh planes of his body, and skimmed her fingers over his cock. With a tortured groan, he captured her hand and held it still against him. “You better stop that if you want me to take my time.”

  “I don’t.” She yanked free from his grip and cupped him again, massaging his cock through his pants. “I want you to fuck me.”

  “Kayla… Christ, that feels good.”

  Holy crap, he was much bigger than she expected. Sure, he was tall and muscular, and he had the type of body and confidence that made her think he would be well-endowed, but this was…wow.

  Shaking off the thought, she closed her fingers around him through the fabric, running her hand down his cock as best as she could. He leaned against the door and groaned, his hips moving into her touch. She couldn’t decide if she wanted to spend hours torturing him or if she had to hav
e him now.

  Urgency won out.

  She unbuttoned his pants, carefully unzipped them, and slid her hand inside his boxers, circling his smooth cock with her fingers. With her free hand, she tugged him back down by the neck and captured his mouth. He pressed her back on the seat.

  His breath coming out heavy, he tore his mouth off of hers and nibbled a path down her jaw, all the way to the base of her throat. Everywhere his lips touched burned. She was on fire, and he was fanning the flames. He reached down and tugged up the fabric around her waist, divesting her of her turtleneck.

  The cool air helped her burning flesh somewhat—until he touched her again. But if she was going down in flames, then he was coming with her. Her fingers moved over his length again, then slid down to the base of his cock.

  He grunted and pulled her hand out of his pants, his jaw tight. “Enough.” He slid his hand around her back and undid her bra with a flick of his wrist, then pulled it off her shoulders. It fell on the floor somewhere. “Holy shit. You’re beautiful.”

  She squirmed, nearly screaming for him to stop staring and start doing. She didn’t know what made this so intense, but she’d never felt so much at once.

  Passion. Impatience. Hunger.

  Settling in between her legs, he caught her mouth again and lowered his weight on her. Finally. But it still wasn’t enough.

  Wriggling underneath him, she grabbed him by the waist and yanked him down. When his bare skin brushed against her already sensitive nipples, she hissed at the contact. His eyes darkened, and he slid his hands under her ass, pulling her against him.

  When their mouths were a breath apart, she demanded, “Now.”

  He growled and smashed his lips to hers, drinking of her mouth. When he broke away, she heard the crinkling of a condom wrapper and almost shouted with joy. Then his lips were back on hers, and he rubbed his cock against her clit.

  He positioned himself at her pussy, then thrust inside her a tiny bit before pulling out. Oh, for the love of God. How much longer would he torture her? She cried out in protest. He couldn’t keep teasing her like this, damn it.