Brody’s grip on my hips was lethal as he pulled me closer to him. Our bodies pressed together, leaving nothing but thin fabric between us. Too much if you ask me.
I could feel the racing of his heart thumping against my chest as our bodies melted into one.
“Forgive me for being cliché, but I’ve not yet joined the mile high club,” he whispered, his voice coming out gravely.
Fuck me sideways. This man was suggesting that we have s*x on this plane. Right now.
“I’d love to be initiated.”
That sounded f*****g stupid, Brielle. What the hell is wrong with you?
His lips smashed into mine as he released one hip from his death grip, lacing it into my hair. He rolled his hips beneath me, rubbing against me with his length. The friction combined with the sparks felt like I’d descended
