Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 104037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 520(@200wpm)___ 416(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 520(@200wpm)___ 416(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
Just as I rest my head against the wall surrounding the window, I’m tapped on the shoulder, startling me. I turn to my seatmate and find blue eyes rivaling the bluest sea we’re flying above and hair tugged in a million directions that I can’t wait to run my hands through. But it’s that mouth and the smile that resides across it that has me dreaming of kissing him again.
“Huh?” I ask, my mind playing tricks on me.
“You’re an expert at blocking out the world,” Laird says with a smirk. “I wanted to wait until you saw me, but at this rate, we’d land before you ever noticed.”
Is he real? I boldly touch his face, praying I’m not hallucinating. “It’s really you.” I throw my arms around him, yanked at the waist by the secured seat belt. Pulling him closer, I kiss him all over his face, braving the sharp edges of scruff and risking bruises across my waist. Excitedly out of breath, I drop back into my seat, still in a daze. “You’ve been here the whole time?”
He chuckles. “Yep.”
“Why? How? What are you doing here?” I unlatch my seat belt this time to hug him properly, selfishly because I want him to wrap around me again, to tell me everything will be alright, and to know how much I missed him.
When he holds me, I close my eyes, absorbing the haven of being in his arms again. “I couldn’t stay away any longer.” He shrugs before kissing me again. “And figured you might want some company.”
“I want your company all day, every day. I missed you so much.”
“I missed you, too, baby.” He places another kiss on my head.
The flight attendant approaches, smiling like she was in on it the whole time. She says, “You two are the sweetest. I’m glad it all worked out.”
“Thanks for the assistance,” he replies to her.
“Happy to support a love story.” She gives me one more kind smile before moving on.
When he turns back to me, I ask, “What happened?”
“The guy in 3B had booked the seat. She helped me convince him to move to the other so I could sit here.”
“I thought the flight was sold out?”
Holding hands between us, he leans over. “It was. There’s a woman flying business on the next flight now, and the guy in 3B is flying for free.”
I grin stupidly. “You paid thousands of dollars to make this happen? Just to be next to me for the next twelve hours?”
“I’d pay anything to spend time with you.” He kisses my temple, and then adds, “I love you, Poppy.” I’m glad I’m already sitting down for that swoony admission.
I caress his cheek and lift to kiss him because he’s worth the effort as well.
Bringing my hand to his lips, he kisses it, but his eyes look around like he’s up to something. Hiding his mouth behind our connection, he whispers, “You gave me some time to think on this flight while you were sleeping.”
“I’m not sure I like the sound of this.” I twist my lips to the side and wait for him to drop the bombshell.
“After scoping things out, the front left bathroom offers us the best opportunity.”
I blink. And then again, and then four times quickly. “For?”
“Joining the mile-high club.”
I start laughing, then roll my eyes. “I should have known you were up to no good.”
“I’m up to good, alright. So what are your thoughts?”
“Well, for one, I’m already a card-carrying member.”
His jaw hits the shared armrest, so I reach over and pick it up. Tapping him on the tip of his nose, I add, “I’m kidding.” But I can’t stop myself from laughing even harder. “First, I’m shocked you’re not in the club with all the opportunities and panties thrown in your direction. Second, unfortunately, there is no way the two of us could physically fit in a lavatory. Have you seen yourself?” Moving my hand like a game show host, I signal to him since he’s the culprit keeping us from becoming members. “If you think I’m a contortionist who can squeeze into the crevices of a bathroom . . .” I wobble my head. “I could always give it a try.”
I haven’t felt this light, this happy since I left LA, since I left Malibu. He’s the common denominator.
“Solid points.” He leans over conspiratorially and uses the back of his hand to block any lipreaders in the vicinity, making me giggle. “You up for the challenge, Stanfield?”
32
Poppy
“That’s why we should only fly private, baby.”
I’m still not okay after I came. It’s not because of the amazing orgasm he gave me under the blanket but because the lady in front of us caught us right as I was coming. Oh, the mortification.
I sat in dread for the rest of the flight, sometimes even hiding under the blanket, and I was relieved she wasn’t on the last leg of our trip after we changed planes. Thank God.