Chapter 2

I've never felt so incredible…or so torn.

I should not be taking advantage of this beautiful goddess squirming sweetly in my arms like this. She"s so innocent that she clearly has no idea how seductive she is. Porcelain skin. Long cinnamon auburn hair. Hazel eyes that make me dream of holding her hand and taking long walks together in Old Hemlock Valley.

I"ve missed the forest and Wolfe Mountain while I"ve been away. The scent of the trees and the damp earth there. Olivia makes me want to go back home. It"s a strange feeling, suddenly wanting to take her out to the woods to hike and stargaze. To show her my world.

It"s not just a response to her raw sexual energy. Olivia makes me feel…romantic. That"s the last thing I would have expected from a seatmate on a plane. Between my natural grumpy demeanor and not naturally being a talker, I don"t normally connect with people. Yet everything about this girl is different.

Our kiss deepens every second, her choked little moans making my body twitch in response. Lust courses through my veins, making me almost forget where we are.

When I was a brand new pilot, I used to date quite a bit. But not for years. Not since I began preferring solitude. Not since I gave up on ever finding the right woman who would make me feel something more than physical heat.

Olivia already does. One smile from her and I feel like a champion. Holding her delicate body in my arms makes me feel like her protector. I want to care for her, any way she wants me to.

Right now, though, I want to dissolve her fear. My frightened girl can"t stay breathless and shaking for so long. "We"re leveling off," I whisper when I"m finally able to pull my mouth from hers. "See? Everything"s fine."

She nods, blushing softly. "Thank you for distracting me."

"You realize it was a lot more than that, right?" My palm inches up her ribs. "The things I want to do to you, sexy girl."

Her eyes blaze. "Like what?"

My fingers drag along the bottom edge of her bra. "Like pull your shirt up and your bra down, then suck on your nipples until you moan." My voice is raspy. "But…"

She"s already nodding breathlessly. "But…what?"

"But that would be too easy to see if the flight attendant checked on us." Slowly easing my hand down, I tease my fingertips into the waistband of her stretchy pants. "This, though… It would feel so good to touch you here."

Every time I move, I expect her to pull away. To draw a line. Yet Olivia keeps nodding, those big, bright hazel eyes locked on mine. "Yeah?"

"Yeah. To touch your hot little pussy." My hand twitches as I try to hold back. "I"d stroke your clit until you came in my arms. Would that make you feel better?"

Her lips part with a shaky breath. "Yeah. Okay."

So much for not touching her. That boundary never had a chance.

The plane lurches, sending me forward against Olivia"s trembling body. "It"s supposed to stop," she gasps, her bottom lip trembling. "Turbulence isn"t supposed to last more than a few minutes. The website said so." Her voice is rising to a desperate squeak. "Does that mean something"s wrong?"

"Not at all, gorgeous. It just happens sometimes. We"re not too far from the ocean – sudden storms can appear out of nowhere this time of year."

"A storm?" Dammit, now I"ve made her even more terrified. Tears start to fill her beautiful eyes. "Are we in real danger?"

"No. Just breathe, baby. Everything"s?—"

The lights go out.

There are screams all around us as Captain Nazaroff reassures us over the intercom that everything is fine, and we"re just a few minutes away from stable air.

Even though the lights will come back on almost immediately, I refuse to let my poor fluttering Olivia suffer for even that long. "Do you want me to make the stress go away?" I whisper urgently. "Do you want me to help you come right here in my arms?"

She"s already nodding, kissing me, her slender fingers clutching at the back of my hair and around my shoulders. Fucking hell. No red-blooded male could possibly resist.

My hand plunges inside her pants and into her panties. Thankfully there are people shrieking all around us, or the entire plane would hear me groan as my rough fingers glide first through a dusting of silky soft hair, then against her tender skin.

I"m not kissing Olivia anymore. I"m devouring her. Bruising her lips with my hungry mouth. She gasps against me, her legs spreading to let me in. My thick middle finger slides through her crease, exploring her softest skin as she moans against me.

"You"re so wet for me," I growl, my arm tightening around her. "Such a good girl. I want this tight little pussy soaking wet." Her eyes flash, and I wonder if I"ve gone too far. "Should I stop?"

"No," she whimpers, clutching me tightly. "Don"t stop. Don"t ever stop." Olivia"s teeth sink into her pouty bottom lip. "I think…um… I like it when you take control."

I"ve been trying to ignore my erection, but there"s no way that"s possible now. My cock throbs in my jeans, begging for release. But my focus is completely on Olivia. Our first encounter, and, who knows, maybe her first climax with another person.

I"ve never met a woman so beautiful and innocent. For some reason her sweetness fills me with filthy thoughts, and the urge to make her fully understand the sexual electricity we could have together the second we were truly alone.

"Good girl. Just follow your breathing. Nice and slow." My finger drags all the way through her wet slit, and we both groan from the friction of my skin against hers. "Spread your legs a bit wider."

My heart lurches at how quickly she obeys. "Like this?"

"Yeah. Now lean back a bit. Put your pussy in my hand."

Olivia wriggles slightly, then my cupped palm is covering her sex perfectly. She trembles, but is no longer paying attention to the shaking and tension all around us. It"s like we"re hidden in plain sight, in our own naughty bubble.

I part her soft folds, stroking all around as she gasps. Then my finger barely dips inside, just enough to gather her moisture before gliding it over the swollen button of flesh just above.

"Oh…" Her eyes half close, then fly back open as I stroke her again. "That feels so…"

I need to know. "Olivia, am I the first man to touch you?"

She cringes. "Well, my doctor at my annual checkup. Other than that, nobody. Ever."

My cock aches almost as much as my heart. This rush of savage lust is brand new.

"Breathe, baby." Her pussy releases a bit more wetness, enough to allow me to slip part of my thick middle finger inside while my thumb brushes back and forth against her tender button. "Hold onto me, and concentrate on that pressure deep inside you that wants to let go."

"Mmm," she whispers, snuggling against me.

Luckily her eyes are closed as the lights flicker again, the entire plane shaking around us. If I didn"t personally know the pilot in the cockpit, I"d almost be nervous myself. But this need to care for Olivia, to comfort and protect her, is a rush that almost makes me feel high, even as the plane continues to lurch.

"Let go, gorgeous. Let me feel you come right into my hand."

Her voice is soft and breathy. "You… You really want to feel me come?"

Everypart of my body stiffens. "If we weren"t on a plane right now, angel, you"d already be riding my big, fat cock. You"d know just how much I need to feel every inch of you. Caress you, possess you, make you scream my name until you"re hoarse and weak."

"Unhhh," she drawls, probably unaware that she"s thrusting her hips against me. "We would…um…we would be…"

Oh God, her innocence.

"We would be fucking, baby. I would ram you so hard you"d cry out at the top of your lungs. Make this hot little body of yours shake with every thrust. Then after you"d come over and over, I"d lick your pussy and devour you until you couldn"t come anymore."

"Your mouth…there?" Her thumb drags against my lower lip, her half-lidded eyes heavy. "Ohhhh…"

When she shakes against me and starts to cry out, I swallow her squeals with a deep, soul-stirring kiss. Her climax is long, coming in slow, extended waves as she bucks and trembles. It"s the most beautiful, passionate, raw moment I"ve ever shared.

When Olivia"s hazel eyes finally blink open, she just stares up at me in surprise. The plane evens out and the turbulence ends abruptly as I slip my finger into my mouth, groaning as I taste her salty-sweet flavor. "Mmm. Now that"s a delicious in-flight meal."

She blushes faintly, shyly pulling her clothes back into position. "Wow. Um. Thank you."

"I hope you don"t think that was a one-time thing, Olivia. We"re going to have a lot more to discuss once we"re safely on the ground."

We"re both so high on adrenaline from our secret encounter that we don"t even mind when the captain announces that a nearby storm shifted suddenly, so we"ll be diverting and landing at a smaller local airport immediately.

I"ve never truly believed that I could be with the same woman forever. Find someone perfect enough that it wouldn"t feel like being tied down. Someone who would look past my mountain man roughness to see…well, whoever the hell the real me is.

And suddenly, it"s happened. There is some sort of tether between us already. A connection. I"ve gone from being a man of the world to being putty in Olivia"s tiny hands in just a few minutes.

I"ll care for her forever. Be whatever she needs me to be. Do anything to fix her problems, as long as we end up together.

And yet…

How do I get a woman to stay with me when I won"t even let myself stay in one place?