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  “The first time he called me names was when I was wearing a pair of leggings like these. He told me I was a slut and made me get changed into sweatpants. He didn’t like me wearing anything that fitted my figure, and it took me a long time, and a trip to China to be able to wear anything like this again. I spent years trying to please him. I thought if I did what he wanted… stuck to his rules, we’d go back to being okay again. He used to act like he had these insecurities, so I’d end up feeling bad for him and get stuck in this vicious cycle that I couldn’t see a way out of.”

  “But you got out?”

  “Yeah, my manager told me about the volunteer job in China, I’m not sure whether she knew how bad things were getting and did it to help me, or whether it was just coincidence, but I took it before I even really knew what it was. I saw it as a way out, my only way out. We are from a small town just a few hours away from the city, no one ever really traveled outside of it, and I knew if I stayed, I’d never be able to end it with Richie, he wouldn’t have let me.”

  She goes quiet, and I reach forward, tilting her chin up, so her eyes meet mine. When they do, I see a world of pain so deep it cuts through me. “But you did.”

  Tears appear, clouding over her sapphire eyes, and she blinks them away. “Yeah. I have the pandas you’re going to meet to thank for that.” She smiles through her tears, and my throat squeezes as tight as my heart in my fucking chest.

  “I think you have yourself to thank,” I murmur in a low voice.

  “Sorry. God, I don’t know why I’m telling you all this, I never talk about him or what happened. Not to anyone. I think it’s just being on this plane, it’s all so different this time. With you, I mean. I’ve been to China a few times now, but I never thought I’d be with a guy who, you know…”

  “I’m glad you told me,” I cut her off. “Now, I understand why we’re doing this, going to China. It makes sense why the place is so important to you. I just want to say, you are safe with me, Heaven. I’d never do anything to hurt you, and I swear to God, if I ever meet that guy, I’ll rip his fucking head off.”

  “I don’t think that will happen; you are literally worlds apart.”

  “The worlds are a lot smaller when you’re a millionaire, if you want revenge it can be arranged.” It would only take a phone call to wipe Richie off the planet, I’ve never used my power for something like that before, but I wouldn’t think twice about making him disappear. Guys like him make me sick to my stomach.

  “Thank you.” She giggles, and I fucking love seeing her smile. The sight of her crying affected me in a way I wasn’t prepared for. The women I have surrounded myself with don’t cry. They had big permanent fake ass smiles on their faces and dollar signs in their cold eyes. There’s something so raw and honest about Heaven, it makes me wonder whether she could be the one. All I know is that I want to spend every second of my time with her, but not the way her ex did. I love her independence and admire her so much for being able to be so honest and put herself back out there after she was so hurt.

  I feel like I should probably share something about myself with her to even out the playing field, but the truth is that’s the problem, my life is so simple and full of purpose that it is beginning to lack exactly that. Purpose. I always have somewhere to be, some place to go, but lately, it began to feel as though I’m on autopilot, and my body is merely a thing that gets my head to meetings. I can’t remember the last time I did anything for enjoyment, aside from my night out with Heaven.

  She must be thinking the same thing as she looks at me with expectant eyes. Not wanting to depress her with my pathetic first world problems, I crash my lips against hers instead, taking her sweet mouth for my own. I don’t care why she has said yes to coming, it just matters that she’s here.

  There’s always something about kissing a woman at twelve thousand feet in the air that makes me horny, but kissing Heaven takes it to another level. She is seducing me without even knowing it. Sexy, with no clue of the effect she has on me or my rapidly swelling cock, and I want to prove to her that I will never do anything to make her feel less than how beautiful she is.

  With our lips still locked, I resist the urge to pull her on top of me and stay beside her instead. I don’t want to fuck this up by rushing things before she is ready.

  “Can I ask you something, Liam,” she asks, pulling back from our kiss.

  “Hmm,” I moan out.

  “How many women have you done this with?”

  “What, make out?”

  “No, you know what I mean. Flown with on your plane, picked up and whisked off to a different continent… joined the mile-high club with?”

  “What do you know about the mile-high club?” I smirk, amused at the mention of our MHC. Jaxon and I wrote the fucking manual on it and had tried and tested it enough times to patent that shit and own the trademark on it.

  “None this far of a distance or in life, none that have ever been so passionate for a cause they love, none that I liked hanging out with and that are as amazing as you,” I answer honestly.

  She looks at me with a lustful glaze over her sky-blue eyes, and before I can respond she straddles me. Yep. Spreads her legs right across my fucking lap and grabs my face, kissing me again.

  Have I gone delusional from the altitude?

  Is there a shortage of oxygen that’s messing with my mind?

  Because, I sure as fuck know that this pure, unadulterated blissful situation can’t be fucking real.

  Grabbing her ass, my body responds naturally to her needy tongue that’s working its way around my mouth. My hands cover her ass cheeks perfectly, and I squeeze tightly enough to make her moan into my mouth. The sexy vibration has me moaning back in response, encouraging her… challenging her to take things further.

  This side of Heaven is one I hadn’t expected, and I want to see exactly how far she’s willing to go. I slide my hands upwards and slip them underneath her fluffy sweater, my palms making contact with her back’s silky-smooth skin and setting a trail of fire as they move.

  I glide over her bra clasp, pinging it open with one quick flick. When I reach around to her breasts, I push with gentle pressure, causing our kiss to break while she lifts up slightly to bring us face to face.

  She seems to want this as much as I do, so I guide her back to my mouth by dropping the tension in my arms. When her kiss is back where it should be, I begin working her nipples. Rolling them between my fingers and thumbs until they pucker and swell. I disrupt our kiss to maul her neck and pull her top up before replacing my fingers with my mouth.

  She grabs onto my hair, trying to pull me back, but the flip has been switched. If we are doing this, then it’s sure as fuck going to be on my terms. Relentlessly lashing my tongue over her nipples and massaging her tits as I do, she fights back by unbuckling my jeans at the waist. I didn’t even try to stop her.

  God dammit, I only thought this would be done my way. She’s out maneuvering me on my own fucking plane, and I am loving every second of it.

  “Not here,” I pant out, breathless from her kiss. “My brothers might walk in on us.”

  She eyes the door to the cockpit as though they are going to burst in any minute. “Come on, come with me.” Taking hold of her by the waist, I lift her to her feet and guide her to the bedroom. When we step inside, she gasps on sight of the custom-built bedroom.

  “You like?”

  “It’s amazing. I mean, you could have added a few panda pillows to really spruce the place up.” She shrugs.

  “I didn’t know we’d be coming in here,” I admit.

  “I’m kidding, this place is beautiful.”

  “You’re beautiful.” I pull her hair back over her shoulder and nuzzle into her neck from behind. Gripping the hem of her sweater, I pull it up over her head and lift it off, discarding it along with her bra. Both fall to the floor beside us, and with my fingertips on her back, I trace her naked skin, watching goosebumps ignite as I do.

  I tw
irl her around to face me, and when I reach her waistband, she flinches as I move my hand inside and massage her ass as I slide her leggings down to the ground and work my way back up her legs with my mouth. When I reach the apex of her thighs, I replace my mouth with my hand and cup her center, pulling her toward me.

  Within seconds, she’s pulling off my t-shirt and fumbling at my jeans. In just a few awkward movements we are both standing naked in front of one another, and I drink in the sight of her Floridian golden skin, covered only by her loose waves of dirty blonde hair falling over her shoulders and the matching strip between her legs.

  She turns her body slightly so she’s facing away from me and says, “Don’t.”

  “Don’t what?” I ask, unable to tear my eyes away from her peachy ass, which is now standing barely a few inches away from my rock-solid cock.

  “Look at me, I’m just a bit shy without anything on.”

  “Shy?” I didn’t see that one coming. Believe me, this woman has nothing to be shy about. She’s in perfect shape. Even though her waist is small and toned, her tits are rounded just enough to fill my palm, and her ass is so full I’m fighting the urge to take a bite of it.

  16

  Heaven

  “Close your eyes,” he orders.

  “What? Why?”

  “Just trust me and close them.” I squeeze my eyes shut, feeling strange in my own skin. Richie had spent so long ridiculing my body that I feel uncomfortable with it. Especially when I’m butt naked. Of course, I didn’t realize this until now because there hasn’t been anyone since him, so I never really thought about the extent of the damage his comments had on me.

  My body betrays me. My nipples swell and turn solid at the sight of Liam’s huge cock, which hadn’t escaped my notice, and my center burns hot from the sensation of his hands over my skin. I want him to go back to what he was doing. His fingers, his mouth, I want all of him, but at the same time, I want the ground to swallow me whole.

  Before I get a chance to decide what to do, he picks me up and tosses me gently onto the luxurious king size bed. My eyes fly open and land on his. “No peeking,” he orders. “If you close your eyes, you won’t know if I’m looking at you or not. So there will be no need to feel shy.”

  I cover my eyes with my hand, hoping he’s right, and relax a little. The next thing I feel is him picking up my thighs and places them over his shoulders, closely followed by a hot tongue lash straight over my center. Unable to see him, my body shudders at the sudden contact, then he disappears again, and soft kisses appear at the top of my thigh. A finger begins circling up and down my stomach in rhythmic motion, but it happens so fast, I can’t get used to it and expect the next move, his tongue is back between my legs, this time accompanied by his fingers, which begin working my clit.

  He lets out a low moan as though he’s enjoying teasing me, and I lose myself in the all-consuming sensation of him tantalizing me with his tongue and the pace of his thumb swirling over my clit as it increases until I almost can’t stand it. Over and over again he continues his assault on me, and having my eyes closed heightens my awareness, intensifying every single ounce of pleasure he’s inflicting on me. I’m half anticipating him to stop, to build me up and then leave me there wanting and begging for him, but he doesn’t. He takes me all the way to my release, and it comes in a seismic wave that gets faster and more powerful until I’m unable to hold out any longer and my body explodes.

  “Aaargh,” I cry out as I come all over his tongue. He slows to allow me my release but doesn’t stop entirely.

  “Open your eyes, Heaven,” he murmurs in a low tone. When I do, he’s still there, looking up at me from his spot between my thighs. My legs are still over his shoulders, and he grins a boyish grin. “That’s fucking better. Now that we’ve got over that, are you ready for round two?”

  I’m not sure whether to nod or cry. The last waves of my orgasm are still pulsing through me, and I don’t know if my body can take anymore. No sooner can I decide or respond when he takes my legs and removes them from his shoulders to place them together leaning to the side. My back is lying flat on the bed and my torso is slightly twisted so that my hip is in line with my leg. He pushes up onto his knees, rips the gold packet with his teeth, covers himself, then positions himself at my center. As the tip of his cock strokes over my soaked parting, I quiver in anticipation, and he takes the opportunity to start working towards my second orgasm. This time, our eyes connect. His greens burning into mine. He moves slowly and deliberately, as though he knows my body isn’t ready for the unadulterated pleasure he is capable of giving me.

  Every thrust is intentional and hits a spot inside me that has me moaning out every single time.

  “You are so fucking beautiful,” he rasps on a deep thrust that causes me to arch my back in response. As I do, his hand falls to my boob and begins squeezing and teasing my nipples while his other hand stables himself on my legs.

  “I love these tits, they’re perfect. He turns his head to the side and runs his hand down my top leg to grab my ankle. Quickly, he repositions my legs so that they are either side of him and thrusts into me again, this time with his forehead resting against mine. I watch his expression fill with desire as he slams into me, increasing the pace and accompanying every movement with hot frenzied kisses that makes my head spin and my stomach clench.

  He knows exactly what he is doing, and by the time my second orgasm takes hold, there’s no room for shyness. I claw at his back and clench down hard on his cock, needing to feel every inch of him, wanting him to allow me my release but not wanting the delicious sensation of him inside me to ever end.

  Liam Parker is awakening parts of me I didn’t even know existed. He is rough, but gentle, all at the same time. Fucking me but making me feel something more than just sex. More than anything I’ve ever experienced and something that scares the crappity-crap out of me because even though I’ve only just met this guy, I have a distinct feeling that he’s going to turn my world upside down.

  “You ready, Heaven.”

  “Umm,” I moan out, not sure what to say. His body feels so good on mine, the sight of his strong shoulders and solid abs hovering over me, his rough hands working my nipples… Oh, and… my clit, relentlessly.

  It is sensual overload, and I can’t handle it. Screaming out, my voice is drowned out by the noisy plane engine and his mouth covers mine, so all I can do is moan into it as he finally gives us both the release we desperately need.

  “Fuck,” he moans loudly on a final thrust, and as we both come in unison, my stomach clenches, and a distinct feeling of the relief washes over me. He slows to a stop, holding himself up on his forearms over me, and I turn my head to kiss his wrist.

  “Well that was unexpected,” I admit.

  He grins that ridiculously gorgeous boyish grin at me and replies, “Was it?”

  I guess he knew exactly how this would play out. Boy meets girl. Boy flies girl to her favorite place in the world on his stunning private jet. Of course he knew, and even though I want to pretend that I’m so naive that I hadn’t anticipated having sex with Liam on our third date. If I was honest, maybe I knew too.

  The warning signs were all there, the way he greeted me in the airport, the way I couldn’t help but smile whenever I am around him. Yep, I was on a one-way ticket to the mile-high club, and I bet everyone in that airport knew it, as well.

  But, it doesn’t feel like things are moving too quickly, which clearly they are. In Liam’s arms I feel like I’m exactly where I need to be, and as he passes me a tissue and pulls me into a spooning position after discarding the condom and cleaning himself up, I let myself relax into him.

  Relaxing is something I never do. Since my old relationship, I spend most of my time on edge, and it takes a lot to get me in a comfortable space where I can just be myself and not overthink everything, but Liam makes it easy.

  His fingertips trace back and forth over my stomach, and I snuggle into him like we have k
nown each other for so much longer than a few dates.

  Like we are more than just two people getting to know each other.

  Like I could be falling for the millionaire CEO of the fanciest airline in the world without any say or choice in the matter.

  Crappity-Crap.

  17

  Liam

  When I wake, Heaven is still snuggled into my arms, and I’m surprised to see that it's almost time to land. Fuck. I never spent all night with a woman like this. Sleeping. I don’t even remember drifting off, yet here I am with her long waves of hair draped over my forehead and pillow.

  Pushing the strands aside, I carefully climb out of bed, quietly throw my pants on and creep out of the bedroom, closing the door as quietly as I can. The cabin is empty with no sign of Jaxon or Mason having been in there overnight. They were good guys, and I’m glad to see they’ve done things properly and stayed in the cockpit. I had a sneaky suspicion they’d take turns catching some Z’s on the sofa once they knew I wasn’t watching.

  “Morning,” I greet them, stepping inside the cockpit.

  “Well, if it isn’t Hugh Hefner himself.” Jaxon side-eyes me briefly without taking his attention away from the flight manual he’s reading.

  “I’ll ignore that.” I slap my palm against his shoulder.

  “What? So, you’re not in some midlife crisis trying to relive your twenties then? That’s good to know,” Jaxon counters. “He’ll be growing a beard next and wanting me to build him a bike.”

  “What the fuck’s wrong with building a bike?” Mason adds.

  “Nothin’, I’m just saying I can’t picture it for Liam. At all. You’re different, you’ve always had them,” Mason reasons.

  “Damn straight,” Jaxon grunts without looking up.

  “Guys, I am right here, you pair of idiots. I’m only poppin’ in to see if you wanted some breakfast, but I won’t fuckin’ bother now.”