[THREE]

“One hurdle at a time.” Though I suspect that will be a monumental one

to overcome. Mama will have her heart set on including the entire church

congregation, and we can’t possibly be expected to fly them all up there.

Henry’s wry smirk says he guessed as much. “Wolf Hotels has a special

events planner for big occasions. I’ll have Miles contact her to call you next

week to start the ball rolling. She’s good. Her name is Jill, and she’ll

organize anything you want.”

“We want,” I correct him. “It’s your wedding too.”

“Abbi, if it were up to me, we’d be driving to the courthouse from the

tarmac as soon as we land, and I’d be fucking my wife by nightfall.”

“How romantic,” I tease, but my stomach flips with nerves. There is

something swoony about his sudden impatience to marry me.

A dangerous glint lights in his eye as his grip tightens. “You want

romance, Abbi?”

“I want you.”

“You already have me.” He yanks me forward and onto his lap, my legs

straddling his thighs. “Every inch of me.” Heat from his strong, skilled

hands seer my skin through my black leggings as they slide around to cup

either side of my ass, pulling me forward until our torsos are flush against

each other and that delicious hard ridge is pressing into the apex at my

thighs.

I wind my arms around his neck, my wrists entwined behind his head.

“I’ve never been happier in my life,” I whisper, a bubble of exhilaration

stirring as I lean in to capture his plump lips.

“Same,” he murmurs against my mouth before our tongues meet in a

slow, seductive dance that quickly spirals, his hand seizing a fistful of my

hair, angling my head back so he can get closer.

Jack, the co-captain, slips out from the cockpit. “Sorry to disturb. We’re

about to start our descent, and we’ll have you on the ground shortly. Is there

anything you need in the meantime?”

“Draw the privacy curtain,” Henry demands in a gruff voice.

Could he make it any more obvious?

Heat crawls up my neck as I catch Jack’s sly smile.

“Yes, sir.” He taps his ring finger and mouths “Congratulations” before

shutting us out with the thick gray curtain.

I let out a yelp as Henry stands and spins us around, releasing me into

the seat he just vacated. He drops to his knees.“What are you doing?”

“You need to ask that?” He tugs my shoes off and casts them aside, and

then his fingers curl around the waistband of my leggings, peeling them,

along with my panties, past my ankles, leaving me bare from the waist

down.

Moisture pools at my core as he pushes my thighs apart, exposing me to

the setting sun that streams in through the portal windows. “We were rough

on you last night.” His index finger slides along my folds before easing

inside.

I wince at the intrusion. “I’m okay.”

“No, you’re not.” He hooks his arm under my thigh and pulls my body

toward him, halfway out of my seat. “But you will be.”

I barely bite back the moan at the first swipe of his tongue, but I can’t

stop from crying out as he licks my sensitive flesh. From this angle, I can

see everything he’s doing, and I watch intently as he seals his mouth over

my clit.

Two fingers plunge in and find that spot deep inside. He puts pressure

on it, stirring a flood of warmth.

“No one but me will ever taste you again, Abbi,” he purrs, his voice

vibrating deep within me.

“No one,” I pant, my breath ragged as pressure builds low in my belly.

He slips his fingers out and his hands find the backs of my thighs,

making my skin slick. He pushes them farther apart, stretching my body as

far as it can go as his eyes flip to meet mine.

I see the truth in his hooded gaze, how much he enjoys doing this.

That tongue is mine for the rest of our lives …

His mouth seals over my clit, sucking hard.

My orgasm hits suddenly and unexpectedly. I stifle my cries and grab

the back of his head, my fingers digging into his silky hair as I buck against

his mouth, trying to get closer, to draw it out.

I haven’t even settled before Henry is unfastening his jeans and pushing

them down his thighs. I cry out as he shoves his hard length into me in a

single thrust.

“Wait!” I gasp.

He stalls his hips. “Are you that sore?”

“No, I just …” I am that sore, but I’m also desperate to have Henry

come inside me. “I just need a minute. Please,” I say, even as I roll my hips

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