The skirt was short, black, and made of soft, supple leather. She wore it with stockings and her four-inch stilettos—she had no plans to walk anywhere tonight. She’d been totally gratified by Jake’s expression when he’d caught sight of her. He’d hustled her into the helicopter as though he couldn’t waste a moment. But now that he had her strapped in, some of his urgency seemed to leave him. He laid a hand against her knee then pushed it up between her legs to rest on her inner thigh. She shifted in her seat but couldn’t move with the harness holding her so tight. A mere inch higher and he’d be touching her where she needed him the most.
But in a helicopter?
He leaned in and kissed her mouth. Her lips opened, and her thighs parted. She moaned low in her throat as he slid his tongue inside to caress hers and his fingers grazed the black lace at the junction of her thighs.
Heat stole through her body, desire blossomed into a heavy weight in her belly, an ache in her core. She was wet, and she knew he must be able to feel how much she wanted him through the thin material. She jerked her hips to encourage him to move his fingers higher. Instead, he drew away.
“Something to think about during the flight.”
Then he sat back and strapped himself into the pilot’s seat.
She sat there, unable to say a word. She had a few she’d planned to say, but they didn’t seem important when all she could think about was the incessant throb of need between her thighs.
They flew high above the city for a while and then left the crowded buildings behind and headed into the open country. For the duration of the flight, she was aware of his muscular thigh close to hers, his long, elegant hands on the instruments.
Despite her fear of heights, she relaxed. She felt safe. She always felt safe with Jake.
Their destination was up in the Highlands, north of Rannoch Moor. The flight took just over three hours, including a brief landing at a small airport just north of the border to refuel, and the sun was starting to sink below the horizon as Jake landed the helicopter on the roof of the castle.
Kim unfastened her harness while Jake undid his, but she waited until the whirl of the blades slowed and he opened the doors. She climbed down and tottered to the edge of the rooftop. They were on top of a tower, high above the main building, but protected by a low wall, complete with battlements, that enclosed the area. A fabulous view spread out below her, south over Rannoch Moor and north to the mountains. The air was cool and fresh after the city, and she inhaled deeply.
She sensed Jake’s approach. He’d collected their bags from the helicopter, but he dropped them and came up beside her.
“What do you think?”
“It’s perfect.”
“Well, why don’t you admire the view, while I take care of a pressing problem?”
“A pressing problem?”
He took her hand and placed it against his groin so she could feel the steely hardness of his erection. He was fully aroused, and moist heat welled between her thighs. Resting his hands on her shoulders, he turned her gently so she faced the wall.
“What are you doing?” She sounded breathless.
“Trust me.” He positioned her palms on the warm rock of the wall. She had to bend slightly to reach and realized what he was about to do. He stroked her ass through the leather of her skirt, then shifted his hands lower to her stocking-clad thighs and dragged the skirt up until it bunched around her waist.
Jake hooked a finger in her panties at either hip, and tugged so the lace rubbed against her sex, arousing her clit, starting a fluttering low down in her belly. Then he slid the thong down her legs. “Lift up.” She raised each foot in turn, and he slipped her underwear off and tossed it over the wall. “You won’t need them again.”
She watched the scrap of black float down to the treetops below.
“Holy shit,” Jake said. “That is like all my fantasies come true. Well, maybe not all, but a good few.” His voice held the rough edge of desire, and without conscious thought, she bent slightly so her ass pointed up higher, then widened her stance.
One warm hand came down on her buttock. He squeezed, then teased down the line between to delve into the hot wetness of her sex. He pushed one finger inside, then withdrew and slicked her juices over her clit. Pleasure rolled through her as he massaged the sensitive nub.
“Oh God, Jake.”
“You like?”
She shook, and he soothed her ass with his other hand.
Aching with need, she pushed against him. This time he thrust two fingers inside her and stroked her inner walls, then back to her clit until she thought she’d scream.
He withdrew his hand, and she moaned, then heard the rasp of his zipper and the tear of a foil wrapper.
“This is where we were interrupted last time,” he said. “And I feel like I’ve been hard ever since.”
His hand returned to her sex, parting the drenched folds, then his cock was nudging at her opening, and she held her breath. His big body curved around hers, and his breath feathered her throat. He nuzzled her for a moment. “What’s the chance of my mother turning up now?” he whispered.
“Jake, shut up.”
He chuckled, then flexed his hips and filled her with one fluid move. He was big, and the sensation bordered on pain.
He stilled for a moment while she became accustomed to the size of him. “Okay?”
She nodded, and he moved slowly, pulling free of her. Her muscles tightened around him as if to keep him inside. Then he shoved in again. Her inner walls tingled, and the heavy weight in her belly built.
“You ready?” he asked.
Ready for what? But she nodded again.
He gripped her hips as he pumped into her hard and fast. She spiraled out of control, reaching for something, every cell focused on the hard male shaft thrusting between her thighs.
She moaned and pushed back against him. She was so close, but release eluded her, and she thought she might go mad, the sensations too intense.
Then he slid one hand around her, burrowed between her thighs, found her clit, rubbed once, twice, and she exploded. A second later, his cock pulsed inside her, signaling that he’d found his own release.
They stood wrapped together as her heart rate slowed and the ripples of pleasure subsided.
“That was…”
“Good?”
“Sensational.”
“Well, let’s get inside, and we can fulfill a few more of my fantasies.” He picked her up in his arms and carried her easily across the rooftop to a steel door. “Crap,” he said. “Do you have the security codes?”