Free Life Support (The Breathe Series Book 2) by Zoe Norman Page A

hand. “Remember the last time we did this?”
    Olivia bites her lower lip and nods.
    “What were you thinking when I took my seat next to yours that night?” I ask.
    She laughs softly. “I was thinking, What the hell is my luck that the guy from the bar is sitting next to me! I mean, seriously. What were the odds?”
    I look at her, slightly wounded. She wasn’t excited?
    Seeing my expression, she leans forward and kisses me on my check, breathing into my neck. “I was thinking, Keep it together, Olivia. This guy is gorgeous. What were you thinking?”
    I tilt my head and kiss her just under her ear, hitting one of her more sensitive spots. I know I found it when I feel her shiver. “I was thinking, Don’t fuck this up, Maxwell and wondering how I was going to get your panties off as my souvenir. I got close, but not all the way. Perhaps we can rectify that today,” I say, continuing to nuzzle her neck.
    I put my hand on her knee and give the bare flesh a squeeze. “Thanks for wearing a dress like I asked, by the way. That plays very nicely into my plan. I’m dying to know what you’re wearing under there. Are you wearing the white thong I love? Or maybe the black one? Or maybe you’re not wearing anything at all.” I slowly move my hand up her thigh and under her skirt to inspect for myself, but Olivia grabs my wrist and playfully shoves it away.
    “You are awful. You know that?” she says impishly.
    I smile broadly. “Hey, I’m a warm-blooded man. Can you blame me? I know what I need, and I need you.” My nose traces the outline of her ear as I whisper loudly, “Plus, you look edible and you owe me a romp in the bathroom.”
    Olivia’s eyebrows shoot up. “I ‘owe’ you? Are you kidding me right now?” she asks as I continue to snuggle into her neck. “Your mother is three rows ahead of us, Owen!”
    I lean back and turn in my seat to face her. “This coming from the same woman who attacked me last night after I got out of the shower. The very same woman who ripped the towel from my waist, got down on her knees, and started sucking me off.” I bend down toward her once again. “Baby, you have a fucking fantastic mouth. Have I told you that lately? The way you tease me and swallow—”
    “Shh! You’ve made your point, Owen,” she interrupts.
    I sit upright in my seat, facing forward, satisfied that I’ve won this round.
    While the plane taxies and takes off, Olivia grips my hand tight. I forgot that she’s not a great flier, so I try to distract her with more sexy talk, but she’s not having it. Instead, I switch topics and we talk about the weekend events for Travis and Lucy’s wedding. We discuss the rehearsal dinner that will take place tonight and the delivery of my suit for the ceremony. After the plane has reached cruising altitude and the flight attendants have rattled off their various beverage choices and snack box options, the captain makes the announcement that it’s safe to move about the cabin. Remembering my mission, I turn my head, raising and lowering my eyebrows at Olivia.
    I twist to my side and whisper into Olivia’s ear, “I’m going to the bathroom. I’d appreciate it if you would join me.”
    As I unlatch my seatbelt, Olivia grips my forearm, pinning it to the armrest. “You can’t be serious about this, Owen,” she whispers back through clenched teeth.
    I simply smile, stand swiftly from my seat, and give Olivia a wink before I make my way down the narrow aisle. I choose to use the lavatory at the back of the plane, which is the opposite direction from my mother. The more I can spare her, the better.
    Since it’s early in the flight, the demand for the restroom is low and I have my choice of two open stalls. I choose the one on my left and go inside, leaving the door unlocked in the hopes that Olivia will have enough courage to meet me and slightly apprehensive knowing that, since the door is unlocked, the chances of someone walking in on me are pretty