Free FLIGHT 22 by Dyanne Davis

Flight 22
     
    “Is this seat taken?”
    Sela smiled as the now familiar heat traveled along her spine. She’d have to ask Nick how he managed to do that. Raising her gaze to meet his, she decided against it. He was already far too cocky where she was concerned.
    “The seat is taken,” shesaid sternly trying her best not to melt from the heated glance he was bestowing on her.
    “Was your plane late?” she asked. “You should have been here over an hour ago.”
    “I missed the earlier one and was forced to take the next flight.”
    Sela thought for a moment before pulling out her Blackberry and tapping on it. “You could have called.”
    Nick grinned and took the phone from her hand. Raising a brow he looked at the phone, touched a couple of buttons and handed it back to her. “If you’d had it on or bothered to check you would have seen I’d called.” He waited knowing she wouldn’t just take his word for it but would indeed check the message. When she’d listened to it she barely glanced at him as though she were not in the wrong.
    “Did you get me coffee?” he asked sliding into the seat alongside her instead of the one across. As she moved away he advanced on her.
    “Why are you moving? This is our first real date, Sela. After three months of meeting like this it’s the first one we’ve planned instead of meeting accidentally.”
    “But still we’re in an airport.”
    “To be more precise we’re in a Starbuck’s in an airport. I kind of think of this as our connection now. Don’t you?”
    In spite of her intention Sela smiled back. This was the first step toward something that could be more than a chance meeting. They’d both decided they wanted that. No storm stranding them, nothing of the sort.
    “Starbucks is our connection?” she asked.
    “No, Starbuck’s in airports. Why are you moving away from me? It’s not as though we’ve never kissed. And you do know I want to kiss you, right?”
    “That’s why I’m moving.”
    Before she could protest his arms were around her and he was pulling her to him. She was sliding toward him. Maybe it was the slick material of the seat, and maybe it was because she wanted to be in his arms. Whatever it was she was moving, hypnotized by this bronze Adonis sitting next to her.
    “I like the taste of you,” he murmured placing soft kisses on her lips. “Let me see if I can tell what kind of coffee you had.”
    His tongue slid between her lips and his hand splayed against her spine. She knew she should stop him but she didn’t want to. His lips were doing things to her that she’d wanted since the last time they’d been together. The man was filling her with lust. Breathing deeply she took his scent into her lungs and sighed. He grinned at her and moved his hand downward just a little. She was trying her best to remember they were in an airport.
    To her surprise another small sigh of satisfaction escaped her lips causing Nick to pull back and smile at her before deepening the kiss. God, he tasted good, peppermint and chocolate. Sela wanted to laugh. He’d already had coffee. She almost stopped the kiss to ask but the feel of the oral assault stopped her. She didn’t care at the moment if he’d had an entire carafe of coffee. She just hoped he would continue kissing her.
    “Just what I wanted,” he whispered into her mouth before returning to gently sucking on her tongue.
    “Just what I wanted also,” she admitted half breathless because of his kisses. Sela closed her eyes and gave herself over to him, needing his kiss to fill the empty crevices she’d not known needed filling.
    “Are you ready to leave?” he asked at last while holding her face between his hands, caressing her jaw line with the pad of his finger. “We finally have three full days. It could be two weeks if you would consent to be with me through Christmas.”
    “You know I can’t. I have to be with my family. Family is very important to me.”
    At the mention of family