Free Chronicles of a Serial Dater - Book 7: A New Adult Romantic Comedy by Adele Huxley, Savan Robbins

me close against his frame as I stood, hand firm on the small of my back. His green eyes sparkled in the low light as he looked down at me. “And how about now?”
    “To be honest? Still a bit unsteady,” I breathed. I lifted my arms around his neck as we swayed to the music.
    “Don’t worry. I’ve got you.”
    We were in sync, our bodies shifting and moving together as naturally as if we’d been dancing for years. I teased the short hairs at the nape of his neck and smiled up at him. With a soft thumb, he traced my smile before dipping his mouth to meet mine.
    The music didn’t change but the tempo shifted between us. I stepped to the side of his leg, wedging his knee between my thighs as we kissed. He pulled me closer with the hand at my back. I sank lower, grinding into him every few steps.
    With our foreheads pressed together, we delved into the world of dirty dancing. I’m not sure how long we danced, but by the time he led me to the small leather seat on the side, we’d worked up a bit of a sweat.
    He sat down and pulled me onto his lap, lips covering every square inch of my neck and collarbone. I straddled his hips and tugged at the bottom of his shirt, pulling it over his head.
    I held his hand as he repeated the motion with my top. I glanced to the front of the plane. “Are we okay to do…”
    “They understand we’ll call if we need anything,” he replied. “And to leave us alone if we don’t.”
    With two hands on his chest, I leaned back and gave him a warning look. “If you stop this time, I swear to God...”
    “There’s no chance of that happening,” he growled, tearing my top off.
    Clint stripped me quickly, my nipples tightening in the cool air. I was left wearing nothing but my skirt, panties, and heels. Our bodies still moved in sync, grinding, exploring. I lost myself in the moment until a sharp pain shot up my leg. I tried to ignore it but the pain just got worse and worse with the awkward position. It just wouldn’t go away.
    I grunted as I shifted from his lap, clutching my calf. “I’m sorry,” I said through gritted teeth. “Cramp.”
    Way to ruin the moment, I chastised myself.
    Clint shifted to his knees and took my ankle in one hand, pulling my leg straight. I fell onto my back and pressed my lips together to keep from crying out.
    “It’ll be over in a minute,” he said as he gently massaged the cramp out.
    With an arm over my eyes, I laughed. “Just want a girl wants to hear.”
    When the cramp subsided a few moments later, I realized what sort of position we were in. The pain a distant memory with the promise of so much pleasure, I beckoned to him.
    “I have to make sure you don’t cramp anywhere else,” he said seriously.
    He lifted both my feet in the air. With deft fingers, he unhooked the strap on my shoes and pulled them off, gently kissing each ankle. He let the left one fall to the side while he worked the muscles in my right as if giving a sports massage.
    “And here? Does this feel good?” he asked as he kneaded up my thigh.
    “Uh huh.”
    “Good. And this?”
    A curl touched my lip when I noticed he was as excited about this massage as I was, his jeans bulging.
    “Perfect.”
    The skirt slid to my waist, exposing my underwear. I loved the way his expression shifted as his fingers drew closer. I arched a tiny bit, encouraging, urging. I wanted to see his face when he touched the damp fabric between my legs.
    Starting at my hip, his index finger ran along beneath the elastic. This time he didn’t stop as he delved between my legs. His lips parted slightly as he traced my wet crease, slipping inside a fraction before traveling back up.
    I threw my arms over my head and lifted my hips to him. “That felt nice, too,” I purred. Just a little seductress coming out…
    Clint placed my foot on the floor, freeing both hands to explore. He raised the fabric on either side, fingers working in unison around my swollen clit. I closed my eyes and moaned,