Skin Deep by Cher Carson Page A

“Are you crazy?” she hissed.
    Grinning, he said, “Yeah, about you. Now shut up and close your eyes.”
    “You actually expect me to just lie here and…”
    “It’s dark now,” he whispered. “No one can see a thing. Just relax and enjoy.”
    “Ryan, I don’t think this is a good idea. What if…”
    He slipped his hand inside the waistband of her pants before she could utter another protest. God, she was already drenched. She must have been fantasizing about this while she wavered on the edge of sleep. He wanted to spread her legs wider, but he couldn’t risk the blanket slipping away, so he made do with the close confines. As he started rubbing her clit, he realized she was a terrible actress. The play of ecstasy crossing her face would have given them away had he not cupped her face, turning her toward him. “Feel good, sweetheart?” he asked, slipping a finger inside her tight pussy. He kissed her quickly, swallowing her moan as he slid another finger inside of her. He released her face to toss another pillow on her lap. “Don’t move,” he whispered.
    “Believe me, I’m not going anywhere,” she said, biting her bottom lip.
    He hadn’t gone this long without sex since he lost his virginity to his next-door neighbor at fifteen, and the sight of the woman he loved coming apart in his arms after a three-month-long dry spell was killing him. “Fuck, I’d give a year’s salary to sink inside that sweet pussy right now,” he whispered in her ear.
    “Maybe we could…” She opened her eyes, looking around. “No, I guess that would be too obvious, wouldn’t it?”
    He wouldn’t hesitate if they were on an airplane filled with strangers, but since they were in the midst of her parents, brother, and numerous other relatives, he wasn’t about to risk being ostracized for a quickie. He could live with a case of blue balls for a while; what he couldn’t live without was her. “Yeah, it’s not happening here, baby.”
    She gripped his forearm, digging her nails into his skin.
    He swirled the pad of his thumb over her clit while he thrust three fingers in and out of her tight, wet channel. His breathing was becoming labored as he leaned his head into her shoulder. Her arousal was provoking him beyond his limits. He didn’t know how much longer he could do this without taking her right here. “Honey, I think I need a minute,” he whispered.
    “No,” she whimpered. “Please, don’t stop. I’m almost there, Ry.”
    He knew he couldn’t or wouldn’t deny her anything, ever. Forcing himself to focus on her pleasure, he ignored his own need for release. He turned her mouth toward his and smothered her moan in a deep, long kiss. He pulled away slowly as her tremors subsided and smiled down at her. “Think you’ll be able to sleep now, beautiful?”
    “I’m sorry,” she said, her cheeks stained a soft pink. “I was being selfish…”
    He kissed her lips again, softly. “I love the fact that you trusted me enough to let me take care of you like that here.”
    Closing her eyes, she said, “I can’t believe we did that.”
    “Do you have any regrets?”
    With a wicked grin, she said, “No, can we do it again?”
    Ryan watched as his little siren fell into a deep slumber. She was so perfect. It irked him to know that she thought he looked at her and thought about all the things he’d like to change. Instead he looked at her and realized that beauty like hers couldn’t be bought at the hands of a skilled doctor; it was God-given, and he wanted to enjoy it, waking up to her flawless face every day for the rest of his life. He already knew he wanted to marry her; if he hadn’t been convinced before, he was now. Three months of self-induced celibacy taught him one thing: he was capable of being a one-woman man, and as long as he could have the woman he wanted for the rest of his life, he’d never need another.   
    He must have fallen asleep too because when they woke, the plane was