A Mile High by Bethany-Kris Read Free Book Online

his for the first time. Languid
in nature, the kiss began a searing burn from my inside, out, all over again.
Slowly, he took his time adoring, exploring, and tasting my mouth, touching
down to my lips in small pecks as he pulled away. “Don’t feel guilty, huh? I
sure don’t.” Waving at the screen playing a near-silent movie, Sal added,
“Let’s watch this, talk for a while, and then we’ll open the curtain back up,
okay? No one is going to know a thing, so don’t worry about it.”
    Deciding to trust him, I finally sat back down in my
seat. Sal excused himself quickly after, going to dispose of the condom and
clean off, likely. But, it wasn’t long before he was back, shooting me a wink
and once again confirming that the attendant had been much too busy to notice
anything going on in our cubby.
    I couldn’t ignore the sticky wetness between my
thighs, or the scent of arousal that almost tasted heavy on the back of my
tongue in the air surrounding us. I couldn’t pretend that I didn’t know he was
watching me from the corner of his eye, quiet, silent, and contemplative. Gaze
traveling the length of my legs as he wet his lips with his tongue before turning
back to the television. There was no possible way I could act like he wasn’t
having an effect on me from three feet away just sitting there…doing absolutely nothing but looking at me.
    “What do you do for a living?” I asked, needing to
get a conversation flowing to stop me from crawling back over the space between
our seats.
    Sal stretched his arms over his head, legs relaxing
out, and ankles hooking together. “I own a couple of businesses. They do me
well enough, but I also do odd jobs here and there to keep myself busy in
between. I can’t stand the feeling of my hands having nothing to do.” Laughing,
I agreed, knowing exactly how he felt. Sal’s eyes glittered with something I
didn’t recognize. “And you, Liv?”
    I made a dismissive sound. “Web designer, actually—freelance,
mostly. Sometimes, depending on the customer and the amount they’re willing to
pay, I’ll manage a few sites as well throughout the year to make up for ends
that won’t meet until the customer can handle taking care of it themselves.”
Like Sylvia, but she ended up becoming a whole other problem instead. “But, I’m
doing all right.”
    “Really?” Leaning forward in his seat, Sal
contemplated my job. “I would have thought something in the nature of
teaching…or maybe a nurse. Web designer, huh? That sounds…artistic.”
    I shrugged. “It can be. It’s a lot more than just
putting together pretty colors that match and adding a few pictures.”
    Sal appeared to take my comment seriously. “I don’t
doubt it, Liv.” Playful brown eyes lifted to meet mine. “And I bet you don’t
regret it.”
    I didn’t.
      And I wasn’t
talking about my profession, either.

Chapter
Ten
     
    The flight hadn’t been all that long, and the plane
landed without much fuss. Of course, instead of being caught up in the
passengers and attendants like I usually would be on any other flight, I was
entranced and trapped by the tanned, handsome not-quite-a-stranger across the
row from me.
    I learned that he was thirty-one, unmarried, and
without children. And given the fact that most of his friends had turned up
divorced from their spouses before they’d even reached their tenth anniversaries,
Sal was in no mood to settle down and marry anytime soon. He had time, he said.
He wanted to get out, have fun while he could, and when he met the right one,
he would know. He wasn’t going to get into a relationship he wasn’t sure would
work, but one he would end up having to work too hard to keep, regardless of
the end outcome. So he would know, he was sure, and for some odd reason, I
couldn’t find a way to doubt him.
    Sal kept me engaged, more so than I thought he
could…or would. He spoke when I turned quiet, still watching me from the
corners of his eyes with a look that