Finding Me by Danielle Taylor Read Free Book Online Page B

the aisle.
    “I’ve got an idea,” gorgeous guy continued, taking her arm and linking it with his. “Why don’t we all switch seats? You take the window, get good and comfy, sleep. I’ll sit in the middle and…” he paused, glancing at her. Kayla’s mouth went dry with the intense heat of his gaze. “My beautiful girl can sit in the aisle and snuggle up to me.”
    Damn him. Damn him and his words, and his mouth, and his tongue, and his eyes.
    Kayla was turning into a soggy, sweaty mess.
    “Sure, I’ll take the window seat,” rank-breath said with a sleepy grin.
    They all filed out into the aisle of the darkened plane and, once the old guy took his new seat, gorgeous guy sat down and Kayla sat next to him. She didn’t expect him to continue his ruse since the other guy had pushed his face up to the window and was already snoring, but he did. Gorgeous guy slid his arm behind her head and gently guided her to his chest. He felt too firm, too warm, and he smelled far too bloody sexy for her to be getting any sleep at all, sitting this close to him.
    “You go ahead and get some rest now, sugar.” He kissed the top of her head, much to her disbelief.
    Angling her head upwards, Kayla didn’t hesitate to grasp his jaw and push her lips to his. For the first time since that incident , she didn’t think about the consequences of her actions; she just kissed him and, bloody hell, did she ever enjoy it. His mouth paused, faltered even, then he slid his rough, calloused hands around her neck and into her hair, fisting it. The man knew exactly what he was doing with that tongue of his, which tasted like mint and chocolate. Every thrust, every graze, she experienced a sharp jolt at the juncture where her thighs met.
    “Hell,” Kayla gasped, grazing her teeth over his chin.
    Breathlessly, he replied, “That’s my line.”
     
    ~~~