Flight (11 page)

It was nerve racking sitting so close to Ryle inside the car. Although the car seemed old and beaten-up outside, it was surprisingly clean on the inside. It almost had a new car feel, minus the new car smell.

Charlie gave him her address and directions to get there. Then she sat back and watched him. It seemed to bring out her erotic feelings just watching him drive, the way he handled the car was strangely alluring. His strong hands with long fingers, lean and powerful, rested lightly on the steering wheel and the other rested on the gear shift. She could imagine them moving over her naked body. 

“
No Romeo tonight?”

Charlie
looked up at his lightly sarcastic question. “No. Not that it’s any of your business.” She replied, eyeing him coolly.

“
What if I want to make it my business?” He asked, turning away from the roads to look at her.

She bit her lower lip, her emotions have been warring inside her every since he showed up at
Joe’s. It only got worse when he revealed that he would be staying in Linwood for less than three more months.

“
What’s the deal with you and Hathaway? Is he your boyfriend?”

“
No. We dated for a little while but we’re no longer dating.” Charlie surprised herself by answering honestly. Ryle looked at her with surprise in his eyes. Whether he was surprised as well by her answer or that she actually answered him, she wasn’t sure.

“
Poor guy, he probably didn’t know what hit him.”

She turned to glare at him, but he was not being sarcastic. In fact, she thought she glimpsed empathy in his eyes.
“What makes you think it was my decision?”

Ryle shrugged.
“The guy was obviously crazy about you.”

“
What makes you think that?”

“
I’ve seen the way you looked at him and the way you’ve looked after a flight test. You’re more in love with your job than with Hathaway.”

Charlie
frowned. Was she that easy to read? Or was Ryle just that astute?

“
You can make a left turn here.” She said as she saw they were approaching her street. “Through the back lane. All the way to the end.”

Ryle followed her directions, coming to a stop beside the garage.

“It’s an interesting apartment.” He said, glancing at the garage.

“
It is.” She agreed. “My parents converted their garage into an apartment to give me some privacy.”

For some reason, she didn’t want to get out of the car. Ryle had left the car running, and he made no attempt to get out of the car either, patiently waiting for her leave.

“I…um…thank you, for the lift.” She said, reluctant to go.

“
No problem.” He said casually. 

Charlie
glanced over at his hard profile as he stared straight ahead, “I…um…would you like to come in for a coffee…or something?”

Ryle frowned, his eyes looking intently into hers,
“What are you playing at, Charlie?”

She caught her breath, oh God, what was she doing?
“I’m not playing at anything.” She whispered shakily, still making no move to leave the car.

Deep
azure eyes searched hers, “Do you know what you’re inviting?”

She closed her eyes for a long moment, struggling for breath before opening her eyes again.
“Yes.”

“
Are you sure?” He demanded, even as he turned the car engine off.

“
Very.” She breathed. Her heart was hammering in her chest, but she had no doubt.

It seemed forever as they walked up to the door of her apartment. She was conscious of Ryle’s powerful body close to hers. At the door, she was shaking so much that it took her a while struggling with her keys. 

“I…um…” she turned toward Ryle after finally opening the door, “I…”

“
Charlie, you’re driving me crazy,” Ryle groaned, and the next second his strong arms were going around her, molding her body against his as his mouth sought hers urgently.

Somehow, her apartment door was shut and they were inside her bedroom. Their clothes made a trail from the door to her bed. She was only wearing her bra and panties by the time they fell onto her bed. He had taken off his jacket, but he still wore everything else.

It felt so good having his hard body on top of hers as they continued to kiss. She was getting lightheaded as they kissed each other hungrily. He parted her mouth and plunged deep into the sweet moistness of her mouth. She moaned, her tongue meeting his in a heady dance. His hands roamed over her body, cupping her breasts through her lace bra. She wanted to touch him. She was impatient with it. She grasped the hem of his long sleeved T-shirt, pushing it upwards.

He stopped kissing her for a moment to sit up; his long thighs straddling her, as he swiftly pulled his T-shirt off, revealing a toned body with hard abs. She ran her hands caressingly up his chest and pulled him back down to her to kiss him. He kissed her long and deep. Then he was trailing kisses down her neck, across her collar bone. His fingers pushed her bra straps down, easing the lace cups to expose her breasts with their swollen nipples. He took a nipple into his mouth. She gasped in pleasure, the nipple instantly tightening into a hard bud. His tongue rubbed the tip as he sucked erotically. She couldn’t seem to stop moaning as she held him against her, arching her back and demanding more.

He sucked first one nipple, then the other, until they were both hard with arousal. He continued tracing kisses down her body, over the hollow of her midriff to her belly button, to the edge of her matching lace panties. He held her thighs open. His fingers traced the edge of her panties as he kissed her through the lace.

“
Ryle!” She gasped, clutching his upper arms as she lifted her hips. “Please, please,” She panted incoherently. She needed him. Now. His tongue teasing her pussy through the lace was completely undoing her.

“
Shh,” He murmured, almost soothingly. “We don’t have to rush.”

“
Please, now.” She demanded and he smiled, an intimate little smile that made her heart beat more crazily.

He kicked off his boots, and shed his pants and boxers quickly. She only managed to unhook her bra when he came back to bed to cover her body with his.

“Damn,” He murmured while kiss her neck. “I have to go get condoms.”

“
In my night table.” She told him. She had kept them there, although there was never a need for them since she moved back home.

He never stopped kissing her as he groped around the drawer for the condoms. The box was new and he had to stop kissing her to tear open the box. Just watching him, his every action, made her that much more impatient to be with him. The sight of his huge arousal made her insides turn to jelly. She wanted him inside her so badly she was reaching for him before he even finished rolling on the condom.

He slipped off her panties with expert hands, one hand caressing her, the other hand cupping the side of her head, his fingers caressing her hair as he kissed her passionately. She felt the nudge of his erection against her inner thigh. She moaned, arching up to rub herself against his hard flesh. His fingers rubbed her wet flesh as he knelt between her thighs.

She gasped as he entered her slowly. She was wet and ready, but she still caught her breath at the feel of his full length inside her.

“Christ, you’re tight.” He murmured, kissing the corner of her mouth, her cheek, her temple, and her hair as he gave her time to adjust to his size.

“It’s…been a long time.” She panted.

“
Hey, it’s okay,” He said huskily. “We’ll take it slow.” He gently brushed the strands of hair from her flushed face, his eyes looking into hers.

He bent to kiss her again, slowly. His tongue moved in the same slow and steady rhythm that his hips set to. With each slow and deliberate thrust, she moaned. Her fingers dug into his back, holding him as she began to move to meet his thrust. He groaned and grounded against her a little harder.

Her head fell back against the pillow as he increased the rhythm. The pleasure was so intense that she could barely breathe. She was moaning and gasping loudly, and the pleasure just kept building until it burst and she felt as if she exploded into millions of pleasurable sparks. Feeling her climax, he moved faster, his face buried against her hair as he pounded against her. He gave a deep guttural groan as he came with one last thrust. She felt the tightening of his muscles under her fingertips and shuddered with him, her whole body trembling with it.

Charlie
couldn’t seem to stop trembling for a long while afterward. Tiny jolts of pleasure shot through her every time she moved. Ryle rolled to lie down beside her and pulled her against him.

It was a long time later when she finally stirred, and that was only because Ryle was moving from her side.

“Don’t go.” The words came out of her mouth before she could stop herself.

He leaned up on the pillow, leaning over her.
“I’m not going anywhere.” He assured her. And only when he answered her did she realize she was holding her breath.

“
Can I get you a coffee…or something?” She asked.

Ryle laughed, his hand resting on her hips tightened.
“Or something.” He agreed, kissing her hair, “I’m not done with you yet.”

She smiled to herself. She lay against his side, her hand continued to caress his arm and chest. She couldn’t stop touching him. She didn’t want to.

“Am I to guess by this that you missed me while I was gone?” She could hear the teasing note in his voice.

“
I wouldn’t go that far. But I did notice you weren’t there to bother me while I was trying to work.” She kept it light, not wanting him to guess that this meant a lot more to her than just a one-nighter or a fling.

“
So this would bother you?” His hand slid down her back, over her hips and down her thigh, rubbing sensuously.

She could barely suppress a moan.

“And this?” He inserted a leg between hers and the feel of his hair roughened thigh rubbing between hers was so similar to what she fantasized about when she first saw him at the track that she couldn’t suppress this moan.

“
You don’t fight fair.” She accused breathlessly.

He laughed; the sound husky.
“I never said I did.” But his teasing quickly turned to appreciation when he felt the wetness of her juice against his thigh. “God, you’re wet again.”

She wasn’t listening to him anymore. She closed her eyes and grinded herself against his leg. He rolled up above her, supporting himself on his elbows on either side of her. While he kept the leg pressed tight against her wet flesh, his hands fanned out on either side of her head, lightly holding her there while his fingers caressed her hair. His eyes met hers for a long moment before he bent to kiss her.

He kissed her softly at first, slow butterfly kisses. She parted her lips and his tongue slipped in. They kissed until her whole body was on fire. She rocked against his leg, moaning as he deepened the kiss. His tongue drew on hers, seeking the honey sweetness inside her mouth. She moaned loudly as she came.

He spent the night with her, making love to her several times throughout the night.

It was late when Charlie woke up the next morning. Waking up in Ryle’s arms gave her the most content feeling she had ever felt. It felt so right somehow. She didn’t want to move. She wished she could lie in bed with him all day. She sighed, snuggling closer against his side.

A glance to the clock showed it was half past nine. Ryle was still deep asleep and she didn’t want to wake him. After all, he seemed exhausted last evening and he still stayed up most of the night making love with her. She eased out of bed carefully, determined to let him sleep as long as he needed to.

She left the bedroom quietly and went to take a shower. She washed her hair and stood under the warm spray. Despite the refreshing feel of the water, she still felt pleasantly lethargic. She was soaping herself when Ryle came in.

“
Need any help?” He asked lazily, walking naked into the bathroom as confidently as if he was wearing a tailored suit.