Could her year get any worse?
Michelle is fleeing Australia to make a new life in England. She isn’t sure what she’s going to do when she gets there, but at least she will have left the trail of horror behind her. She ends up trapped in an airport as a freak storm blows in and all she can do is accept the kindness of a stranger and wait it out.
Rob is skipping holidays with his family to take a well deserved break in America. When he’s snowed in at the airport he expects the worst. Finding the gorgeous Michelle is just what the doctor ordered.
Two strangers with one night together. Can their separate paths join to make one flight of love?
“Michelle...” Rob’s smooth voice made her turn to find him studying her with his intense blue eyes. “I don’t want you to regret this.”
Michelle turned fully and stared right back at him. Was he kidding? Taking a deep breath, she pushed her worries aside, switching off her inner critic.
“Rob, I may have had more than I should to drink, but I’m not drunk. The only thing I will regret is me not making love to you.”
She could feel her cheeks flushing again. Whoever this fearless woman was who had emerged, Michelle liked her. She unzipped her black cotton cardigan and dropped it on to the floor.
Rob pulled his own grey sweatshirt over his head, revealing glimpses of beautifully tanned skin.
“Are you sure?”
Michelle wanted to stomp her foot in frustration, but instead, she held out her arms.
He walked straight into them and cupped her face in both of his hands. His blue eyes searched hers as though seeking the truth before he sealed their promise with a kiss.
His lips were soft yet insistent as they coaxed hers apart and his tongue slipped inside. She moaned, low in her throat and wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him closer.
His hands dropped away from her face, yet his lips remained, as he reached down to her waistband and tugged at her T-shirt.
Michelle braced herself for the next part. I wish I’d put on prettier underwear this morning! Lifting her arms, she allowed Rob to pull her top off.
He returned to kissing her immediately, caressing the skin at the base of her spine in long strokes. It was soothing and erotic all at once.
Michelle wanted him naked, now.
She pulled at Rob’s white T-shirt and broke their lips apart so he would help. With a crooked smile, he pulled his top over his own head and Michelle stared. Wow. He had taut pecs, huge shoulders, and the flattest stomach Michelle had ever seen in real life.
Rob chuckled and began to undo her jeans. “No, you’re beautiful. And I can’t wait to see more of you.”
Impatient and confident in his need for her, Michelle brushed aside his hands. She pulled her own jeans, boots, and socks off.
Rob followed her lead until they were both in their underwear.
Michelle knew what would happen next, a little petting and he would be inside her. With her ex, sex had not always been pleasant, but Michelle could feel her need for Rob, her body wet and ready. It’s wouldn’t be the same as it had always been with her ex.
She pulled back the covers on the double bed and lay down on the farther side.
Rob stared at her for a moment, so Michelle patted the bed next to her. What was he waiting for?
He crawled onto the bed and pushed her flat, his heavy weight welcome. His skin was hot and soft, his muscles hard beneath her hands. She wrapped her legs around his waist and kissed him with all the passion she could muster.
His tongue plundered her mouth, his teeth sinking into her bottom lip.
Michelle allowed the storm to carry her away and didn’t fight him when he pulled back to slide her underwear down her legs.
She arched her back and undid her bra, opening her legs and holding out her arms. Oh crap.
“Have you got any protection?”
Rob was busy looking his fill of her full breasts, soft tummy, and fleshy thighs. His blue eyes looked very pleased. Thank God for that!
“Yes.” He crawled back off the bed and pulled out two rubbers from his jeans pocket. “I bought a couple from the men’s toilet.”
“Thank you.” Michelle could not express her true gratitude to a man who actually cared and had the forethought to do something about it. She was still on the pill, but the extra protection was needed too.
Rob crawled back onto the bed and lay between her legs, kissing her lightly on the mouth. “No problem, sweetheart. You can trust me to look after you, remember?”
The words weren’t lost on her, but she was too turned on to really take in their full meaning. Michelle wiggled, Rob’s cloth covered erection digging into the wet, sensitive flesh between her legs.
“Why do you still have your jocks on?”
Rob laughed and moved down her body. “Because they will stop me from rushing this.”
Michelle frowned. What did he mean? “But, I’m ready now.”
Rob dropped his head and kissed her right nipple.
She gasped, flames of pleasure licking their way down her belly. Her hands automatically rose and her fingers threaded into his thick brown hair, enjoying the sensuous feel as well as the need to hold him close.
“I have a feast in front of me. I’m not rushing to dessert.”