Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
“Thank you,” she said stiffly. “So if you could please find me a new seat.”
“There’s your seat,” the attendant said briskly, pointing at J’orn. “This gentleman has kindly offered to allow you to sit with him. So please get in his lap and get buckled in so I can tell the captain we can take off. We’re already behind schedule,” she added, giving Kara a severe look.
“Oh, um—all right.” It was going to be awkward as hell sitting in her old assistant’s lap, but Kara couldn’t deny that it was better than sitting on Mr. Oatmeal’s pink, oozing Speedo for four hours.
She tried to find a way to climb over the lump, gooey alien without touching him, but his large, bare, bumpy legs filled the entire gap between his seat and the next where J’orn was sitting and he didn’t seem inclined to move them. In fact, he was giving Kara a sulky, pouting look as though he was angry that she didn’t want to sit in his lap and get slimed.
J’orn clearly saw her predicament—and the flight attendant’s impatience.
“Here,” he said. And half-standing, he leaned over his seatmate’s head and reached for Kara. Before she could protest, he’d wrapped his big hands around her waist and was lifting her clean over seat 521 and its snotty occupant and settling her firmly in his own lap.
3
KARA
“Oh!” Kara felt breathless after her short flight through the air. Also, who knew J’orn was so strong? She wasn’t exactly a lightweight and yet he’d lifted her like she was a doll!
“Comfortable?” J’orn rumbled. He was wearing a long sleeved shirt and the tight black leather trousers that the Kindred called “flight leathers.” His long legs felt extremely firm and muscular under her ass.
“I…I guess so,” she said, wishing her voice didn’t sound so breathless.
“Good. Then we’d better get strapped in.”
He drew an X-shaped harness that fit over both of them across her chest and snapped it in the middle, right around her midsection. Then he reached between her legs.
“Hey!” Kara nearly jumped out of her skin. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Oof! Careful with the bouncing!” J’orn growled. “This is a five-point harness—I have to hook the last piece in place before we can take off. It’s between our legs,” he added pointedly.
“Oh, um…sorry.” Kara felt foolish. “I thought—”
“I know what you thought,” he rumbled in her ear. “But you don’t have to worry. You made it more than clear that you don’t want that kind of attention from me.”
“Look, I never…oh!” she ended in a little gasp because he had found the final part of the harness between both their legs and drawn it up between her thighs. Though he was clearly trying to be careful, she could feel his long fingers brushing the sensitive skin of her inner thighs as he felt around to get the tab into the buckle and the sensation sent shivers through her entire body.
Even worse, the black strap attached to the tab stretched the fabric of her dress and pulled it up past her thighs. Kara had to wait, feeling utterly mortified, until the big Kindred finally clicked the tab into the silver buckle before she could reach between her thighs and hurriedly try to pull the black fabric down to hide her panties, which were perilously close to being revealed.
“There,” J’orn rumbled in her ear. “Sorry that took so long—it’s hard to get it in when you can’t see it.”
“That’s what she said,” Kara said, without thinking, and then winced. It was an old joke from the days when they’d worked together—one of the first pieces of “Earth humor” J’orn had learned and they used to say it to each other all the time.
He stiffened at first but then a rumble of laughter came from his broad chest. Since Kara was sitting on his lap, it shook her whole body.
“I forgot about that!” he said. “That was our favorite joke before you sent me away.”
“J’orn, please—I didn’t really send you away,” she protested.
“Oh yes, you fucking did,” he growled in her ear, making her shiver again. “You sent me away because of your mate. How is old Kevin, anyway—is he still failing to please you in the bedroom?”
“That’s enough of that!” Kara snapped, turning her head and craning her neck to look up at him. “Watch your tone, J’orn!”
“No, I don’t think I will.” He looked down at her with a thoughtful look on his face. “I’m not your good little assistant anymore, Kara. You can’t order me around.”
“I never ordered you around!” she protested.
“No, you didn’t have to. Because I was so fucking lost in you that I jumped to obey you before you even gave the order,” he growled, glaring down at her. “But our relationship has changed, Kara—I’ve changed.”
“We don’t have a relationship!” she pointed out heatedly.