Love at First Flight Read Online Free Page A

football field away
from them.
    She locked the door and pulled her top
over her head. Her breasts were surprisingly full on her slight frame, and her
nipples puckered in the air-conditioned room.
    As he watched her strip down to a thong,
Michael shed his suit coat and pulled off his tie. A tussle in the sheets with
her would take him from exhausted straight to downright depleted.
    Unbuttoning his shirt, she buried her
fingers in his chest hair and swirled her tongue over his nipple.
    Unable to resist her, he ran his hands
down her back and cupped her bare bottom.
    Lifting her against his erection, he
drew a moan from her. “I love you so much, Michael.”
    He had the wherewithal to grab a condom
from his bag before he carried her to the big bed with the lace canopy.
    Urging him down beneath her, she said, “Let
me.” She rained kisses over his face and chest. “You're so tired. Let me love
you.”
    He sucked in a sharp deep breath when
her white-blond hair brushed his belly.
    She unbuckled his belt and slid his
pants and boxers down to the floor and then kissed her way back to where he
wanted her most.
    He groaned when she stroked him first
with her hand and then with her mouth. Gasping, he reached for her.
    “Not so fast.” She took him deep into
her mouth, all the while stroking him with her hand.
    He groaned. “Paige, please ...”
    “Mmm, I've missed you so much,” she
sighed.
    “You're going to finish me off before we
get to the good stuff.”
    In a low sexy voice, she said, “Are you
saying this isn't good stuff?”
    “No,” he panted. “Definitely not saying
that.”
    Laughing, she took him to the edge of
insanity before she rolled on the condom and straddled him. Enveloping him in
her heat, she arched her back to ride him with abandon.
    When he felt her clutching him from
within, he gripped her hips to meet her at the top, pulling her down to muffle
her shriek with a kiss.
    She fell on top of him like a rag doll,
and Michael wrapped his arms around her, steeped in the scent of roses that would
always remind him of her.
    “That scream of yours is going to get us
busted one of these days.”
    She snickered. “You can make me scream
legally before too much longer.”
    “Eight months,” he said with a sigh.
    She kissed his jaw, his chin, and
lingered at his lips.
    “Paige?”
    “Hmm?” she said as she ran her tongue
along his lower lip.
    “Marry me now. Let's not wait eight
months.”
    Startled, she stared at him as if he had
lost his mind.
    “Let's just get married. We can go to
Vegas or to a J.P. I don't care. I just want us to be married. Now.” The
urgency in his voice surprised even him, but if the strong reaction he'd had to
Juliana was any indication, he needed to do something about this state of limbo
he and Paige had been living in for far too long.
    “Michael, it's all set. The wedding's
all planned. You can't just throw this at me now.”
    “Then come home with me. I need you with
me.”
    “But / need to be with my mother before
the wedding, and all my friends are here.”
    Michael eased her off him so he could
sit up. “Can I ask you something?”
    “Of course.”
    “What are you more excited about? The
wedding or our marriage?”
    “What the hell does that mean?” she
asked, turning away from him.
    “Look at me.” He took hold of her arm. “Marry
me. Right now. No bells, no whistles. Just you and me.”
    Her eyes flooded with tears. “You're not
being fair. I've dreamed about this day my whole life. You'd really deny me
this?”
    “Then come back to Maryland with me
until the wedding. I can't do this long-distance thing any more, Paige. I just
can't.”
    Her expression softened as she brushed
the hair back from his face. “You're so tired. Why don't you get some sleep?
You'll feel better in the morning.” She discreetly rid him of the condom and
went into the bathroom to flush it. When she came back, she pulled the covers
up around him and reached for her clothes. Once