The Gulfstream G150 slid into the air, climbing high into the late afternoon sky. The clouds above the Colorado mountains were thick and painted in a range of tangerine and pomegranate reds. Wes leaned back into the soft white leather seat of his family’s private jet and watched the wings of the plane slice through the heavens.
He could still taste Callie, addictive, sweet, so breathless and innocent. Until he’d sat down in the plane, his entire body had been rigid with pent-up passion. He shouldn’t have kissed her, not so soon, not when he’d have to leave for a few days before seeing her again.
Fuck, he wanted her. It actually hurt not to have her near him. Had that ever happened to him before? Not that he was aware of. He dropped his head back against the headrest and tried to collect
