Bridgewater County Series Boxed Set: Books 1-6

Chapter 2-3

My eyes widened in alarm as I felt the hard length of him at the juncture of my thighs. If the thin barrier of our clothes weren't in the way, that hard length would be sliding through my folds right about now. Naked, I could ride him like this, right here on his lap, my breasts pressed to his chest, his mouth just out of reach. If I just lifted my chin—

Our eyes met, held. I was frozen in his lap, like a frightened rabbit. My brain completely shut down and I couldn’t move, couldn’t talk. I had no witty comment to smooth over the situation. No. Not me. First in my class on the trial advocacy team, and I couldn’t think of a single thing to say. Nope. All I could think about was getting a complete stranger naked. Monkey s*x.

His gaze narrowed and was filled with heat and intensity. His pale eyes were a stormy gray. Like the clouds beneath us. I shuddered.

I finally got my voice back. “Oh um, shit.” I leaned toward my seat and tried to lift my other leg over, but his hands held me in place. “Sorry, I… um… didn't want to wake you.” I knew my face was fifteen shades of red, but there was nothing I could do about it.

He grinned then, easily lifting me so that I could swing my leg over and turn to sit back in my seat.

“Anytime, Catherine, anytime.”

I could still feel the squeeze of his hands on my sides, the hot—and very hard—press of him on the backs of my thighs. Mortified, I felt my cheeks burning and I looked everywhere but at him. With fumbling fingers, I put my seat belt on. God, how does someone survive such embarrassment? I had to do something, anything, so I didn't have to talk with him anymore. Elaine had wanted me to throw myself at a man. Well, I’d done it. God, not that I wanted the plane to crash or anything, but I could die of embarrassment right now. Nothing had changed. I sucked at flirting. Always had. Give me a rule book or a procedure manual and I was a genius. But this? Flirting and s*x? Yeah. Not so much.

“I… um… I better get back to work.” While the words were for Jack, I spoke to the seat back in front of me.

In my periphery, I could see he lifted his chin once in acknowledgement, pressed the button on his chair to go back the measly two inches and closed his eyes once again. I could look at him unaware. He wasn't flustered like I was. He wasn't embarrassed or mortified. It had been nothing to him. I was nothing but an amusement on a delayed flight.

To me, that was the closest I'd probably get to riding a cowboy in this lifetime.

When he shifted in his seat, I turned away, afraid he would open those intense blue eyes and see me staring. After the falling in his lap incident, I couldn't be caught ogling.

Hooking my foot to pull my bag out once again, I spent thirty minutes typing up the remainder of the brief. With Jack sleeping, I was able to forget my blunder and focus, glad that I couldn't get any internet or cell service on the plane. My work insanity was at a minimum, but my to-do list simmered in the back of my mind. I might be in radio silence, but that didn't mean my world wasn't falling down around me. I could only imagine what I'd be in for when I got to Bridgewater.