She let go of her coffee cup, launching herself at me. Her legs locked around my waist and her arms coiled tight around my neck.
I caught her mid-air, the impact sending us both back a step. I didn't let her go. Instead, I hiked her higher, my fingers digging into the soft give of her thighs. She gasped into my ear, her teeth grazing my lobe, as I marched us toward the boarding stairs.
As we reached the galley door, the flight attendant stood there with a serene smile. She started to offer a greeting, but the words died in her throat.
She saw Charlotte draped over me, her legs still tight around my waist, her fingers tangled in my hair.
We weren't even looking at the crew. I was kissing her neck, my mouth tracing the line of her jaw.
Charlotte had her eyes closed, her head tilted back to give me better access to her throat. I squeezed her thighs, pulling her even tighter against my chest.
