"No, baby. I'll be fine," I muttered, shifting to press a kiss her forehead.
"Should we go to the convenience? Would it make you feel better?" She asked so innocently that it warmed my heart.
Mine was actually suggesting to fuck down my anger? How else could I love this girl more?
"Are you seriously offering to let me fuck the anger out of my system at 30,000 feet?"
Jasmine tilted her head slightly, watching me. "If it helps."
If it helps?
This girl would be the death of me.
I chuckled darkly, shifting closer, lowering my voice so only she could hear. "No, baby. I can't fuck you in this state. You might end up in the hospital, and everyone on this plane would hear you scream for mercy." I replied, and surprisingly, I found myself smiling.
She exhaled sharply, and I could already smell her arousal, and fuck, it was a turn-on for me.
My fingers traced her wrist.
I smirked, leaning in just enough that my breath fanned her ear.
