Marcus’ POV
I didn’t know that Rory was scared of flying, but as the engines fired up and we started to move, gaining speed, I could see her fear taking over so I did the only thing I could think of, I slammed my mouth down onto hers.
As I hoped, Rory responded immediately, her moan of pleasure sliding into my mouth as I pushed my tongue into hers.
My intention had been to distract her, but as soon as her lips touched mine, everything else melted away. Gone were my teammates seated only a few rows in front of us, the support staff, my coach, every one, it was just me and my Princess, alone.
When my lungs are screaming for oxygen, I finally pull back, the drone of the engines and the chatter of the people around us resurfacing.
Rory’s eyes are still closed, that goddamn needy whimper l
