“Nothing, but seeing as I don’t have a name it doesn’t matter anyway, does it?”
Amusement flashes across his face. “You’re annoyed I didn’t introduce you?”
“Nope.” I cross my arms and look out of the window again.
Damn straight, I’m fucking annoyed.
“I have my reasons,” he whispers.
“Clearly.” I smile sweetly. “I love being at a whim to your reasons.”
He chuckles and leans his head back against his seat as he looks at me.
“What?” I ask dryly.
“I wondered how long until Kathryn showed up.”
I tilt my chin to the sky as I stare out of the window. “Kathryn doesn’t put up with your shit, Elliot.”
“No, but she sucks my cock so well . . . so, I can forgive her.”
“Sshhh,” I whisper angrily as I look around for the stewardess. “Will you shut up?”
He leans over and nuzzles into my neck.
“Stop it,” I say. He bites me, holding my head to his, and I smile as I try to subtly get away from him.
“Promise me something,” he whispers.
“What’s that?”
“Promise me that we can have angry sex soon. I need to fuck you when you’re raging fucking angry with me.”
I laugh out loud in surprise; the man’s an idiot. “With your annoying personality, I don’t think that will be a problem, Elliot.” I take off my cardigan.
“Where’s my cute nickname from last night?” he whispers.
I twist my lips as I try to act serious. “What?”
“Ell,” he whispers.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about?”
“Although, I think it went like . . . oh Ellllllllllllll.” He moans as he simulates me having sex. “Fuck me harder, Ell, oh God yeah . . . just like that.” His eyes roll back in his head and I whip him with my cardigan.
“Shut. Up,” I whisper as I try to hold my smile. “You can talk, you moan like a fucking cow.”
He laughs out loud and pulls my head to him and kisses me. “It’s actually a prize-winning bull, get it right, Landon.” I smile against his lips and our kiss turns deeper, and then I remember the pressing point and I pull out of his grip. “Stop kissing your way out of the shit.”
“I wouldn’t dare.” He leans back again. “Although, for the record, I won that argument.”
My mouth falls open. “You did not.”
“Here you are, two glasses of champagne.” The stewardess passes them over to us; we both jerk back from each other guiltily. She puts down a tray of chocolate-coated strawberries on the table in front of us.
“Thank you.” We both smile.
“Can I get you anything else?” she asks.
“Not at this stage. Maybe a top-up after we take off,” Elliot replies as he takes my hand in my lap.
The stewardess smiles and goes back to her little room at the front.
Elliot holds his champagne in the air.
“What are we toasting?” I smile.
“The Canary Islands.”
My eyes widen. “We’re going to the Canary Islands?”
He smiles as he sips his champagne.