Olivia's POV
His hands slid up my sides, pushing the fabric of my dress higher until his fingers grazed the bare skin of my thighs. The touch sent shivers down my spine.
"We shouldn't," I protested weakly at best, as his fingers found their way under the hem of my dress.
"Why not?"
"Because we're on a plane?" My breath caught as his hand moved higher.
"And?" He nipped at my earlobe, making me gasp.
"And, oh god," my thoughts scattered as his fingers brushed against the edge of my panties.
He laughed softly. "That's what I thought."
The plane hit another patch of turbulence, sending me stumbling backward. Christopher followed, pressing me against the wall with a thud that knocked the breath from my lungs.
"Careful there, darling." A wicked gleam danced in his gaze. "Wouldn't want you getting hurt."
"Me? Hurt?" I smirked, running my fingers along his jawline. "I'm not the fragile one here."
His eyes darkened. "Is that a challenge?"