Note-I'm updating again so we can creep closer to the anticipated part.

Chapter nine is where the story gets sexier

Heat

Jason Morgan and Alexis Davis, canon

Chapter Seven

December 4th, 2009

Friday

She showed up to the plane in jeans. Hot damn. Jason's head titled to the side and he watched Alexis in total male appreciation of her fine body coming his way, as she walked toward him, wearing a black wool coat, black leather gloves, with her hair falling over her shoulders.

She had a rosy glow about her.

A low moan nearly escaped his lips. Soon she would be naked. Soon. Soon. After three months of teasing him, she would be all his to enjoy.

And enjoy her he planned to. From head to toe. Then back up again. Burying his lips against the wetness at her center, breathing her in, licking her dry and getting her wet all over again.

She saw him looking at her jeans and said "Its not smart to fly in pantyhose in case of a crash where there is a fire, according to a report I saw years ago done by Stone Phillips on Dateline."

He nodded.

Whatever the reason she was in jeans, he'd take it. He liked her in skirts too. Both worked for him. But jeans reminded him she could be laid back too. Jeans told him she might get on his motorcycle some day- one of his fantasies about her that did not include nudity.

The pilot stowed Alexis' luggage while she sat down and buckled herself in. Jason took a seat next to her.

He studied her. She didn't seem nervous. She seemed like her mind was made up. Fucking finally. Thank God. He couldn't take her holding up her hand again and saying: Don't. Or saying: I have my lists of reasons why we shouldn't.

He wanted her in the worst way. He hadn't wanted someone like this in a long, long time. This was completely different than how he had gone after other women. This time there was not an ounce of hesitation.

It had been years since he saw a woman and said: She's mine tonight. Fuck the consequences.

That is the point Jason was at with Alexis. He couldn't think of a reason not to do this. And he could think of pages and pages of reasons to do this. Very easy choice.

And she was down for it now.

His dick started to get excited just at the thought of her being next to him on the jet- smelling good, looking good, and smiling.

The pilot said "Mr. Morgan, we're cleared for take off, sir."

"Good."

The pilot nodded and left. As soon as he was gone, Jason threaded his fingers into Alexis' hair. His eyes locked onto hers. "I want you....bad."

She swallowed visibly. He was just about to kiss her with a hunger he hadn't shown her before when she leaned forward and started to suck on his bottom lip. Then give him short and sensual kisses that made him dizzy. He hadn't been kissed like this in so long. And never really like this. Never by Alexis. And that made it so much more intense.

She was his equal. She didn't ask to be saved or taken care of. She came to him grown up and with eyes wide open. Not needing him. Wanting him. Making a choice to be his.

So hot.

XXXXXXXXXXXXX

God, this is what she needed. Yes. It felt so right. Sucking and nibbling on Jason's lips. Quick, sensual, kisses, getting to know what his lips felt like and what he liked.

She was burning up inside her coat and with her gloves on. She jerked away from him. Her body felt like an inferno.

The plane started to move.

He stared at her, with a raised eyebrow, as she gave him a small, reassuring smile. She started to peel off her gloves and coat, revealing a red sweater. She wanted that off too but there were pilots in the cockpit.

She waved her hand over her face. "God, its hot on this jet. Doesn't it have air conditioning? I don't know if I'm comfortable flying on a plane with something broken on it. I've been in a plane crash before, did you know that?"

"With Jax."

"Right."

"In the Sahara desert."

"Exactly and I swear it was not this hot there." She gave him a smile.

They really did know so much about each other. They had been in each other's worlds for too many years to count without feeling old. When they met she was less than ten years out of law school, but already gate keeping like a pro for her family in international legal matters spanning the whole globe, and he was just a kid trying to raise a kid.

Not much older than Kristina was now.

God, had it been that many years already? And only now were her and Jason thinking of getting together? What took them so long? And was this all just crazy hormones at play? Did she care?

Not really. She wanted him now and the desire was too great to turn away from.

But she wanted to live to one day straddle Jason. And this private jet, as fancy as it was, seemed rather shoddy, since the air was broken.

Going on about her plane crash she said "I don't relish the idea of repeating the experience of going down in a jet twice in one lifetime. Do you think the pilot should turn back, perhaps?"

"Nothing is wrong with the air conditioning."

She raised an eyebrow. Oh. It was just her then. She really hoped this was a Jason related heat flash and not menopause coming for her early.

Lifting Jason's hand, she pressed it to her cheek. "You positive about that?"

His only answer was to start to kiss her intensely, with his tongue sweeping through her mouth in an erotic exploration, as his fingers intertwined with hers. He pressed those joined hands over her head, against the leather seat, making her chest arch as he did. She left out the softest of moans. Jason broke their kiss, but kept his mouth a breath from hers, as he said "Fucking sweet, Alexis, hearing you moan for me like that."

His lips moved to her neck and soon she was letting out more and more breathless whimpers and soft moans as he licked and sucked on her skin. His hand massaged the inside of one jean clad leg. With her back arched, her breasts pressed against him, sending sparks shooting through her nipples and down into the center of her, leaving her tingling and completely alive, hungry, hot, ready for more.

Turbulence hit. Jason wasn't buckled in and went falling right out of his seat. Alexis gasped and looked down at him. "Are you okay?"

He moved back to his seat. "Fine."

She looked out of the corner of her eye, chuckling. "Maybe it would be wise to just relax. Participating in the mile high club has its hazards it seems."

He chuckled and buckled his seat belt. "I'd risk it but I'm not looking to be injured when we get to the beach house."

"Smart thinking."

She was completely overheated, turned on, and just about aching to feel his fingers slipping beneath the lace of her panties. Smoothing over her wetness, pinching her clit, sinking one and then two and then three fingers into her. Making her moan, like he loved to hear. Making her scream, like she had ached to do for years now. Really scream her head off because she was getting fucked so good and deep.

Alexis knew if she kept up this line of thought she'd be completely soaked through her panties and jeans by the time they landed. Nothing had gotten her this hot in years.

Just the thought of Jason- so dangerous, sensitive, cool at times, volatile at others- getting hard over her, aching for her, practically begging her to go away with him, it was a turn on of epic it was something she needed to try not to focus on for a few more hours. Till they were in Aruba and alone together.

Till she was showing him her new lingerie. She wonder what he liked. Silk? Satin? See-through? Sheer? Leather bustier? Crotchless panties? She had a little of everything in her suitcase. And when she said little, she meant little. Some of it didn't cover much. But that was the point.

She didn't work out three lunch hours a week to be ashamed of her body.

Her mouth was so dry. "Is there a fridge on this- not broken down, you assure me- private jet?"

"Sure. What do you want?"

"Water, please."

Jason got up and went to get in for her. He got one for himself and came back.

After taking a long drink of her water, Alexis looked at him and asked "We know what we're doing, right?"

He nodded.

She said "So lets just agree to enjoy this weekend and worry about next week, next week. No talking about it till then."

"Fine with me."

"Good. You're easy to negotiate with. I like that in a man."

He gave her a stern look. "Don't think you'll run me over. Because, I think you know by now, that won't ever happen."

Her eyes danced with amusement. She ran a manicured nail down the middle of his t-shirt. "I never was properly motivate to try before. You might be surprised what I can get done if I really put my mind to it."

He smirked. Leaning close to her, his voice dropped low as he asked "So you like to control your men? Or do you like to be controlled?"

"Yes. Both. Depending on the day and hour and mood."

With a fuller grin, Jason sat back in his seat and put his seat belt on again.

Alexis said "Yes, please do keep yourself in one piece. This weekend depends on you being in full working order. It won't be much fun for you if you just have to watch me....would it?"

"Keep talking," he warned her, in a low growling tone "and the pilots will have a story to tell when we land."

She swallowed down a gulp. Her nipples were such hard, tight nubs of nerves now that every breath was causing her pleasure and pain.

Good pleasure. Good pain.

Jason was making Alexis remember a time when she really liked sex still. When she didn't live just to be a mom, lawyer, buddy and shoe sale shopper. When there was a man in her life that made her want to spread her legs and take him into her. Made her want to crawl on top of him and sink down the length of his shaft till she felt him completely filling her to the hilt.

He was taking her back so many years in time that she was couldn't believe it. Why had she ever let herself become that other woman? That workaholic, stressed out, playing the political game, bitter over Sonny, always mad at Ric, friends with Kate when she didn't even really enjoy her company, lost in the grind of 9-5 and the second shift of being a Mommy, running, running, running but always falling behind anyway, woman?

She didn't want to be only that. She wanted some of this too. Something wild and free, steamy and just a little shocking, with a dangerous man that she should run away from but she wouldn't.

Couldn't.

She needed Jason and this weekend. It was a genius idea on his part, really. Totally genius.