We’ve worked together a few times. I called in a favor.” He shrugs.

“I am so out of my league with you.” I shake my head.

“What the fuck does that mean?” My head snaps around at his angry outburst and my jaw drops at the glare he’s sending me.

“I’m sorry…” I frown and gaze around the cabin of the plane. This is beyond rich. I know rich. This is Forbes 100 list I-could-buy-a-third-world-country rich.

“This isn’t mine. I borrowed it. I thought you’d like it.”

“I do. All of this is wonderful. You are wonderful. You just overwhelm me sometimes, Luke.”

“Yeah, well, that seems to be contagious then because you have completely beguiled me.” I’m feeling vulnerable and scared and excited and in love, and I just need to be in his arms.

So I unbuckle my belt and fling one leg over his lap and straddle him. His eyebrows rise in surprise, and he grabs my curvy ass in his hands. I love that he’s tall enough that even in this position we’re practically at eye-level. I grip his smooth face in my hands and lean in and kiss him like my life depends on it.

I feel his hands run up and down my back and I grind my center against him.

“Fuck, baby, you make me crazy.”

“Hmm…” I nibble at the corner of his mouth and open my eyes to find his blue gaze on me. “I want you. Make me forget where we are.”

He takes control of the kiss, gripping my hair in his hands and holding my face to his, kissing me like he hasn’t touched me in days.

As if we didn’t make love just this morning.

He reaches between us and unbuckles his belt and lifts me easily, his hands planted firmly on my ass to hold me. I wrap my legs around his lean waist and tangle his hair in my hands, leaning my arms on his shoulders.

“Where are we going?” I murmur.

“Bedroom.” Bedroom? On a plane?

“What’s wrong with the chair we were in?” I lean down and bite his earlobe.

“I’m not giving the flight attendant a fucking show.”

“Oh.” I forgot. This is what he does to me. He makes me forget. And it’s so hot!

He carries me to the rear of the plane and through a door into a small room with a double bed. It has beautiful, inviting linens and pillows in shades of browns and greens.

“Airplane sex!” I straighten in his arms and hold his face in my hands.

“I’ve never had airplane sex.”

He grins wide and kisses my chin.

“Me neither.”

I run my fingers lightly through his soft blonde hair and gaze into his sky blue eyes and can’t help but wonder what I did to deserve this beautiful man.

“You are so beautiful.” He frowns at my change of pace, and just stands there in the middle of the room with me draped around him, not putting me down.

He shakes his head and plants a kiss on my collar bone. “I’m nothing special.”

“Oh, honey,” I wrap myself around him and hold on tight. “You are beautiful, inside and out,” I whisper in his ear.

“Naked, now,” he growls and sets me down. I can’t help but laugh as suddenly we are just a tangle of clothes being flung off and flown about the room, both of us anxious to get naked and touch each other.

When the last piece of clothing is shed, Luke grabs for me, pulling me to him in a passionate embrace, but instead of pushing us down onto the bed, he’s cornered me against the wall, leaning his heavy torso and hips against me, his rigid erection pushing against my belly.

He slides his hands down my arms, links his fingers in mine and pulls our hands up above my head, pinning me in place. His gloriously soft mouth is on my neck, sweeping up and down. He captures both of my wrists in one hand and glides the other down my arm and to my breast to worry my nipple between his fingers.

“Fuck, Luke.”

“God, you’re so beautiful. I love how your breast feels in my hand.”

I bow my body off the wall, my hands still pinned above me, in need.

“Hush, baby.” His hand leisurely travels down to my hip and around to my ass where he rubs it softly, then slaps it.

Hard.

“Ah!” I feel his grin in my neck and I bite my lip. How does his slapping my ass turn me on so much? It’s fucking sexy as hell.

“Again,” I whisper.

“Oh, baby,” he kisses my chin and the corners of my mouth, nibbling along my jaw. “You want it rough?”

“Only with you.” And it’s the truth.

Only he can touch me the way he does and make my skin sing the way it does.

It’s intoxicating.

“Damn right.” He slaps me again and hitches my leg up around his thigh, but he’s too tall to rub his cock against my center.

“Lift me,” I beg.

“Oh, I will. Patience, beautiful.”

That glorious hand of his slips behind me again, over my now warm ass, and down between my folds. He slips a finger inside me and moves it in a circular motion, sending me spiraling in sensation.

“Luke! Please!” I’m pulling my wrists against his hand to no avail. I want to touch him! I want him inside me!

“What do you want baby?” He croons to me as he assaults my pussy in the most delicious way.

“You. Please.” I whisper this against his neck.

“You’ll have me. Be patient, my love.

I’m

making

you

forget,

remember?”

“I don’t remember my own fucking name right now.”

He laughs and kisses me sweetly.

“I’m going to let go of your hands now.

Put them on your head.”

“What?” He’s not making any sense.

“Just put them on your head.”

“I want to touch you.” I pout and he bites my lower lip.

“Not yet. Trust me.”

He releases my hands and I lower them to my head, weaving my fingers together and lean my head back on the wall.

“Good. Don’t move your hands, baby.”

“Okay,” I whisper.

He continues to kiss my face and neck, gently bites my earlobe and then heads south.

And I know exactly what he’s going to do.

“Fuck.” I look down at him as he kisses his way down to my breasts, pulling the nipples into his mouth. My breathing is ragged and blood is rushing though my body on hyperdrive.

I’ve never been so turned on in my life.

“Easy, baby. I’ve got you.”

As he kneels to the floor, he hitches my right leg around his shoulder and wraps his arms around me, supporting me on his forearms and gripping my ass in his large hands.