Good lord, the girl was stacked.

Kendall was staring at Jessica's body again. Her waist was so small he could span it with his hands. But above that and below it, nice juicy handfuls. He wondered if she was the kind of girl who got wild in bed, or if she was as sweet and shy as she seemed.

Or better yet, she’d start off sweet and he’d turn up the heat until she went wild.

Yeah, that was the perfect plan.

She was saying something… he forced himself to pay attention.

"Hmmm?"

"I'm not so sure about this."

"What's wrong?"

They were standing on the tarmac, getting ready to board the private plane the label had sent for them. Jessica looked ready to bolt.

"This is really crazy. I can't just go to Vegas. I have to work tomorrow."

He frowned, trying to figure out how to convince her to come with him.

She had to come. He was counting on it. He would be flat out miserable if she dipped now.

He briefly considered throwing her over his shoulder and carrying her onto the plane. But that would be bad.

Kidnapping bad, Kendall.

He had no idea how it had happened but he desperately didn't want the night to end. Not that he expected anything to happen necessarily... Well, he was hoping.

He was definitely going to get a kiss out of her. More than that. A lot more hopefully.

He had to get his hands on that tight little body.

But he had a feeling it might not go any further than that. He could tell she wasn't the kind of girl who was going to just take her clothes off. She wasn’t a groupie. Not really.

He told himself he liked that about her. Even if it interfered with his primal instincts to mate.

It had been six months since he broke up with Becca. She was a stunning movie star, but so self centered that he’d stopped even seeing her good looks after a while. He'd gone out with a few girls since then but nothing serious. Models mostly.

To be frank, he had other things on his mind other than sex.

Usually that was the case. But not tonight. Right now he was hornier than a teenage boy. He was trying to force himself to slow his roll.

He didn't want to scare her off by being some sort of perv, did he?

"Call in sick. You did get knocked in the head after all."

He grinned at her, trying to put her at ease. To hide the fact that she was making him feel like a horny teenager for some wild reason. All he knew for sure was that he wanted to get this girl on the plane with him. Maybe that's what was throwing her off.

"Look, we don't have to do anything.”

“Do anything?”

He bit his lip, trying to convey what ‘anything’ meant without saying it.

Her adorable face turned pink as she got his meaning.

“Oh.”

He took her hand, rubbing his thumb over her palm.

“I mean it. Besides, I need to make sure you stay up, remember?”

She exhaled, clearly trying to decide if he was a serial killer or something.

“Come on Jess. Let's just have fun."

She smiled at him shyly. Jesus, the girl was sweet! He felt an overwhelming urge to protect her wash over him. She chewed her lip thoughtfully. He wanted to do that for her. God, her mouth was luscious…

How had he thought she was a kid before? The girl was anything but childlike. Sure, she was petite.

But she was sex on wheels.

"Seriously. I mean, you are very cute but I'm not a raving sex maniac or anything, I promise."

She laughed. Good. That was a good sign.

"Okay."

He grinned and grabbed his backpack.

"I'll even let you borrow my toothbrush."

She rolled her eyes at him. He kind of loved that she wasn't all that impressed by his status. She was definitely not putting him on a pedestal. On the other hand, he wouldn't mind putting her on one… much easier to get access to those insane curves she had.

Down boy.

He watched as she got checked in by the flight crew. Then she smiled at him.

"Let's do this."