One bed.

A queen size, maybe smaller.

The preflight video said nothing about joining the first class seats into one oversized mattress. I expected to find two single flattened recliner chairs with blankets on my return trip from the bathroom, but the crew had other ideas in mind. Will’s spicy cologne surrounded me as he rested his chin on my shoulder and wrapped his arms around me from behind.

“Hmm, I see the flight attendant has decided we’re more than business acquaintances.”

“So this isn’t typical?” I pointed to soft white linen. “Where did that wall divider thing between the seats go?” It seemed a difficult thing to just remove, but I didn’t see it anywhere now.

His stubble brushed my neck as he pressed a kiss to my jaw. “Magic,” was all he said.

“Should we ask her to change it?” Even as I said the words, I took them back. “Yeah, never mind.”

The last thing I wanted was that blonde bitch to invite Will back to explore her “private cabin.” She’d flirted with him throughout dinner, constantly asking if he needed anything else. I would have considered it fantastic service, but she never addressed me. Her offers were for Will, and there was more than just food and beverage on her menu. To his credit, he maintained a polite yet reserved formality with her the entire evening. It left me wondering how often he put up with women like her.

“You want to wear the pajamas?” Will asked, ignoring my comment about changing the bed. He let go of me to pick up the packages on the bed. Our names were on the outside, with European sizes beside them. Considering I never gave the airline my dimensions, it could only have been the millionaire next to me.

“This is the second time you’ve ordered clothes for me without asking.” And from what I could tell, he’d nailed the measurements. Again.

“And I’m sure it won’t be the last,” he murmured. “Do you want to wear these?”

“You don’t sound very thrilled by them.”

He shrugged. “It’s an airplane bed. Comfortable clothes won’t make much of a difference to me.”

I scanned him from head to toe. He would require at least two-thirds of the mattress, and his feet would hang over the edge—a consequence of being a tall, muscular man. But this was better than coach. As for the clothes . . . “I’d prefer not to change.” My skirt suit served as professional armor. Sure, we shared a bed last night, but that was in the privacy of his home. An airplane was an entirely different circumstance.

Right. Because you’ve been the picture of professional so far on the plane. I bit my cheek and ignored my snarky bitch of a conscience. The only person who saw us kiss was the flight attendant. Who could she possibly tell?

Hopefully, no one . . .

Developing a sexual relationship with a client was frowned upon, especially for the lead attorney on a project. These international acquisitions were for his company, which made him and his organization a client, and a court of law would consider that a conflict of interest.

But the majority of the work is already done . . .

This trip was about finalizing the contracts and advising Mershano Vineyards as required. Will would be doing most of the talking, and I would only speak up if his business partners desired a change. Even then, I had instructions to send all requested changes back to Janet for vetting.

“What are you thinking about?” Will asked, his voice pulling me back to the present. The pajamas were gone, but I didn’t see where he stashed them.

“Uh . . .” I bit my lip. Admitting that I was trying to mentally justify my semi-sexual relationship with him did not sound appealing. So I went with, “Work.” And how these feelings I seem to be developing for you are seriously bad for my career. If things heated up between us much more, I’d have to tell the firm about it. And wouldn’t that be a fun conversation.

Will gave me a look that said he didn’t believe me, but he didn’t press for details. I walked around to my side of the cabin, kicked off my heels, which I had put back on before using the restroom, and sat on the bed. It was much softer than I expected. They’d put some sort of foam mattress over the seats. Not bad.

I slid beneath the blankets and faced away from Will’s side of the bed as he closed the curtains around us. The lights were already dim on the plane, but he blackened it more by cutting the reading lights overhead before climbing in beside me. There were earplugs and a face mask on the pillow, but I set them off to the side.

The constant rumble of the plane coupled with the darkness closed us off from the world in an intimate way I had not anticipated. We were alone, but not quite, and at any minute, someone could pull open the curtain and see us.

That’s . . . kind of kinky.

His natural heat radiated behind me, but we weren’t quite touching. I thought maybe he was on his back, legs crossed at the ankles, but I refused to risk glancing at him. It would undoubtedly lead to something stupid. Like me kissing him. Electricity zipped along my spine at the thought, sending shocks to all my nerve endings. I squirmed a little as they hit me dead center, vibrating the area between my legs.

Damn it. The man hadn’t touched me in over ten minutes, and yet my body was primed and ready for him. My nipples scraped against my lacy bra, begging to be set free. I fidgeted a little to give them relief, but it only intensified my ache below. An ache Will created with all his sensual flirting and his thorough introduction to what he had to offer sexually last night in bed. Except it hadn’t been nearly enough.

My hands curled into fists. I had wanted to caress every inch of him, but he’d kept it light. What would it be like to watch him come? To give him the same pleasure he gave me? My thighs tensed as an image of me on my knees before him flashed behind my eyes. Fuck. Why was that so tempting? I never enjoyed oral sex before, but something told me it would be different with Will. Everything about him defied expectations and experience.

“Darlin’, you keep whimpering like that, and I’m going to need to find a way to silence you.” His words were a breath in my ear. I’d been so lost in the sensations teasing my core that I hadn’t even heard him move, let alone felt it. As for the whimpering, what did he expect? The man had me all hot and bothered without even trying.

I bit my lip and fought the urge to groan in frustration. Refusing him was an idea of the past, one I couldn’t believe ever entered my mind in the first place. I couldn’t ignore the way my body responded to him, something he had to have known all along. He weakened my defenses with his subtle advances and charmed his way past my mental guard. If he kept this up, my heart would be next.

The back of his hand skimmed my arm as he pressed an open-mouthed kiss to my neck. Not a full embrace, but enough to set my skin on fire.

“You’re not playing fair, Mershano.” It came out as more of a moan than an accusation.

“Never with you, gorgeous.” He nibbled the sensitive area below my ear and flattened his palm against my stomach. “Now, come here.” The world shifted as he effortlessly pulled me beneath him. My skirt bunched up my legs as he settled between them. I couldn’t see his face well in the dark despite it being an inch from mine, but I sensed him smirking. “Do you need me to help you relax?”

“I don’t think that’s possible around you.” Energy sizzled through my body, and having him on top of me only worsened my hyper state.

“You seemed to unravel quite well in my arms last night.” He nuzzled my neck and placed his lips against my ear. “Though, you’ll have to be a lot quieter here. Those curtains are very thin.”

Exhibitionism wasn’t my thing, but his reminder that we were not alone sent a thrill down my spine. He had a way of erasing the world around us and helping me forget everything and everyone. His ability to overwhelm me so completely both unnerved and excited me. I loved the pleasant cocoon he created, isolating me from all the troubles in life. He made me happy, and that alone was sexy as hell.

I drew my nails up and down his back. Taut muscles met my strokes through the fabric of his dress shirt, making me want to rip the clothes off his back. Last night he taunted me and watched me come. I wanted to return the favor—explore his reactions, learn his body the way he learned mine, and feel him in the process. With a palm on his chest, I nudged him to his side of the bed and rolled with him.

“My turn, Mershano.”

“Oh?” Even in the dark, I knew he had an eyebrow raised. “Well then, by all means, Miss Dawson. Show me what you can do.”

He tucked his arms behind his head on the pillow in a show of giving up control, but we both knew he would take it back in an instant if he felt like it. Which just meant I needed to get him so out of his mind that he couldn’t think.

Challenge accepted.

I ran my tongue along the stubble of his jaw up to his ear. “Anything goes?”

“Sure, darlin’.” So arrogant. He would regret it soon enough.

Yanking my skirt up higher, I straddled one muscular thigh and placed my palms on his hard chest. The shirt needed to go first, but his elbows behind his head made that problematic, as did the general surroundings. I loosened the fabric from his pants until I revealed a sliver of skin. My eyes were slowly adjusting to the dark, enough to see his lips curling in amusement. I looked forward to giving him a different kind of smile.

I pushed his button-down and undershirt upward to expose all those delicious abs and the bottom of his pecs. All those strong lines threatened to distract me from my mission, but I held myself in check and leaned down to kiss the center of his sternum. My tongue followed, tracing a pattern created by his muscles. Mmm. He tasted like sin and man and a sweet treat that was specifically designed for me to enjoy. When I reached his belly button, I looked up to meet his smoldering gaze.

Not laughing now, are you?

A light dusting of hair met my mouth as I discovered his happy trail and followed it lower to his belt. He didn’t stop me as I unfastened the leather or when I popped open the button on his pants. I took both as a sign that I was free to continue my oral explorations wherever I pleased. And, oh, did I want to savor every inch of him.

With a grin against Will’s lower abdomen, I pushed the slacks down to the tops of his thighs and played my fingers over the elastic of his boxer briefs. Heat radiated from his groin, seducing me to move my hands lower until I palmed his cock through the thin cotton.

Holy hotness. I knew from our prelude last night that the man was well proportioned, but having him in my hand took that knowledge to a whole new level. My mouth watered in anticipation and my sex tingled. Never before had the idea of sucking a man off turned me on, but nothing about Will fit my norm. I desired things with him that I shouldn’t, and knowing that only made me crave those things more.

I nuzzled the muscular indent beside his hip and loved how it made his hard length pulse against my palm. Wrapping my fingers around him, I gave him a stroke and watched his abdomen clench in response. There was no hint of a smile on his face now as he watched me beneath his hooded gaze. But those arms were still tucked behind his head in a leisurely position that signified self-restraint. I hooked my thumbs in his shorts and carefully slid them down to join his pants. His hot member jutted upward, and I caught it with my mouth.

“Rachel . . .” My name sounded so perfect on his lips, so adoring, but when his fingers knotted in my hair, I knew he also meant it as a plea. It wasn’t enough. I needed him to shatter, and I wanted to be the one to push him there.

My tongue circled his bulbous head as I grasped his hot member with one hand. His sweet and spicy taste coated my mouth, urging me to take him deeper. So silky and smooth. And, oh, how this impressive part of him deserved to be worshipped. It was long and thick and far too much for me to take in one pull, but I tried and met my fingers halfway down his shaft, then sucked hard on my way back up.

“Fuck,” he breathed, his grip tightening on the back of my head. When he pushed me back down, I smiled inside. This was his way of taking control, but we both knew my mouth had all the power here.

I fondled his heavy sack with my free hand and started learning his reactions. His body subtly told me what he liked and what he loved, and I used that knowledge to drive him to oblivion with my hands, my lips, and my tongue. His breathing grew heavy, and his grip turned nearly painful as he plunged deeper and deeper into my throat. I took every thrust, too exhilarated in his obvious fall into ecstasy to care that he was running the show now.

When his movements turned erratic, I knew he was close, but then his hold loosened almost reluctantly. Oh, he’s giving me a chance to pull away . . . I sucked hard in response, silently reproaching him for even thinking I could want that, and moaned in approval when he retightened his grip. His sharp hiss lit my veins on fire, and when he followed it with a soft groan, my thighs clamped together. This was him coming undone, and I loved every fucking minute of it.

His salty essence hit my throat in strong spurts that rivaled the man himself, and I swallowed it all, surprising myself probably almost as much as him. This was usually the part I disliked, but as with everything else surrounding Will, it had the opposite impact. I loved sharing this experience with him and knowing I had brought him to this point.

My breasts were so painfully sensitive that I flinched when his knee brushed the stiff peak. His hands clamped down on my shoulders and pulled me upward so fast that my head spun and it took me a minute to realize he’d put me under him again. My mouth was suddenly too occupied by his to voice any sort of reaction to the abrupt shift. His tongue tangled roughly with mine, vying for dominance. I succumbed quickly, too turned on to deny him, and jolted when he tweaked my nipple.

He silenced my cry with his lips and grinned. “And now it’s my turn.”

His palm went to my thigh and drifted upward beneath my skirt to the place I wanted him most. He drew his finger along the middle of my thong, from my entrance up to my most sensitive point, and applied pressure slowly but firmly. I clutched his arms for support as shock waves exploded through my body. Not an orgasm, but pretty damn close, and it felt oh-so-good.

“You’re soaked for me,” he whispered against my neck. “I fucking love that.” He slid my underwear aside to touch my flesh and slid his finger through my slick folds. “So hot, too. I can’t wait to be inside of you, Rachel. To thrust so deep that you feel me for days.” His masculine rumble had me quaking with a deep-seated need to see those words come to fruition. He pushed a finger inside of me while his thumb massaged my clit in delirious circles.

“I’m going to take you gently at first, to memorize your moans of pleasure and to introduce you properly to my bed.” He demonstrated with his hand below, lightly prodding, and added a second finger. “Then, once you’re comfortable and ready, I’ll fuck you senseless.” He shoved both digits into me hard to punctuate his point and accepted my moan with his mouth. Sensual vibrations shook my nerves all the way down to my toes as he continued his pleasurable assault below.

He hovered over me on his elbow and slid his fingers into my hair to angle my head for a more intense kiss. His tongue mimed his hand below, softly stroking me inside and mounting my pleasure with each seductive caress.

My body moved, seeking more friction from his thumb, and he replied in kind, pressing down hard and circling in a way that had me seeing stars. I dug my nails into his shoulders as tension curled in my lower belly, tightening and quivering.

Oh . . .

Too much . . .

So close . . .

Can’t take it anymore . . .

The orgasm hit me so soundly, so perfectly, throwing my head back and bowing my back off the bed. His palm covered my mouth, silencing the noises I couldn’t seem to stop as my body spasmed uncontrollably beneath him. It was even more intense than our first time together, and with it came a storm of unexpected emotion. The gravity of it paralyzed me, leaving me breathless beneath him.

I liked him.

Well and truly liked him.

Which was pretty fucking obvious considering I’d just let him put his hand up my skirt, but this went deeper than physical attraction. My draw to him went beneath the surface, to the heart of the man hovering over me. He lifted his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean with a groan of approval, then kissed me so hard that I forgot how to think.

“Mmm, I can’t wait to properly taste you later,” he whispered against my lips. “You’re delicious.”

Those words should have made me laugh, except I felt the same way about him. I could easily become addicted to his beautiful cock, if I wasn’t already.

Will silenced my thoughts with another kiss, drugging me with his affections and luring me out of my head and back into the moment. It was so easy to follow him, to allow him to pull me under his spell and forget everything else.

He took me to a place where liking him was safe.

Where I didn’t have to worry about my past or my career.

Where I could be happy and enjoy my life.

Will’s world was a place where I could just be me.

I closed my eyes sometime later with a smile not only on my lips but in my heart. There was no question. I liked him. And for the first time in a very long time, I wasn’t afraid to embrace it.