It’s not until the plane is actually taking off that Kennedy’s shoulders relax. She looks out the window, the lights of the cityscape spread out before us, and lets out a little sigh.

“If you really don’t want to go, I can always have the pilot turn the plane around.”

She turns to me, a tentative smile on her face. “I do want to go. This is by far the nicest plane I’ve ever been on.”

“It’s a far cry from coach, isn’t it?”

She gives me a look and rolls her eyes. “You’ve never flown coach.”

“Not true.” I reach for her hand and curl my fingers through hers. She squeezes mine, like a reflex, and blushes a little. “Once I went on a backpacking trip across Asia with a college buddy who had a thing about not spending other people’s money. We flew whatever class he could afford.”

Kennedy nods. “I’ve actually only been on a plane once. Not counting right now.”

“You really do love to stay home, don’t you?”

“My parents usually drove if we went on vacation. And after—” She stops herself short, frowning, and a strange look drapes across her face. It disappears almost as fast as it appeared, and then she continues. “They took us to Disney World once, and the plane got delayed on the tarmac at Orlando for three hours.” Kennedy is moving her fingers against mine, absently working them together and then apart, and her touch is setting my entire body ablaze. She doesn’t seem to notice until she does, her eyes flicking up to mine, her eyes deep blue pools of desire. ”I think after that they…” Her breasts rise with a deep breath. “They decided it was more convenient to drive.”

“Private planes are more convenient than anything.” I lean in close to her as the pilot announces that we’ve reached cruising altitude. “Would you like a tour?”

She lets out a little breath, tearing her eyes from mine to glance around the interior of the plane. “This isn’t all of it?” We’re in two of the seats, and there’s another seating area with a small table where two more people can sit, another row of seats, and a sofa.

“No.”

I pull her up by the hand, guiding her toward the back of the plane. Outside the door in the center of the cabin, I pause, looking down at her with the most terse expression I can muster. “Are you ready?”

She nods, looking back at me with a playful seriousness that nearly sends me over the edge.

I push open the door and lead her inside.

Kennedy’s mouth drops open.

The back section of the plane is a bedroom that’s all clean white lines, clean white sheets, and neat compartments for clothes to be stored. Her eyes go immediately to the bed, which is made up so tightly that it’s practically begging to be destroyed.

When she speaks again, her voice is low and sexy. “This is a gorgeous bedroom.”

“Nothing is more gorgeous than you are, Kennedy.”

And then, because we’re flying through the night to a tropical destination that I’m going to convince her that she loves, because her body in that dress has been tempting me all night, because her nipples are hard under the fabric of that dress, because I’d bet a thousand dollars that Kennedy Carlisle hasn’t been truly kissed in months, maybe years, I put my hands around the sides of her jawline and claim her mouth with mine.

It’s like fireworks, a tidal wave, and stepping onto the surface of the sun, all at once.

Kennedy gives way underneath me, her sweet lips parting to let my tongue explore her mouth, and she throws her hands around my neck like she’s getting sucked away by the undertow and I’m her only hope of survival. The icing on the cake is the little moan that escapes, right into my mouth.

I reach behind her and push the door closed, then back her up so that her spine is pressed against the surface of the door. She pulls back, gasping, and then leans forward so that she can drag her lips down the side of my neck, leaving a searing trail of desire wherever she touches me.

I run my hands down her sides, right to the hem of her dress, and as our lips crash together again, I tug it upward, yanking it toward her waist, and knock her legs apart with my hands. She’s wearing a scrap of lace that could generously be called panties, and as her tongue meets mine, I tug them down, giving me all the clearance I need to slip my fingers between her legs, stroking her slit.

She’s soaking wet, and though there’s an instant of hesitation, and an instant when she tenses up, in the next moment she’s spreading wider for me, her slickness offering a delicious tease against my fingers.

I wrap my other arm around her waist, pulling her away from the door, and then I back up until I’m sitting on the edge of the bed. Kennedy is breathing hard, her blue eyes wide and electric with want, lust, and need. I hook one finger into her panties and they fall the rest of the way to the floor. It only takes the slightest tug for her to straddle my hips, her dress still hiked up to her waist, and again she holds tightly to my shoulders.

I draw her closer to me and kiss her jawline, then her neck, bracing against her with one hand while my other dives back between her legs.

“You’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever touched,” I murmur into her ear, and she moans. I slide one finger into her opening, and she arches her back, pressing her pussy against my hand. “I want to teach you how to relax, how to give in, how to submit…”

It’s not something I demand of the women I sleep with, but the pleasure can be so intense that even a woman like Kennedy would come to crave it. Especially a woman like Kennedy.

“Please,” she whispers as I slide another finger inside her hot, wet passage. She’s tight, and her muscles clench around me in a rhythm that makes me want her wrapped around my cock instead. “Please...”

Three fingers, and she’s bucking against me, her face pink, lips parted, and I put my thumb against her clit. She’s so ready that it takes five small circles against her swollen button before she tenses, bending back against my hand, and comes hard with another wave of wetness, gasping, moaning, a picture of perfection...

...and for the moment, she’s all mine, with all of her defenses stripped away.

I’ll do anything for more of these moments.

Anything.