Her heart is pounding—THUMP-THUMP-THUMP... What on earth is happening?
He pounced, his voice low, a predatory grin on his face. "Miss," he purred, "would you care to experience... the love between a man and a woman... at thirty thousand feet?"
Her face flushed crimson.
She'd known he was up to no good, insisting they abandon their original plans to switch to this ridiculously luxurious suite. Of course. A man never spent his money for nothing.
He leaned in. The faster her heart pounded, the more vivid and crimson her lips became. He bit down, hard. He'd been thinking about this the entire journey. Finally, he captured them.
It hurt—well, not terribly—but she couldn't call for help.
He kept biting, as if devouring a sweet honeycomb, biting fiercely. But she couldn't resist at all; her body had already gone soft and limp. He'd been planning this for so long; she truly had no way to fight back.
