What?

“Why not?” He frowns.

Yeah, Taylor, why not?

“Because I don’t want a pity fuck.”

He shifts in his seat, facing me. “One, not fucking you would be the pity. And, two, I never said I was going to fuck you. I said I was going to give you oral sex.”

“Well, I don’t want pity oral sex then.”

“Believe me, there’ll be nothing pitiful about it. Just mind-blowing fucking pleasure.”

A hot rush of heat hits me straight between my legs. I squeeze my thighs together.

He notices and grins.

I put my hands on my lap, covering my lady parts. “I’m not going to your place with you,” I tell him. “I don’t know you. You’re a stranger. You might be a serial killer.”

“I might be. But isn’t fucking a stranger on your list?”

He’s got me there. “It is, but you’re not exactly selling me with the serial-killer shit.”

“I’m not a serial killer, I promise.”

“Said the serial killer before he slit my throat open.”

He throws his head back, laughing loudly.

A smile pushes onto my lips. His laugh is incredibly contagious.

Why am I so bothered if he is a serial killer? So I die a little early. At least I’d get to experience cunnilingus before I do.

I’m kidding. Sort of.

“Where do you live?” I ask him.

He stops laughing and cocks a brow. “Chelsea. It’s in London.”

Chelsea…nice area.

I ponder his offer for a moment. Can I really do this?

Well, you don’t exactly have much time left to live, and it’s not like you have a line of men offering to do this.

“Okay,” I say.

“Okay?” he repeats. He sounds a little surprised, which is odd, considering this guy’s high level of confidence.

“I’ll go back to your place with you, so we can…well, you can”—I gesture a hand to his face and then my crotch—“do that.”

Seriously, what is wrong with me?

A hot smile spreads across his gorgeous mouth. “Glad to hear it.”

He hands me back my list.

Taking it, I fold it up and put it along with my pen back in my bag.

Oh my God. I can’t believe I just agreed to go and have sex with him—well, not sex. Oral sex.

Oh, who am I kidding? I’ll totally end up having sex with him.

If he’s putting out, I’ll be taking.

When you have as little time as I do, pondering on the rights and wrongs of sexual etiquette clearly go out the window.

I’m not exactly sure of what to do now. I’m just all kinds of excited and nervous about what’s going to happen when we land.

God, six hours of sitting next to him, knowing what he’s going to do to me soon…I don’t know how I’m going to talk to him or look at his mouth without imagining where it will be in those six hours.

On me—that’s where his sexy-as-sin mouth will be.

I have to hold in a squeal of excitement.

Picking up the Hunter Airways brochure, which is still in my lap, I cross my legs and open it up just for the sake of having something to do.

And the first thing I see is Liam.

Literally.

There’s a photo of him in the magazine.

“Hey, there’s a photo of you…” The words die on my tongue when I actually take in the foreword.

Holy shit.

“You’re Liam Hunter?” My own voice is like a dull thud in my head. “As in, the owner of Hunter Airways? And a bazillion other companies.”

I’m staring at him. He’s staring at me.

Then, his lips lift at the corner. “Well, I don’t own a bazillion companies. But, yeah, I am Liam Hunter.”

“Oh God,” I groan, covering my face with my hands. “I kiss-attacked the guy who owns this plane.”

I hear Liam’s deep chuckle, and then he tugs my hands from my face, forcing me to look at his face.

“It’s not a big deal.”

“It’s so a big deal. I kiss-attacked Liam Hunter,” I repeat, groaning again.

“You really need to stop groaning like that because you’re turning me the fuck on.”

He shifts in his seat, and I follow his stare down to his crotch.

Oh.

Oh, wow.

He totally has a hard-on.

I’ve given Liam Hunter a hard-on.

“Yes, you have.”

My eyes flick to his. “Did I…did I say that out loud?”

“You did.”

“Oh fuck,” I groan.

“For fuck’s sake, groan like that again, and I’ll be going down on you right here and now. I don’t give a shit who sees,” he says in a hushed tone.

My eyes bug out of my head. “You can’t do that!” I whisper back, shocked.

He levels me with a look. “I own the plane. I can do whatever the fuck I want.”

Okay then.

“And just so you know, you kissing me was the sexiest thing that’s ever happened to me.”

I’m still wobbly over his prior comment, but I manage to slide him a look. “I guess you don’t get out much then.”

“Oh, I get out plenty.” He gives me a look that tells me that Liam Hunter gets out and about regularly.

Then, something occurs to me.

“Hey, why are you sitting in economy? You own the plane. You should be sitting in first-class. Or on a throne or something. Anyway, don’t you have your own plane to fly you all over the world?”

“I do have my own plane, but it’s in London. And if I’d sat in first-class, then I wouldn’t have sat next to you, and I wouldn’t have gotten that awesome kiss. And you and I wouldn’t be heading back to my place the moment we land, so I can make you come.”