Incognito

She buried her face in the curve of his neck, biting softly as they continued to move against each other. And then, to his surprise, she cried out, her body quivering in his arms, the sound of her orgasm muffled against his skin.

Aidan was stunned. And so, it seemed, was Lily. He stared down into her face and her eyes were wide with wonder. He kissed her gently and she melted against him, her breath still coming in soft gasps.

“How long do you think we can stay in here before someone knocks on the door?” he whispered.

“I don’t think we should go just yet,” she said. “We’re not…done, are we?”

He glanced at his watch. “We still have two more hours until we land. There’s a lot we can do with two hours.”

“Like what?” Lily teased.

“Anything you want. I’m at your command.”

A tiny smile twitched at her lips. “Oh, a slave boy. That’s one of my fantasies right there. Kiss me, slave boy.”

Aidan growled, then softly bit her lower lip. “I prefer slave assistant.”

She laughed, then pressed her mouth to his in a delicious kiss. But her delight was short-lived. A sudden jolt put him off balance and Aidan reached out to steady himself, bracing his arm against the door.

When he looked back at Lily, her eyes were wide with terror. “What was that?”

“I think the earth just moved,” he joked. But his joke didn’t make her smile. “It’s all right. Just a little turbulence.”

The plane dropped again, only this time, the jolt was enough to throw him forward. He banged his head on a sharp corner above the sink and a curse slipped from his lips. “Shit. That hurt.”

“Are you all right?” Lily asked.

Aidan looked over her shoulder into the mirror. “I think I’m bleeding.”

Lily grabbed his chin and examined the scrape on his forehead. Then she leaned over and pulled a paper towel from the dispenser. But when she tried to twist around to turn on the sink, she couldn’t move. “Here,” she said. “You sit and I’ll stand.”

He did as he was told, but a third bump sent her sprawling into his arms. “This may be every man’s fantasy, but the logistics of it are really tricky,” he said, his erection pressed against the soft flesh of her belly.

“Ladies and gentleman, this is the captain speaking. We’ve run into a patch of rough weather here and we’re going to ask that you stay in your seats with your seat belts fastened. We’re going to try a different altitude and see if we can get you a smoother ride.”

“Rough weather? What does that mean?” Lily asked.

“It means we’d better get dressed and get back to our seats before they come looking for us,” he muttered. He should have been disappointed it was going to end so quickly. But Aidan was willing to wait.

As soon as this damn plane touched down, he’d find a quiet, private place where he could enjoy Lily’s body for as long as he wanted. Until then, he’d have to convince her that this flight was only the beginning and not the end.

LILY FUMBLED with her seat belt, the clip refusing to fasten properly. Her heart pounded in her chest and she couldn’t seem to catch her breath. The bumps were so bad that she was bouncing in her seat. For a moment, she thought she might pass out, but then Aidan sat down beside her.

They’d managed to get their clothes back on, though it was a struggle with the turbulence and the close quarters. Lily had sneaked out of the bathroom first and he’d followed her a minute later.

Seeing her dilemma, he quickly fastened her seat belt then took care of his own. “Don’t worry,” he said, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. “We’ll be fine.”

“The plane feels like it’s falling,” Lily said. She peered out the window. “It’s raining. And there’s lightning. What if we get hit by lightning? I heard about a plane that got hit by lightning.”

“What happened?”

“I don’t remember. Maybe I’ve blocked it out. It must have been bad.” Her stomach churned and she felt as if she might throw up. Lily searched through the pocket of the seat in front of her for the airsick bag. When she found it, she clutched it to her chest. “I should have taken the train.”

“But then you wouldn’t have met me.”

“I hate this, I hate this, I hate this,” she said. “Last year, I was flying to Paris and we lost an engine.”

“A plane can fly with just one engine.”

“You don’t understand. It fell off the plane, into the ocean.” Lily stopped short. She’d been so careful not to reveal too much. But the fear of dying made her babble.

She tried to calm herself, to think of other things—like what had just happened in the bathroom. Her skin prickled with goose bumps as she recalled the feel of him, hot and hard against her body, the thoughts making her even more light-headed.

And then her reaction. She’d experienced release with men before, but never with so little prompting. If it hadn’t been for the turbulence, they might have continued with the seduction and she would have enjoyed those pleasures again.

“You were on that flight? I heard about that. Man, that must have been scary.” Aidan pressed a kiss to her temple. “What are the odds of that happening again? Microscopically small, I’d say. In fact, you should be happy that happened. Now it’s over with. There’s no way it can happen to you again.”

She glanced over at him. He really was a nice guy. It would have been much simpler to seduce a man who wasn’t so sweet, some guy with a macho attitude and an overinflated opinion of himself. At least he’d be easier to leave behind. But Aidan—he’d be hard to forget.

“Maybe that book of yours would help,” he suggested. “Would you like me to read to you?”

“Sure,” she murmured. She pointed to her bag tucked beneath his seat. The sound of his voice had already calmed her down. And if she could focus on that, then she wouldn’t be nearly as scared.

“You must think I’m such a baby,” Lily said.

“We all have our fears.”

“What are you afraid of?”

He grinned. “I’m not going to tell you. I’ve worked too hard to make you think I was a stud.”

“Tell me,” Lily insisted.

“Snakes,” he admitted. “And bats. And I’m not real fond of spiders or centipedes, either. In fact, anything that can kill you with its bite is something I try to avoid.”

“A brown bat can catch and eat over six hundred mosquitoes in an hour,” she said. The moment the words left her mouth, she knew she’d made a mistake. “I—I did a report on bats when I was a kid. Funny how you remember things like that when you’re about to die.” Lily groaned inwardly. Maybe she ought to just give up. Playing the part of a seductress wasn’t that easy. Still, some men found intelligence a turn-on, didn’t they?

Aidan reached down and opened her bag, then pulled out her stack of flying books. “Conquer Your Fear of Flying,” he read.

“That one didn’t work,” Lily said.

“Here’s the one with the big title.”

“Pteromerhanophobia,” Lily said. “That’s the fear of flying.”

“And what’s the fear of really big words?” he muttered.

“Logophobia,” Lily said. “Actually, that’s just the fear of words in general. Not necessarily big words. Arithmophobia is the fear of numbers. Graphophobia is the fear of writing.” He stared at her for a long moment. Too much knowledge was never a good thing. “Sometimes these facts just fly out of my mouth,” she said with a laugh. “I don’t know why I remember them, but I do.”