She laughed. “You are a two-track man.”

He laughed too. “I told you so.”

“But aren’t you the one who taught me about holding back?”

“Yes. Ignore all I’ve ever said on that.”

“Just think about how amazing it will be when we finally make it to the hotel,” she said in a sexy purr.

A low rumble worked its way up his chest as he pictured her naked, spread out on white sheets for him. “I want to walk into a hotel room and find you with your hand between your legs.”

“That might happen. But there’s something else I want to do while we’re in Paris,” she said, taking time with each word then pulling back to meet his eyes. Her teeth were pressed into her lower lip, the only sign she was nervous.

His eyes widened with anticipation. “What is it?” he asked, heat roaring through his body with ideas, images of what his sexy, naughty woman might want.

“This is going to be kind of dirty,” she said, her mouth falling open in an O, her eyes wild. Blood pounded in his head. He hoped she was going to say the very thing he wanted, the thing he’d been planning to ask her for in bed. Tension rolled through his bones.

“I like dirty,” he growled.

She moved closer. They were face-to-face, inches apart in their cushy, leather first-class seats with more than three hundred other passengers, not to mention pilots and flight attendants on this jet with them. But she was all he saw.

She reached for his collar, played with the edge of the fabric in her fingers, her eyes still on him. “You know how I like it when you play with my ass?”

Lust thundered in him. He was engulfed by hot, raw desire for her. “Yes.”

“I want more.”

He swallowed thickly. He wasn’t sure he could speak right now. He knew he couldn’t move. He was so fucking hard it hurt. “Oh God,” he groaned.

“I never have before, and I want to. With you. Do you want to?” she asked, her pretty voice so straightforward. He’d never been asked before. He’d never encountered anyone so blunt with her wishes.

He threaded his hand through her hair, gripping the back of her head as the strands fell like silk waterfalls across his fingers. “I dream about your perfect little ass. I fantasize about how it would feel. You have no fucking idea how much I want that.”

She shivered against him, a sexy little movement that revealed how utterly in synch they were in the bedroom. She was his perfect fantasy. She was his perfect reality. She was everything he’d ever wanted, even if she’d never asked for this. But she had asked for it, and he was going to do everything he could to make it perfect for her.

“We have to wait ‘til after my keynote though,” she said, her voice a soft warning.

He laughed lightly. “Yes. Of course. I do want you to be able to walk.”