“Casey,” he said, turning to look her in the eyes.

“Yes?”

“About last night . . .”

Her eyes widened in fear. “You didn’t like it?”

His heartbeat quickened. That was the last thing he needed her to think. “Don’t even go there,” he said, scooting closer to her on the smooth leather seats in the plane. The big jet hummed quietly as it soared through blue skies. The attendant had retreated to the front of the cabin, giving them privacy.

She brought her hand to her chest and breathed out hard. “Good. Because I thought . . .”

“You thought what? That I was going to say you were too forward? Too direct?”

Red inched across her cheeks. She nodded.

“But you weren’t either of those,” he said, his lips curving up as he raised his hand, brushing a finger down her cheek. “You did great.”

“I did?”

He nodded. “Yes. What did you think? Did you enjoy yourself?”

“Yes. So much.”

“How did it feel to let go?”

“Honestly?” she asked, narrowing her eyes.

Uh-oh. Now it was his turn to worry. Maybe he should have finished things off last night because what if she didn’t enjoy the kind of sex she wanted to try? What if last night had been his only chance to be with her and he’d blown it by waiting? Fucking idiot. What kind of guy denies a woman who’s hot for a no-strings one-night stand? This one.

“Yes. Honestly,” he said, steeling himself.

She brought her face closer, their foreheads nearly touching. His chest tightened, and his nostrils flared as he inhaled her scent. Her sweet lips were so close to his ear, as she whispered, “Nate Harper, you gave me the best orgasm of my life last night. It was better than any of my toys, and that’s saying something, because those bad boys are top-notch.”

A bolt of lust tore through his chest, like lightning heating up the sky. Desire and pride surged in him, and he was ready to go again. Now. Tonight. Anytime. He wasn’t going to miss his chance.

But when she inched away from him, that sexy lustful look was gone and had been replaced by a studious, business-like one. “What about you? I mean, I know you didn’t come and all. But was it good for you?”

“It was spectacular, Casey.”

A smile lit up her face, and the moment turned oddly surreal again. “I think we should do it again. I did a little research this morning on things we can try.” She was the eager student, ready for more teaching.

He arched an eyebrow. “You did?”

“Yes. I thought it would be smart to prep if we’re going to do this. To do it properly,” she said and grabbed her mini iPad from her purse, snapped open the cover and tapped on the notepad icon. “Christian and Ana ran through a checklist in advance. It helped them,” she said, and when he scrunched up his brow, drawing a blank at the names, she added, “Christian Grey.”