He cleared his throat and channeled his inner emotive dude. “Jokes aside. I know you wrote it all in your notebook—you’ve never been one to keep your mouth shut when you want something—but reading those words, knowing… this assertive thing…” Nothing he said sounded like how he felt.

But she blinked, eyes acknowledging. “I wanted something new and told you.”

“Yes.” Exactly. “Things have always been hot. I’m not complaining. Never complained. Swear.” He crossed his heart.

She laughed. “I should’ve given you my honey-do-me-this-way list years ago.” Her fingers smoothed the collar of his shirt where she’d pulled earlier. “Tell me something you want. Or like. Something that’d surprise me.”

Like what? Think. “I like you direct. Explicit.” There. That wasn’t hard. Not specific, but it was fun, and he liked it. A lot.

“I want you to pick me up in a bar. One-night stand.”

Remembering the notebook, he nodded. “Bucket list, action item number seven. Got that one penciled in.” He squeezed around her waist, loving the change in her demeanor. “See, I’m good with specific, strategic plans.”

“Seduce me. Screw me. Gimme a different name.” Her voice transitioned into something sexier. A low vibration. A caressing sound. “Pretend you’re meeting me all over again.”

“Keep talking, angel. I’m listening.”

She shook her head, tapped a finger against his pec. “Nuh-uh. Your turn.”

Right. His turn. She’d had way more time to think about this, and her ideas were way more creative than anything he could come up with. “Thinking.”

“Spit it out. First word that pops in mind. Now.”

“Rope.” Rope? Where had that come from? But visions of tactical rope, rappelling line, strong and sturdy, colored his sudden naked fantasy of her in bed.

“You’re going to tie me up? Done. Better find a hardware store on the lovely island of Saint Lucia. Next?”

All right. This was fun. “Not my turn. You.”

“You’ve seen my list.”

“But I haven’t heard it. That seductive thing going on with your voice is going to get you a round two in this back seat. Whether the driver’s here or not.”

She bit her lip, traced it with her tongue. “Sex tape. So next time you’re on the road, I won’t be by myself.”

He’d read sex tape. But to hear her say it. Holy hell. Reality struck, and his cock jumped to attention.

Too bad he wasn’t going out on a job anytime soon. Titan was done with him. Deservedly so. And he didn’t want to join another team, though he craved the adrenaline fix and didn’t know how to do much except for fly jets and handle C-4.

But a sex tape. He’d volunteer for sex tape duty, no questions asked. He’d volunteer this second. Her weight shifted, and he could’ve crawled out of his skin for wanting her so bad.

“Did I lose you?” Sarah’s freckled nose wrinkled.

“No. Just thinking.”

“Give me another one, Brock.”

Ropes. Sex tapes. And… “Hot fudge and vanilla ice cream.”