“Emily.”
His voice was low. Gentle. Too gentle for someone who had ruined me just hours ago.
I stirred beneath the soft weight of the blanket, blinking up into Liam’s face. His expression was calm, but there was something behind his eyes, a flicker of last night’s hunger, now buried beneath polished restraint.
“We’re about to land,” he said. “You should get back to your seat.”
Right. The jet. The others. Reality.
I sat up slowly, my body still humming from everything we’d done in this private room that had no business being so comfortable at thirty thousand feet. My dress had twisted around my thighs, my mouth was dry, and my heart had the audacity to skip at the sight of him. He was fully dressed, perfectly composed, like he hadn’t kissed me breathless and undone me with his mouth so
