The jet’s engines rumbled softly beneath us, a low hum vibrating through the plush floor as we taxied down the private runway. I sank back into the wide leather seat, the kind that reclined like a throne, while the flight attendant moved with practiced grace. She checked seatbelts, offered last-minute glasses of champagne, and secured the crystal flutes with polished efficiency.
Everything felt smooth. Effortless. Intimate.
Liam reached over, fingers brushing my waist with maddening ease, and adjusted my seatbelt without asking.
“You were buckled in wrong,” he murmured, his voice low and smooth as silk. “Can’t have you flying out of your seat.”
“I’m pretty sure I had it right,” I replied, though the sound of my voice betrayed me. Unsteady. Light. His closeness did strange things to my
