She stumbled to her feet. “What are you doing in here? What if I was peeing?”
“You weren’t,” he replied with a shrug. “What you were doing was taking too long, and I figured you were scheming to find a way to ditch me when we land.”
“I wasn’t scheming. I was musing.”
“About me?”
“No.” The lie filled the lavatory, but before Ben could call her on it, she curled her fingers over her hips and donned her best I-mean-business expression. “We need to get a few things straight.”
“Oh, do we?”
He stepped closer, and suddenly the bathroom wasn’t as roomy as she’d thought. It was tiny. Oppressive. So tiny and oppressive that Ben’s big sexy body was about two inches away from hers, that his stubble-covered chin hovered over her forehead and his warm breath heated the top of her head. Oh, and that the growing tent in his pants would soon poke against her belly.
It was too tempting, being in an enclosed space with this man.
Being anywhere near him, for that matter.
“We need to set boundaries,” she managed to say despite her Sahara-dry throat.
He licked his bottom lip. “I don’t like boundaries, Red.”
“I’m sure you don’t, but we still need some. I need to know you’ll keep your end of the bargain.”
“I don’t remember any bargains being made.”
His voice grew rough as he eliminated another inch between them. Now his erection pressed against her navel, empirically proving that belly buttons could indeed get turned on.
“I promised you a place to stay. For eight days,” she added firmly. “I want you to promise that when the time is up, you’ll…”
“I’ll what? I’ll leave?”
“Y-yes.”
He snaked one hand up her back, cradled her head and tilted it so they were eye-to-eye. With his other hand, he wedged her flush against the wall, and then shoved one denim-clad leg between her thighs.
There was something seriously kinky about the way he’d so efficiently trapped her in place. He could have his way with her right this second, screw her standing up in the bathroom of a rapper’s private jet, and there was nothing she’d be able to do except hang on for the ride.
The naughty scenario caused a drop of moisture to pool inside her panties, and she knew Ben could feel the heat emanating from her core.
“You’re ruining the mood,” he murmured, tightening his grip on her waist.
“How am I doing that?”
“You’re talking about us parting ways.”
“Just promise me we’ll say goodbye when the eight days are up.” She forced out the words, if only to appease her own peace of mind.
“I’ll promise later.” He wiggled his leg and the friction it made over her fleece pants drove her mad.
“Ben, please, just promise. I told you, I don’t want any complications in my life. You’re the boy toy, remember?” God, it was getting harder to formulate words when he kept rubbing his thigh against her like that.
“Fine.” He slanted his head and offered a placating smile. “I promise not to complicate your life.”
It wasn’t the guarantee she’d asked for, but with her clit swollen from his hard muscular thigh rubbing against it and her nipples so hard they actually hurt, suddenly the last thing she wanted to do was talk.
“Ever done it on an airplane?” His voice was husky, silky as a caress, and thick with sexual promise.
“Can’t say I have.”
She gasped as he tugged at the waistband of her pants and slid them down, along with her underwear. Fleece and cotton pooled around her ankles, leaving her exposed from the waist down.
“Well, now you can.”
She waited for him to unzip his jeans and thrust that rock-hard erection inside her, but he didn’t. Instead, he stretched one arm in the direction of the pristine white sink and fumbled with the drawer beneath it. A second later he held up a handful of brightly colored condom packets.
“Choose your poison,” he teased.
She cupped him over the denim and gave his hard ridge a squeeze. “I choose this one.”
He choked out a laugh and shot her a look so full of hunger and lust she almost came on the spot. Those metallic blue eyes swept from her flushed face to her slick folds, devouring her body in a way that made her knees thump together.
Oh sweet lord. She’d already experienced so much with this man. His hands. His mouth. His tongue.
And it still wasn’t enough.
With an impatient growl, she snatched one of the condoms from his hand, tore open the package and reached for his zipper. He laughed again, but she didn’t care. She couldn’t take it anymore. She simply couldn’t.
She freed him from his jeans and rolled the latex down his smooth, throbbing cock.
“I need you inside,” she ordered. “Now.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
He planted one hand on her ass and angled her body for better access, then closed his mouth over hers. Before she could blink, he slid into her pussy with a thrust so hard she wasn’t surprised when the plane actually shook.