She nodded mindlessly. By the time they’d counted to one, her breathing had normalized and the pressure from her chest had lifted.

“You know why you have a fear of flying?” he asked as he settled in the seat beside her. He reached over her lap and grabbed the buckle, belting her in before clicking himself into his own seat.

The whir of the engine started up, but she was too agitated by his question to care. “I don’t have a fear of flying. I have a fear of crashing.”

A slow smirk spread across his face. “No, you have a fear of losing control. When you fly, you’re completely dependent on someone else for your safety. There’s a great amount of trust that comes from handing over your power to another, and you have a hard time doing it.”

“That’s not true. I did it the other night with you.” The words popped out of her mouth before she could stop, and she immediately regretted them.

“Yes, but I had to tie you up, blindfold, and gag you in order to get you to relax.”

As the plane sped down the runway, she crossed her arms over her chest. “Too bad that’s never going to happen again.”

He leaned into her, his eyes daring her to lie to him. “Oh no? And why not?”

“I’ve decided.”

“You’ve decided.” He cupped her chin, tilting her face toward him. “What happened to our agreement?”

She licked her lips. “You can’t hold me to it. It’s not as though it was binding.”

His mouth inched closer, hovering over hers. “Are you saying you’re a woman who goes back on her word?”

“Yes.” Confused, she shook her head. “No.” They were in the air, the ocean below them, and she wasn’t freaking out because all she could concentrate on was the faded scar on his bottom lip. What had he asked? “I can’t think.”

“Exactly,” he murmured as his lips brushed over hers.

In that moment, she decided that thinking was overrated.

She should’ve known by the way he’d used his mouth on her pussy, but wow, the man could kiss. His lips slanted softly over hers, teasing and coaxing her to part her lips so their tongues could dance in a passionate tango. She sighed into his mouth, the tension in her muscles ebbing away like a mirage in the desert. With a rumble from deep in his throat, the kiss changed, Logan apparently no longer satisfied with soft exploration. Instead he devoured her, his palm wrapped around the nape of her neck, holding her captive to his domination of her mouth. Heat suffused her body, a heady rush that left her dizzy and aching.

She didn’t know a kiss could be like this, as if he was making love to her with his mouth. It absolutely terrified her. Because love had nothing to do with what was going on between them. It was simply lust. Only nothing about this situation was simple.

But the intensity of his kiss made her want to dive headfirst into the tempestuous sea and forget that falling in love with a Dom who craved control would only end in her drowning alone. Because no matter how much she liked him, she wasn’t a submissive. She couldn’t give him control over anything outside the bedroom, and although he swore he didn’t require it, she couldn’t take that risk. Maintaining control was equally as important to her.

As long as she didn’t fall in love with him, was there any reason to deny herself a few orgasms? She wasn’t sure if her climaxes were a result of the man himself, his talents, his domination, or, like a perfect storm, a combination of all three, but she wasn’t naïve enough to believe another man could produce the same outcome. Not after more than ten years of lovers who had tried their damn hardest to give her an orgasm and failed. Logan had shown her climaxes were half-physical and half-mental, and only those who could break through the barrier and quiet her thoughts would be the ones who could give her the ultimate pleasure.

Now she would return the favor.

She moaned as he thumbed one of her nipples over her shirt. The captain’s voice came on over a speaker announcing they were at a cruising altitude, but it was dulled by the thudding of her heart. Ripping her mouth away, she unbuckled her seat belt and fell to her knees, situating herself in front of him. She spread his legs, moving between them, and released his seat belt before going to work on the button of his pants.

His hand covered hers. “Rachel, you don’t have to do that.”

She’d heard that line from guys before, but this was the first time she believed it. Logan truly didn’t expect anything in return for the orgasm he’d given her the other night. With him, it wasn’t quid pro quo when it came to pleasuring his lover.

Which made her want to do it for him even more. “I want to. If we’re going to do this again, I don’t want to be the only one getting off. I want to please you.”

And she did. Those words had never been uttered by her to a lover. Pleasing them was nothing more than a means to an end. It wasn’t something she’d wanted to do. With the exception of the boy who’d taken her virginity, sex had never been about affection. It had been a mutual agreement between two parties for business purposes. Her agreement to temporarily become lovers with Logan had started much the same way. But a couple of minutes after he’d started her massage two nights ago, she had realized there was something different about what was happening between them. Without having experienced anything like it in the past, she just didn’t know what it was. Even as her heart pounded and her palms sweated, she was calmer around Logan. Her thoughts slowed and her breathing deepened. It was as if her body was attuned to his. But what she felt for Logan went beyond physical attraction. Until him, no man had ever made her feel safe. There were people out there who wanted them dead, and yet he had a way of making her forget it. With him, she discovered a sense of peace that she hadn’t realized was missing from her life. From his seat, he gazed down at her with indecision in his eyes, his pupils dilating and cock growing under her fingertips. He swallowed hard and nodded. “Pick a safe word.”

“Family,” she said automatically, her eyebrows raised in question. Why would she need a safe word to give a blow job? Besides, it wasn’t as if she could talk with his dick between her lips.

Not for the first time in the past couple of days, he read her expression. “If your mouth is busy and you need to stop, snap your fingers.” At her shuddered breath, he hooked his hands under her armpits and pulled her to her feet before hurtling himself out of his seat. He tugged her to the aisle of the plane, then, with his hands on both her shoulders, pushed her gently to the floor again. “I’m gonna teach you how to please me.”

Rather than offend her, the demand sent shivers down her arms and across her chest, hardening her nipples. Still, as she unbuttoned his pants, she rolled her eyes, not wanting him to see the power he had over her. Right now, she was supposed to be in charge. “I know how to give a blow job.”

He held her chin firmly between his thumb and index finger, tilting her face up. “Don’t want a blow job. Giving me a blow job requires you to think. Puts you in control.”

Her eyes widened. This was about his pleasure, not hers. He was the one who was supposed to lose control. Her lips parted in protest, but he hushed her by plunging his thumb between them.

He smiled darkly at her. “I’m taking that control from you. Now, unzip me and pull out my cock. I’m dying to get inside that hot sassy mouth of yours and fuck your face.”

Tremors raced down her spine to her pussy. She worked over a swallow, the crude vision of Logan using her mouth for his own pleasure playing in her head like a pornographic movie. It was filthy. Repugnant. Wrong.

Wrong had never felt so right.

Chapter Fifteen