The rough rattling continued and I heard the shuddering of the small cabinets next to me, heard the series of loud pings that meant we were supposed to be in our seats with our seatbelts buckled.

I won’t feel anything if we crash...I won’t feel a thing...

I took several short breaths and lowered Jonathan’s head to mine. “I love you...”

I wasn’t sure how long I clung to him, but after I silently said all my goodbyes to everyone else I loved, I noticed that the shaking had stopped and Jonathan’s arms were tightly locked around me.

There was another light ping, but just to be sure, I counted to sixty before opening my eyes. When my gaze met Jonathan’s I realized that he was smiling at me with his eyebrow raised.

“I’m glad you think that was funny.” I rolled my eyes and pushed him away, reaching for the door. “I’m bursting with laughter myself.”

“Stop.” He blocked me and hit a few digits on a keypad, effectively locking us inside. Then he lowered his mouth to mine. “I wasn’t laughing at you, Claire. I was just staring at you because you look really fucking beautiful today...”

He hesitated, looking as if he wanted to say something more, but he crushed his lips onto mine and pinned me against the door.

I moaned as he took his time kissing me, running his fingers through every inch of my hair. I didn’t even close my eyes to savor the feeling.

I couldn’t.

He was commanding me to keep them open, giving me a look that said he was about to fuck me senseless.

Without breaking our kiss, he slid the straps of my dress down my shoulders and pushed it down, letting it fall to the floor.

I slipped my hands to his pants, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his fly—feeling how hard his dick was already. I was starting to unbutton his jacket, but he grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head.

He trailed his tongue across my collarbone and in between my breasts, using his teeth to unfasten the latch at the front. When he finally got it open, he swirled the tip of his tongue around both of my nipples, biting down on each one until I murmured his name.

Tilting my head back, he pressed kisses up and down my throat and slowly released my hands. He slipped his thumb underneath the band of my panties and slowly ripped them off.

I gasped as he hooked one of my legs around his waist, as he slowly pushed his dick inside of me and commanded that I wrap my other leg around him.

“Jonath—”

“Shhh...” He placed my arms around his neck and pressed a light kiss against my forehead.

I bit my lip as he cupped my ass and started to slowly move me up and down. He pressed my back against the wall and slid his hands underneath my thighs, gripping me roughly as he began to pound into me.

There was no talking between us—just the sound of heavy breathing and our skin slapping against each other.

The plane shook again and I tightened my arms around his neck as he sped up our rhythm. I tried not to cry out, but I couldn’t help it.

“Jonathan...”

He drew both of my lips into his mouth and held them captive with his teeth, continuing to drive himself in and out of me.

I was murmuring into his mouth, begging him to release my lips, but he bit down on them even harder.

I squeezed my thighs around him as tremors started to make their way through my body, as I felt myself getting closer and closer to an orgasm.

Fuck...

He stared into my eyes—silently saying ‘I love you,’ and we exploded together—clinging to each other as our bodies shook violently, as the plane made a noticeable turn in the skies.

He let my lips go and panted. “I love you so fucking much, Claire...so fucking much...” He kissed my face over and over again and I breathlessly told him that I loved him too.

He looked into my eyes for a long time, caressing my cheek with his palm. As soon as my breathing was normal again, he took a step back—with our bodies still entwined, and sat down on the small window bench.

I tried to move out of his lap, but he held me still and kissed my lips.

“I’ll never get enough of you.” He caressed my back with his hands. “You have no idea how much you mean to me...”

“I do...I feel the same way about—” My sentence was interrupted with a hot and passionate kiss. When he finally pulled away from me, I tried to finish what I was going to say but he kissed me until I completely forgot.

I wasn’t sure how much time passed with us sitting like that, but the next thing I felt was him slowly moving himself out of me and repositioning me in his lap.

“I feel like we’ve done everything...” I murmured.

“Everything?”

“In regards to sex...”

“No, not everything.” He cupped my ass and squeezed it, trailing one finger between my cheeks. “But I figured we should save something for the honeymoon.”

My eyes widened in shock.

“I can also think of several other places where I’d love to fuck you.”

“You should make a list.”

“I will.” He gently eased me out of his lap.

“Are you going to tell me where we’re going now?”

“To the only notary I trust.” He stood and picked my dress up from the floor. “He wasn’t able to charter a jet on short notice so we’re going to him in L.A.”

“Why do we need to see a notary?”

“Because you didn’t sign the papers I sent to your office.”

I sighed.

He’d sent me a sealed box of property deeds, yacht ownership records, and several investment portfolios at the beginning of the week. He’d had them delivered via two of his security guards with a handwritten note: “I want to share everything I own with you, before we’re married—Jonathan.”

“Why are you in such a rush?” I asked.

“Why are you not?”

“Because I’m being practical. Don’t you think it makes more sense to wait until I actually have your last name before I co-own everything you’ve worked so hard to get?”

“Not unless you plan on backing out of marrying me.” His voice was firm. “Since you decided not to sign the papers when I told you to—when my bank was willing to look the other way, we both need a separate set of witnesses and a notary for each set of contracts.”

Oh... “I’m sorry...I didn’t know that was why you did that.”

“And the second we’re done signing all these fucking contracts, we’re going to make a stop at a hotel.”

“We’re spending the night in L.A?”

“Yes. With our wedding planner.”

“What? I thought we were meeting with her next week. I still need to look through a few magazines and catalogues to make sure I have everything I want.”

“We’re doing it now, Claire. Right. Now. I feel like you’re delaying this, and if that’s the case I need to know why.” He looked as if he was waiting for me to say something, but I shook my head. “If it’s not the case, I need to know that you’re as serious as I am about getting married.” He pulled me close to his chest. “You can still meet with her next week to fine tune all the small details, but I want the date and the venue set tonight.”

“I am very serious about marrying you, Jonathan...”

“Prove it.”

“Okay, let me get this straight...” Our wedding planner paced our hotel suite tapping her lip.

Her name was Paris Corwin and she was the top wedding planner in the country. She’d worked with hundreds of celebrities, superstar athletes, and had even been an advisor for the royal wedding overseas.

Impeccably dressed in a dark gray suit and creamy colored blouse, she was wearing her brown hair in an asymmetrical bob that loosely framed her heart shaped face.

“You want the ceremony to be outdoors facing the ocean, but you don’t want it to be within miles of anywhere that’s accessible to the public?” She looked at me. “And you also don’t want it to be on a beach?”