“My wife and I would like two more bottles of tequila.” He picks up my empty tequila bottle and hands it to the flight attendant without so much as glancing at her.
I cover my mouth to stop myself from smiling as the woman ducks her head and scurries away. “That was mean.”
“What was mean?”
“She clearly thought you were attractive.”
“So? That doesn’t mean she’s entitled to my attention.”
“Is anyone?”
“You are.”
That shuts me up.
“I think I won that round.” He nods his head toward the stash of liquor bottles. “Pick your poison.”
I scowl as I snatch up the whiskey and take a drink, though I instantly regret it. “I don’t know why I did that. I hate whiskey.”
Ronan throws his head back and laughs, and I’m momentarily stunned by the sight of him. By the way his eyes crease at the corners and the slight dimple that appears in his cheek.
“I’m going to guess your favorite movie isBeauty and the Beast,” he teases, but I’m still too distracted by how gorgeous he looks when he laughs to catch onto the joke. “Ciara?”
“Uh, my favorite movie isThe Devil Wears Prada.”
“I guess I have to take a drink.”
Ronan watches me closely as he takes the bottle from my hands, his fingertips brushing against mine, and I forget to breathe as I stare at the powerful column of his neck, overwhelmed by the need to run my tongue along it?—
“Here you are, Mr. Sullivan.”
I hadn’t even noticed the flight attendant return, but I’m grateful for the interruption as it seems from the look in Ronan’s eyes that he was having similar thoughts to me.
This is going to be a very, very long flight.
After I lose two more rounds and finish another bottle of tequila, I curl my legs up beneath me and turn to glare at Ronan. “Like I said, this game is rigged.”
“I just know you better.,” he says matter-of-factly.
“But that’s not fair.”
“Why not?”
“Because you give nothing away!” I throw my hands up.
“Fine, I’ll give you an easy one. What’s my favorite sex position?”
“Ronan!” My cheeks burn as I glance over my shoulder to see if anyone’s listening.
“What? It’s part of the game.”
I glare at him, but laughter dances in his dark eyes as he looks at me.
“You like it from behind,” I say quietly.
“Do I now?”
My blood heats as I remember what it’s like to feel his strong body pressed against my back as he thrusts his cock so deep inside me that I see stars.
