He dropped the gun to the floor with a metallic thud and slammed his palm against the wall beside my head, caging me in completely.
“For the record,” he rumbled, “I am two seconds from handcuffing you to a chair for the rest of this flight.”
“Try me,” I whispered.
His breath stuttered.
He dragged a hand through his hair in frustration, practically vibrating out of his skin.
“You know,” he said quietly, “there are consequences for stowing away on a private jet.”
“Oh?” I asked, lifting my chin. “Going to lecture me to death?”
His breath brushed my cheek. “I’m thinking about putting you over my knee and teaching you what happens when you make reckless choices.”
I swallowed, heat coiling low in my stomach. “Is that a threat?”
“It’s a promise.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
His mouth curved slightly. “You want to test that, princess?”
“You won’t lay a hand on me,” I whispered. “You’d be too distracted staring at my ass.”
He laughed once, breathless and dark, like I’d punched him in the chest with my words. “You’re impossible.”
“You like me like that.”
He planted both hands on the wall on either side of my head this time, leaning in until his chest brushed mine, heat searing through my shirt. “No. I love that.”
I inhaled a little bit too quickly. He heard it. His eyes flicked down to my lips.
“You know what the real problem is?” he asked.
“No,” I said, even though I did.
“You act like you’ve figured me out.”
“Haven’t I?” I murmured. “I already know all your weaknesses.”
“Oh, really? Name one.”
“You want me,” I quipped.
He stiffened, then exhaled slowly, like he was physically restraining himself from slamming me into that wall again.
“You shouldn’t say things like that,” he warned. “Not when we’re alone on a jet, thousands of feet in the air, with no one to stop me from?—”
I raised my brows. “From what?”
He glared. “You know exactly what.”
“And yet,” I said, “you still haven’t done anything.”
He leaned in until his forehead almost touched mine. “Not because I don’t want to.”
“Then why not?”
