Emily’s Pov

The jet was already climbing through thirty thousand feet when Dario decided the seat belt no longer applied to him.

I was curled in the cream leather recliner, barefoot, wearing nothing but one of his white dress shirts and the diamond band he’d slid back onto my finger.

My thighs still trembled from the bedroom, and my body hummed like a tuning fork.

Every nerve in my body screamed for him, and I hated how much I wanted him already.

He hadn’t touched me since takeoff. ...