Page 40 of Captivated By You

His smile made my knees weak. He had a beautiful smile set on a beautiful face. And those eyes… hot damn, they were impossible to resist.

“It’s a surprise.”

“What if I hate surprises?”

“Then I’m about to drop to a two or a three.”

I adored how he matched me hit for hit. Most guys I’d dated afterhimhadn’t been all that proficient in banter. Either they’d missed the sarcastic undertone, or they’d just smiled and replied with something banal. But Asher was a master. He kept up with me no matter what I fired his way. It made him even more special.

Stop, Kee. No!

We left the waterfront behind us and headed south. I began to see signs for Sea-Tac Airport, and when we took the exit, I had another jaw-dropping moment.

“We’re flying?”

His crooked grin went straight to my clit. This man could melt my panties right off if I let him.

“Is that a problem?”

“I—um. No. Not a problem.”

His grin widened.

The car eased to a stop, and I glanced out the window. “Are you kidding me?”

A sleek private jet sat on the tarmac, the trademark Kingcaid logo on the tail. I twisted back to Asher, my mouth gaping.

“You can’t be serious.”

“Deadly.” He climbed out of the car, and by the time I went for the door handle, he’d opened it. His hand appeared for me to take, and I did. He led me up the steps, and then we were on a private jet. A private fucking jet. I felt like Julia Roberts inPretty Woman—minus the prostitute status.

His hand cradled my hip, and his lips almost brushed my ear. “How am I doing?”

And right then, I got it. Asher had no intention of keeping things professional between us. Everything he’d done and said since the day he’d revealed who he was to me was working toward this moment. Here. Tonight.

The man had his mind set on seduction, and if I didn’t cling to my red line, I was toast.

I wriggled out of his hold, putting a few feet between us. Trailing my fingertips over the soft leather seats, I pulled myself together and turned to him. “Is this yours?”

He nodded. “I travel a lot. It makes sense to have a jet I can call on at a moment’s notice rather than find myself constrained by commercial.”

“Have you brought other women on here?”

Another nod. “One or two.”

“Is there a bedroom?”

He arched a brow. “There is. Would you like to see it?”

“No. I’m good.”

He gave me a close-lipped smile. “Maybe later.”

“Or maybe never.”

He gestured for me to sit. I picked one facing the front of the plane. The idea of flying backward didn’t appeal to me. Asher must not have minded, because he chose the one across from me. He unfastened the button on his jacket and ran a fingertip inside the collar of his crisp white shirt.

“Never say never, Kiana. None of us know what the future holds.”

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