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hand.
    “Here you go,” Lora said snidely, handing it over.
    Tessa took it, saddened when Alex released her hand and opened the door to the small yet cozy bedroom. “Change in here,” he commanded. “And hurry. We’re about to take off.”
    With her heart stuck in her throat, she darted into the bedroom and shut the door, tossing her suitcase onto the bed, zipping it open quickly. The plane was picking up speed, it would probably take off soon and she didn’t want to be stuck in the bedroom when it happened.
    Flipping open the top of the suitcase, she grabbed the first top she saw, a red sweater made of thin yet warm, finely knit cashmere. With shaking fingers she undid the buttons, yanked the ruined shirt off and let it fall to the floor. Her bra wasn’t stained thank goodness, most of the coffee had spilled below her breasts and she glanced around, wondering where she could put the still sopping wet shirt.
    The plane accelerated, seeming to hurtle down the runway and she gripped the mattress for balance, settling herself on the edge. Still clad in her bra, she bent forward, glancing out the small window, watching the buildings whiz by at breakneck speed. Her heart lurched and her fingers curled around the luxurious fabric of the bedspread. She glanced toward the closed door, paralyzed with fear when she realized the plane was about to lift into the air.
    And she was perched on the edge of a bed without a seatbelt.
    Closing her eyes, she whispered a quick prayer, asking for forgiveness in her foolishness. Who else would be stupid enough to fly for the first time ever in their life without a seatbelt on?
    “Tessa.”
    Her lids snapped open and there he stood. Alexander Worth in all his glory, his jacket shed, his tie askew and his shirt rumpled.
    His intense gaze locked on her chest.
     
    Alex’s fingers gripped the edge of the doorframe so hard the cool metal cut into his skin. His mouth had gone dry, his heart thundered in his ears and his cock came to life at the sight before him.
    A fearful Tessa sat on the edge of the bed, clad in black pants and the sheerest, most delicate bra he’d ever seen—and he’d witnessed more than his fair share of beautiful lingerie over the years. Lacy cups of the palest cream barely contained her breasts, which spilled over the top of the bra in voluptuous abandon. He caught a glimpse of rosy pink nipples through the fragile lace just before she crossed her arms over her chest in shock at his unexpected entry.
    “The plane is taking off,” he said rather stupidly.
    She blinked. Her dark brown eyes were so wide he felt as if he could drown in them. Her hair was neatly pulled back, but a few wild wisps curved about her face. Her skin was pale, her hair and eyes so dark the contrast was striking.
    Tessa Crawford was his every sexual fantasy come to life.
    She reached for a soft pile of red fabric sitting next to her on the bed as if in slow motion, shaking it out before attempting to pull the sweater over her head. He let go of the doorframe and shut the door behind him—entranced by the shape of her arms, the dip of her waist, the way her breasts rose high, pert nipples revealed above the lace for the quickest moment before she tugged the garment on, covering her beautiful body, much to his disappointment.
    At the same exact moment the plane lifted into the sky, Tessa stood, tumbling forward as the plane tilted up as it gained air. She fell into his arms, a bundle of soft, warm, fragrant woman, her hair brushing against his face when she tried to right herself.
    “I’m so sorry. I’m such a klutz, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” Her voice was jittery, her entire body shook and he wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her steady.
    Holding her close, just to say he had. She felt so good, her curves fit neatly against his body almost like she was made for him and he breathed in deep the sweet scent of her hair, closing his eyes.
    “Calm down,” he whispered,