Chapter 52

• I fell into it, closing my eyes and allowing everything about him, that moment, to wash over me. Jason leaned in closer, and I let him approach, his hand dropping onto my leg and squeezing my thigh through the fabric of my dress.
• Bad idea, bad idea. The thought appeared in my mind as if an obligation. I ignored it, of course, letting Jason climb onto me as I leaned back into the couch, the sounds of his lips on mine blending with the low roar of the jet engines.
• My arms wrapped around his solid body, my fingers tracing the outlines of his muscles through his shirt. One of Jason’s hands moved up my thigh, the other falling onto my right breast.