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consuming lips. She couldn’t fight it, she didn’t want to, so she gave herself leave and fell into his groove.
    â€œJordan,” he repeated her name as he always did.
    His lips were sensuous, lusty, and all-devouring. She needed him, all of him. She wanted him now. Letting him kiss her like this was probably wrong — of course, it was — but it was impossible for her to stop. She found herself sailing deep into the dream she had lived over the past year. It felt as though she had never left his side, that life was supposed to be like this, that she belonged with him. She would never be able to forget the fold of his body next to hers. She was lost, completely lost … until he started to lift her dress and the reality of the situation sparked.
    Waking abruptly, she bounced up and spoke. “We can’t do this.”
    Still in the throes of the moment, he tried pulling her near. “Yes,” he whispered in a rough voice, “we can.”
    â€œStop, Ben.”
    â€œI’ve always wanted to be a part of the Mile High Club.”
    Their altitude suddenly changed. The plane dropped a couple hundred feet in elevation and Jordan fell into his arms.
    â€œStop,” she said as his hands began to wander.
    â€œIt’s just a little turbulence,” he said.
    Then someone knocked on the bathroom door. “Please return to your seat,” the flight attendant said.
    â€œBad weather?” Ben whispered to Jordan.
    â€œYes. We can’t be seen like this; it’ll cause a stir.”
    â€œWe’ll be okay,” he said.
    Jordan loved the man’s confidence, but if he hadn’t figured out yet that she was an undercover agent, he was nothing but thick. A part of her wanted to smack him silly and tell him to wake up; they were in a serious situation, although there was something about his childlike innocence that made her weak at the knees.
    â€œLook,” she said, pulling herself together, “we can’t stay in here. The attendant knows I’m in here, she’s waiting for me to take my seat. And I’m sure they’re looking for you, too.”
    â€œThey know I’m here somewhere.” He raised his brows. “Like visiting someone back in coach.”
    â€œAnd if that’s the case, they’re bound to get upset when they don’t find you, which means the bathrooms are the next obvious place they’ll look. And I’m sure I don’t have to tell you that a conservative Muslim woman wouldn’t be found dead in a place like this with a man. Under any circumstance. Do you read?”
    The plane dropped in altitude again.
    â€œOkay,” he agreed. “I guess you have a point.”
    She wanted to say “you think?” but instead said, “Let me go first. Wait a few minutes before you leave.”
    The attendant tapped on the door again and asked if Jordan needed any help.
    â€œI’ll only be a moment,” Jordan answered her. They listened as the woman walked toward the front of the plane. “Okay, I think she’s gone. Wait two minutes.”
    Ben pulled her close and ran his hands along her waist.
    â€œNot those kind of minutes,” she said.
    Ben took her face in his hands. “Okay. Then later.” He went in for the kiss.
    She whispered into his face, “You’re killing me, Ben Johnson. You know that?” and she returned the kiss.
    The storm had intensified. They both heard the unmistakable crack of lightning and thunder rumbling.
    Not waiting any longer, Jordan opened the bathroom door and peered into the aisle. It was clear. She slipped outside but instead of returning to her seat, she made her way toward the front of the plane.
    The attendant was stopped next to Ben’s seat and speaking with the elderly woman in the seat next to his. The woman shook her head, turned toward the window, and closed the shade. The attendant moved along, spoke to a few more passengers, and