Perfect Stranger

Kaylee is flying home for the holidays when she meets Aaron. A perfect--and perfectly hot--stranger. Their instant chemistry leads them to join the mile high club. An impulsive decision that may have longer-lasting effects on her life than she's ready for. Because Aaron isn't just a stranger, he's her brother's old Army buddy. And he won't be content with one night...

Excerpt:
I adjusted the strap of my messenger bag, which was threatening to slide off my shoulder, and continued trudging down the aisle toward my seat. I’d gotten a crap assignment. All the way in the last row, next to the restroom.

Had to duck as beneath a wrapped Christmas present that was clearly too large for the overhead compartment, but the person holding it appeared determined to make it fit anyway. As I nearly reached my row, someone's carry-on came tumbling out of the storage, and would have hit me in the head if a pair of powerful arms hadn't been in the way. “Good catch.”

“Thanks.” The arms were attached to an equally impressive, muscular body. The face that went with that body was impossibly perfect. Impossibly handsome, and I felt my panties get wet in a way that I'd rarely had happen to me in such an instant way. In that moment, images immediately danced in my head. Of the two of us, entwined together in a bed somewhere.

Fucking as if our lives depended on it.

It took me a moment before I realized that he had spoken, but fortunately, he chose to repeat what he said. “Are you all right?”

I nodded.

He shoved the carry-on back into the compartment and slammed the door shut so it couldn't fall out again. Then he followed me to the last row. “That's my seat,” he said, pointing to the one on the aisle.

“And that's mine,” I said softly, pointing to the window. Not sure he could hear me over all of the noise in the airplane as people cursed and wailed and tried to get settled into their seats.

“Then go ahead.”

I moved in before him, very conscious of the way I had to bend over to slide my messenger bag under the seat that was in front of mine. I could feel the handsome stranger watching me and to be quite honest, my ass had never been my best feature.

Especially in the baggy jeans that I'd chosen for comfort rather than a flattering shape, to wear during this trip.

He sat down beside me and immediately the space felt even smaller than it actually was. His leg pressed against mine, and even through the layers of denim on both him and me, I could feel the heat of him searing my flesh.

I began breathing fast, too fast, and hoped he wouldn't notice.

He held out one hand, a little awkwardly. “I'm Aaron.”

“Kaylee. Nice to meet you.”

“Going home today?”

I managed to give him an arch look. “You guessed that how?”

He grinned. “This is going to sound lame—or like the world’s worst pick-up line—but you kind of remind me of someone. A buddy of mine from basic training. He grew up in Hawaii.”

My heart seemed to flutter instead of beat normally at the words, at the implication that he was flirting with me. It seemed too good to be true.
I bit my lip and looked up at him through my lashes. “I don’t know whether I should be flattered by that or not.”

“It’s a very faint resemblance. You’re too beautiful for more than that.”

Beautiful? No one had ever called me that before. It didn’t feel right. I didn’t know what to say.

“I hope I didn’t embarrass you.”

“It’s all right, I—” Whatever I had been about to say was lost, after all, when I forced myself to look up into his eyes. The hunger, raw and open, took my breath away, and I had to look away again.

A glance in the place where I shouldn’t have looked, giving me a view of the way that the fly of his jeans distended over a very noticeable bulge, made it clear that I hadn’t imagined the desire in his expression. He really did want me.

Just as I wanted him.

Desperately.

In a way that I’d never known that I could lust for anyone, much less a total stranger.