Any turbulence came mostly from the weather outside. There was only an occasional icy breeze blowing between their seats, and she knew the air vents above them weren’t turned on. Jasmine read for a while, then kicked back and feigned sleep. Joey sat close enough she felt his body heat on her arm. His scent engulfed her, taking her back to the bed, when he’d been lying on top of her, replete. Her eyes snapped open when her visions took her further into their lovemaking. That’s what it had been. Lovemaking. Not sex. Not fucking. He’d worshiped her body like she was a goddess and she’d felt like one. No man could do that casually. It wasn’t possible not to have emotion behind the way he touched her. She still felt that way when she arrived home and texted Kenzi to let her know she was safe. The phone rang immediately, Kenzi’s photo identifying the caller. “Now, spill.” Jasmine smiled. “You’re on your honeymoon. What are you doing talking to me?” “A girl can only make love so many hours a day.
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