Mile High Weekend (Opposites Attract Book 1) by Melinda Di Lorenzo

twisted her sideways, and pushed her against a row of seats.  He pressed his body flush against hers.
    Ginnie glanced up and down the aisle.  They were alone.
    Where had all the other passengers gone?  And where were the damned flight attendants?  Where was her shield against the intensity in Quinn’s amber eyes?
    “Genevieve?”
    “Yes?” she whispered.
    “What does do it for you? What do you need?” he asked, soft and sexy.
    Ginnie swallowed nervously. “Need is a strong word.””
    “Now who’s arguing semantics?” he teased.
    “I’m not – ” She cut herself off and tried again. “I don’t need anything.”
    “So you didn’t need me back there in that bathroom? You merely wanted me?”
    “Has anyone ever told you that you’re pretty damned good at twisting people’s words?”
    “Yep.”
    “Are you going to let me go anytime soon?”
    He inched closer. “Nope.”
    “No?”
    “Not until you agree to indulge my desire to hang out with you here in Asscrack.”
    “You realize how wrong that sounds?”
    “Yep.”
    “And if I say no to indulging you?”
    “I’ll follow you around until you have no choice but to say yes instead.”
    “I’m pretty sure that even Asscrack, Colorado must have a law against stalking.”
    He grinned a lopsided grin. “And I’m pretty sure I can find my way around that law.”
    Ginnie shook her head. “I should’ve known the second I laid eyes on you.”
    “Known what?”
    “That you were a criminal.”
    He reached up to trace a lazy finger down her cheek. “Would that bother you? If I was on the wrong side of the law?”
    “Yes.”
    It was a lie.  At that moment, she wouldn’t have cared if he was a trained assassin, out for her blood.  All she wanted was for his hand to continue its gentle ministrations.  Cupping her cheek, sliding to the back of her neck…Then those fingers of his found her jugular and she knew he must be able to feel the way her pulse was thrumming.
    “You sure about that answer?” he asked teasingly.
    No.
    The word popped into her mind.  But it didn’t make it out.  Quinn’s palm slid to her chin and his lips crashed into hers and his tongue drove through her mouth in a ferocious exploration that made Ginnie’s head spin and her toes curl. 
    But its intensity was short-lived.
    Quinn jerked back, and Ginnie’s eyes flew open to see a thick hand on his arm, yanking him away.  A firm but authoritative voice accompanied the aggressive maneuver.
    “If I were you, I’d keep my mouth shut and my eyes to myself. And let go of the girl. Quickly.”
    A protest built up in Ginnie’s throat, but died quickly when Quinn gave her a quick headshake as his arms dropped to his sides. 
    Why?
    He didn’t seem like the kind of guy who would just lie back and take it.  Whatever it was.
    And then Ginnie got a full view of the man who’d issued the warning.
    He was a cop.
    Or something like it.  An airport official with a uniform and a sidearm and a two-way radio fastened to his shoulder and a patch on his chest that said is name was Gilligan.  TSA, maybe.  Probably.
    And when he moved slightly, Ginnie realized he wasn’t alone, either.  Three other men accompanied him.  Two stood back with their hands resting a little too casually close to their weapons.  And a final one, who reached for Ginnie, closed a none-too-gentle fist on her elbow, and pulled her even further away from Quinn.
    And she was too surprised – and too scared – to protest as the tight-lipped guards stepped between them – deliberately she thought – and shuffled them from the plane.
    No one said a word as they marched down the stairs directly onto the tiny tarmac.  The ground was coated with snow, and it still fell from the sky.  The blank scenery and the cold air momentarily distract Ginnie. 
    Asscrack, Colorado.
    And they really did seem to be in the middle of nowhere.  Unlike the airport she’d come from, and presumably the one where she was