Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 100202 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100202 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
“I think I could get some fabulous shots from that chair right there,” she said, pointing to the seat nearest the window.
“And you’d get even better ones if you could change your angle. Plus, if I’m flying you, then you have to be strapped in if you’ve got that door open. I’m not risking you falling. Zero chance.” I handed her the harness.
She took it, biting her lower lip. “And it clips in?”
“There’s a hook right above the door.” A teasing grin tugged at my mouth. “I mean, we can always hook you in on the rescue hoist, but I don’t think swinging around out there is really what you had in mind.”
Her head snapped up and sputtered. “Absolutely not.”
“I figured.” I moved forward, my head hunched so I didn’t smack it on the roof. Then I guided her hands so the harness was open. “See? You put your legs here and here.” I pointed to the openings. “And then we cinch you in tight with this buckle.” My fingers brushed hers.
Her breath caught. “And then I won’t fall out. Because I’m not a big fan of anything physically reckless, and Sutton only has one parent—”
“I won’t let anything happen to you. And I’ll be the one flying, so I have no problem making that promise. Not that Theo isn’t absolutely capable—”
“No, I want you,” she said, her hands gripping the harness as she looked up at me. Tension filled every inch between our bodies.
That was all it took to get me hard.
“I mean…I want you to be the one flying,” she whispered, her gaze dropping to my mouth.
“Good.” My voice lowered. “Because I want to be the one…” My words trailed off. I was too distracted by her nearness, by the scent of her hair and the way her lips parted to hold a single fucking thought besides kiss her.
“Good,” she parroted, the harness falling to the seat. “Then I guess we agree.” She rested her hands on my chest, her fingers fisting the material of my sweater.
“We agree.” My hands found her hips and I squeezed, pulling her against me even though I knew it was a bad idea. Maybe I was just beyond caring.
“Totally agree.” She slid one hand up over my shoulder to the back of my neck.
I lowered my head. I was a compass, and she was north. I was powerless to fight whatever this was between us.
My lips brushed hers once. Twice.
“This is a bad idea,” I warned her. “We both know it.”
“Just kiss me, Weston.” She pulled me down, and I went willingly, unleashing weeks of want and need.
I took her mouth without preamble, sweeping inside with my tongue to reclaim everything I’d sworn off touching again in the name of safety.
Fuck that. This was too powerful to ignore.
We both knew it.
My hand tunneled through her hair, gripping just enough to tilt her for a deeper kiss. It wasn’t just as good as the first time, it was better. Her nails bit into the back of my neck and the little whimper that caught in her throat was going to be the death of me.
I wanted to hear that sound over and over again.
She sucked on my tongue and I groaned, filling my hand with her ass I shifted us to the bench seat in the center of the helicopter. Lying her down made the most sense if I was going to kiss her in here, so I did it, my mouth never leaving hers as she met each stroke of my tongue. It was all about her comfort.
Liar.
I wanted between her thighs, and that’s exactly where I found myself, bracing my weight with one hand on the frame of the bird above her head so I didn’t crush her. She locked her legs around my hips, and the need that had been gathering near the base of my spine grew tenfold.
I kissed a path down her neck, pausing at the spot that made her writhe, and grinned when she sucked in a breath, her hands tightening in my hair. “You like that.”
“Yes.” She rocked up against me, and I cursed the layers of clothing between us even as I thanked God they were there.
“And this?” I flicked open the buttons on her shirt one by one, caressing each inch of bare skin with my mouth as it was revealed.
“Yes.”
“What about this?” I kissed the swells of her breasts when the next button opened over her bra, revealing delicate blue lace cups and the creamiest skin I’d ever seen.
“Yes!” She guided my head to her breast, and I took absolute advantage, pushing the peak high above the cup and swirling my tongue over her nipple.
She gasped, and I sucked her between my lips, raking her nipple lightly with my teeth. Then I gave the same treatment to the other as my hand kept the first one warm. The weight of her felt so good in my palm, and the way she responded to every kiss, every touch, had my dick throbbing with its own demand.