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)
Three very long days and torturously eternal nights.
The problem—and the perk—of fucking Callie all night long in my bed? It still smelled like her. I’d gone to sleep with a hard-on for two nights and woken up the same way.
We’d gone at it four times, and it hadn’t been enough. There was a small but infinitely loud part of me that wouldn’t stop screaming it would never be enough. I’d taken her in my bed twice, in the shower once—that turned into against the wall—and back to my bed. And yet I still found myself staring at every surface I came across, making plans for how I’d bend her over it.
And the worst part was that she looked at me like she was thinking the exact same way.
We hadn’t gotten it out of our systems, or even fallen into awkwardness…we’d just cranked up the heat on a chemistry experiment we both knew was going to explode.
“You promise you won’t dump me out of this helicopter?” she asked, her eyes wide and nervous.
“I’d never dump you out of anything,” I said before I could stop myself.
Her eyebrows rose.
“Here.” I clipped one end of the strap into the hook above the door and locked it into place, yanking hard. “See? That’s not going anywhere.” Then I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her forward. Our lower bodies collided, and I clipped her in at the ring in the back of the harness. “You’re not going anywhere you don’t want to.”
She swallowed and leaned into me, only her camera between our bodies.
Every nerve in my body zinged.
Yeah, one night was an appetizer with this woman.
“This is going to be so cool!” Sutton said.
I cleared my throat and stepped back. “We have five skiers out there, including Theo, and they’ll all take turns dropping in. You just tell me if you want to go higher or lower, and I’ll make that happen for you.”
“I have no doubt you will.” She gifted me with a flirtatious smile and picked up her camera from where it hung on her neck strap.
I shook my head at her and looked out the window. Theo had cleared the gear from the basket and was waiting with the others. It took a second or two to climb back behind the controls and buckle in. “You ready out there?” I asked Theo.
“Whenever you are,” he replied.
“Hold on, Callie,” I warned, my hands on the controls and my feet resting on the pedals.
“Already holding. Been holding. Not going to stop holding,” she muttered.
I grinned as I took off, pitching us down to the left, then leveling out. Flying at altitude was a bitch, but this bird had the power needed to hold the hover in the thinner air. A helicopter needed two out of three elements to pull off a maneuver: power, speed, and/or altitude.
Hovering left us with zero speed, but I had both the power and altitude on my side if something went wrong.
“We’re dropping in,” Theo said through the radio.
I looked over to see the first skier taking his chosen fall line. There was a twenty-foot drop a little way down, so I lowered us to that marker and held her steady.
Callie clutched the frame of the helicopter with one hand for the first skier, clicking away as he took the cliff.
She leaned against it on the next, the strap giving her about a half foot of leeway.
She stood in the doorway for the third.
By the time Theo came down, she was leaning out of the door, the strap carrying her slight weight as she snapped picture after picture.
She came back in and grinned at me over her shoulder. “That’s incredible!”
“We’ll have to get you a longer strap.”
“You’re a badass, Mom!” Sutton exclaimed.
“Language!” Callie shouted, but there was laughter in her tone.
“I want to do that run next time!”
“We’ll work up to it,” I promised.
“Then I can compete in big mountain?” Her voice practically bubbled with excitement.
“Stop pushing the envelope, Sutton,” Callie warned.
“Had to try,” Sutton muttered.
We landed at the bottom of the valley, and I made my way back to Callie as Theo and the skiers muddled our way, keeping as low as possible.
“You are a phenomenal pilot,” Callie said as I pulled her against my chest, her eyes bright when I swept my hand down her back to the loop at the rear of the harness.
“That was absolutely nothing. And Sutton’s right, you know.” I glanced over the seats and saw Sutton’s back to us as she stared out the window, watching the skiers approach. I took blatant advantage of the millisecond and stole a kiss. “You are a badass.”
I unclipped her and headed back to the controls before either of us could question me crossing that boundary.
But I didn’t regret it.
“We can leave the second you’re uncomfortable,” Callie promised later that night, cradling a bottle of wine over her coat as she rang the doorbell at Reed’s house. The second I’d gotten a peek at the dark-blue wrap dress she was rocking, we nearly had to cancel our dinner plans. It came to just above her knees, and the sight of her bare legs had me hard in about two heartbeats.