AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“I fly or ride,” I heard myself say.
“Why?”
“Why?” Solo nodded, and I shrugged. “I don’t know. It helps somehow. That rush…”
“The high?”
My pulse began to race as Solo’s question lingered in the air between us, the same way it did when I slid into the cockpit of my jet. This was not good—he was standing much closer to me now, and as my heart began to thump erratically, my head spun.
I needed to get the fuck out of there now, before I did something I’d regret.
“Panther?”
“Huh?”
Solo was now toe to toe with me, and when he slid his tongue along his lower lip, I had to swallow back a groan.
“For me, the only thing that’s ever come close to that high I get in the cockpit,” Solo said, my eyes focused on his mouth, “is sex.”
I didn’t have time to react before Solo gripped the back of my neck, forcing me down so that my lips crashed against his. I froze, unable to comprehend what was happening—where it was happening. All I could feel was Solo’s mouth moving against mine, and as all the reasons why this was a bad idea flashed through my head, I knew there was no way in hell I was about to put an end to this, not until I’d at least had a taste of the lips pressed up against mine.
19 Solo
PANTHER IS KISSING me.
Panther is kissing me.
Holy fucking shit, Panther is finally kissing me.
If I hadn’t been the lucky fucker on the receiving end of his commanding mouth, I might not have actually believed it was happening. But since his delicious tongue was now slipping between my lips and tangling with mine, there was no mistaking it. Grant “Panther” Hughes was kissing the ever-loving hell out of me, and showing no signs of stopping.
Not about to let this moment pass me by, I reached for those beautifully built biceps of his and hung on, wanting something to steady myself as my knees began to weaken. My fingers dug into the material of his flight suit, and just in time, too, because Panther shocked me by wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me in tight.
Hot damn. When I first reached for Panther, I hadn’t been sure what kind of response I would get. Would he punch me? Would he shove me away again? But never in my wildest imaginings could I have predicted this.
Dreamed and fantasized about it, yes. Predicted it, hell no. It seemed more likely that hell would freeze over than Panther would actively be involved in one of the hottest make-out sessions of my life. But as a groan left my throat and my body came into direct contact with his, Panther growled, and I knew I wasn’t dreaming because that sound went straight to my dick, which hardened in response.
Not about to let him go, now that I had him where I wanted him, I looped my arms around his neck, and when my erection rubbed up against his, Panther tore his mouth free.
“Damn.” The curse was low, much lower than his usual tone, and the raspy cadence made my body tremble. Panther’s eyes were blistering hot as they stared into mine, and when he licked his lower lip as if to get another taste of me, I thrust my hips forward again to see what he would do.
The hand Panther had at my waist slid down over my ass, and as he grabbed a hold of it and began to walk me backward, I let him lead me wherever the hell he wanted to. When my back hit the door, I grunted from the impact. It wasn’t soft, but neither was the man in front of me.
I spread my legs a little, hoping Panther would—yes, exactly that—slide one of his between them, and when his thigh grazed my covered cock, my eyes fluttered shut and I moaned.
“Why’d you have to be so fucking sexy?”
The question was asked so quietly that I barely heard it, but when I opened my eyes and saw Panther’s roving over my face, I knew I wasn’t mistaken. His pupils were blown, his eyes close to black they were so dark, and when he rocked his hips forward and I felt that hard cock up against mine, I sighed.
Panther groaned as he touched my face, and when he traced a thumb over my lower lip, he muttered, “So fucking gorgeous. It’s not fair…”
Pinned as I was to the door, I could do little but stand there and let him do what he wanted, but if I was honest with myself, I wouldn’t have changed anything anyway. Instead, I sucked his thumb into my mouth and began to roll my hips along his thigh, and watched as Panther once again lost that incredible control of his.
