Page 98 of My All American Girl

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DEAN

We woke up in each other’s arms, and if I had it my way, I would have stayed just like that all day. But life interrupted even the most perfect moments. The sun was already up, casting a warm glow over the tangled mass of our bodies under the crumpled sheets.

I watched her as she slept. The steady rhythm of her breath rising and falling made my heart swell with something more than just carnal desire. What the hell was I doing with this woman? I think she knew I pretty much organized this London trip just to get her alone. Back home, it was easy enough to write off as training, but we could train anywhere. There was no rhyme or reason for us to be in London.

Except I wanted to be. And I wanted to be here with her. It was hard to really be with her when there were thousands of eyes to witness us and hundreds of mouths ready to spread gossip.

Here in London, it was different. It was just the two of us, lost in a city where no one knew us, and we could live out our fantasies without worrying about wrecking our lives or upsetting her father.

I traced my fingers gently down her arm, careful not to wake her. She looked angelic in sleep, so peaceful and innocent. It was hard to reconcile this image with the passionate, fiery woman of last night. I could still feel her touches, taste her kisses on my lips.

This little angel in bed with me was very different than the little spitfire that walked around picking fights with men twice her age. This sweet creature that could handle a plane and make my toes curl. How was so much power packed into one tiny, little perfect body?

A contented sigh slipped past her parted lips as she unconsciously moved closer to me, snuggling into my chest. My heart clenched at how perfect this moment felt. I dropped a light kiss on her forehead. Her eyelashes fluttered. With a soft sigh, she opened her eyes and looked directly at me.

“Morning,” she mumbled sleepily, nuzzling deeper into my chest. The sound of her voice sent a rush of heat coursing through me.

“Morning,” I replied softly, my fingers running through her messy hair. “You look beautiful.”

“I don’t even want to know what I look like. And I’m sure my breath is equally horrible.”

“Would I lie to you?” I grinned. “You’re gorgeous.”

She smiled back at me, her lips pouty and swollen from our passionate night. I couldn’t resist leaning down and kissing her.

“What time is it?” she asked.

“I have no idea,” I replied. “The time zone thing always messes with me. I haven’t set my watch.”

“Can we stay in bed?” she asked.

“Funny, that was exactly my thought.”

“But really, can we?” She yawned.

“I have us scheduled for a flight,” I reminded her. “Remember, we’re supposed to be here training.”

She groaned. “This is why I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“Excuse me?”

“This. You. This bed. This is why I haven’t let myself have a boyfriend all these years.”

“Why is that?” I asked.

She let out a long sigh, snuggling against me with her mouth in the crook of my neck. “Because right now, I’m thinking about being here in bed with you rather than flying. Never before have I ever had to consider whether I wanted to fly or hang out with a man.”

“And now?”

“And now the idea of being in bed with you is so much more appealing.” She groaned. “All of this hardness and sexiness in one body is just cruel.”

I chuckled low in my throat at that, pulling her closer to me. “Well, I suppose I should be flattered that I’ve become a distraction to even the most serious pilots,” I teased.

She laughed and pushed her fingers through my bed-tousled hair. “You’re quite the distraction. That’s not a good thing, so don’t feel like it’s a compliment. I’m really not happy about it. I don’t want a distraction. I don’t want to want to be in bed with you instead of ten-thousand feet above the ground.”

My hands wandered down her back, tracing the curve of her spine and stopping at the dip of her waist. She shivered slightly and pushed herself even closer, if it was even possible. The feeling of our bodies smashed together was intoxicating, skin against skin, heartbeat against heartbeat.