Page 49 of Falling for the Playboy Pilot

His eyes darkened at my words.

“My turn,” I whispered, looking up at him through my lashes as I freed him from his jeans. “Let me take care of you.”

I took him in my hand, feeling the weight and heat of him. He was thick and hard and of course big. Huge. Again, I didn’t have a high body count, but he was absolutely the biggest yet. I could feel his pulse through the silky skin. His breath hitched as I stroked him slowly, learning the feel of him, the way he responded to my touch.

I leaned forward and took him into my mouth.

“Jesus,” he groaned, his head falling back.

The taste of him was intoxicating, salt and heat and something uniquely him. I started slow, my tongue swirling around the head before taking him deeper. His hand found my hair, not pushing, just holding, like he needed something to anchor himself to.

I could feel his control slipping with every movement of my mouth. The salty taste of him drove me wild. The sounds he made sent heat shooting through me. I’d never felt so powerful, so in control, as I did with this strong, guarded man falling apart under my touch.

“Fuck, Janna,” he breathed, his voice strained. “You’re gonna kill me.”

I pulled back just enough to look up at him, my lips still brushing against him. “Good,” I whispered, before taking him deep again.

His hips jerked forward involuntarily. A loud groan erupted from his throat. I could feel him fighting to stay still, to let me set the pace. But I wanted him to lose control. I wanted to be the one to break through all those walls he’d built around himself.

I hollowed my cheeks, taking him as deep as I could, and felt his entire body tense. His grip tightened in my hair, and I could tell he was close.

“Wait, I’m—” he started to warn me, but I didn’t pull away. I wanted all of him.

I could feel him pushing against the back of my throat. I didn’t gag. I just sucked him harder.

“Janna.”

My name on his lips nearly had me orgasming again. And that was when he found his release. He came with a shuddering groan. I stayed with him through it, savoring the way he trembled, the way his breathing came in ragged gasps. I swallowed every last drop of him.

When he finally stilled, I pulled back and looked up at him. His eyes were dark and intense, studying my face like he was trying to memorize it.

“Come here,” he said roughly, pulling me up to him. His mouth crashed into mine again, and I could taste the desperation in his kiss.

We were both breathing hard, our bodies pressed together in the small space. The reality of what we’d just done was starting to sink in, but I couldn’t bring myself to regret it. Not when he was looking at me like that.

I felt empty. I was so not done with him. I needed to feel him inside me. He was big and I knew his girth would stretch me and fill me like I had never been filled before.

I didn’t realize how tightly wound I had been. He slipped his hands between my legs and felt my slickness.

He smirked against my lips. “Really?”

“Stop,” I said.

I wasn’t going to be embarrassed. It had been a while. I was a little… extra.

He smiled. Like a real smile. Not the cocky, arrogant smirk he often flashed. In the afterglow, he looked almost vulnerable. Almost like a man that could smile and laugh and be normal.

I wondered what happened to him to make him that way. Laser had said he wasn’t always so sad. I took a moment to run my hand over the tattoo on his chest and down his ribcage. Flames. Fire. The man has been dipped in the flames. Forged in fire.

Just as I was about to suggest we find somewhere more comfortable to finish what we’d started, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed through the hangar. Gilbert’s voice carried across the space, talking to someone on his phone about parts and delivery schedules.

Dalton’s eyes went wide, and we both froze like deer in headlights. Without thinking, I slapped my hand over his mouth to muffle any sound he might make, and he did the same to me. The absurdity of the situation—both of us half-naked, pressed against each other with our hands clamped over each other’s mouths—was so ridiculous that I felt laughter bubbling up in my chest.

Dalton’s eyes crinkled at the corners. I could tell he was fighting the same urge to laugh. His shoulders shook slightly, which only made it harder for me to keep quiet. I bit down on my lip behind his palm, trying desperately not to make a sound.

Gilbert’s footsteps grew closer, then thankfully moved toward the other side of the hangar where his tools were. We could hear him muttering to himself about the parts he needed, completely oblivious to our presence in the storage room.

We stayed frozen like that for what felt like an eternity, staring into each other’s eyes, our bodies still pressed together. His erection had returned and pressed against my belly. The intimacy of the moment was somehow even more intense than what we’d just shared.

Finally, Gilbert’s voice faded as he moved outside, probably to check on something else. We waited another few beats before slowly dropping our hands from each other’s mouths.

“That was close,” I whispered, barely able to contain my giggles.

“Too close,” he whispered back, but I could see the amusement dancing in his eyes.

We quickly and quietly pulled on our clothes, trying to make ourselves presentable. The small space made it awkward, our bodies bumping into each other as we dressed, which only added to the surreal nature of what had just happened.

When we were both decent, Dalton cracked the door open and peered out. After a moment, he nodded and we slipped out of the storage room like a couple of teenagers.

The hangar was empty again. Gilbert had moved on to whatever other tasks demanded his attention. We stood there for a moment, suddenly awkward now that we were back in the real world. The weight of what we’d just done hung between us, and I wasn’t sure what to say.

“I should…” I started, gesturing vaguely toward the exit.

“Yeah,” he said, running a hand through his hair. “Me too.”