Page 67 of Falling for the Playboy Pilot

“Yes,” I said, my hands fisting in the sheets. “Let’s be crazy together.”

He pushed into me slowly, carefully savoring every slow inch. I gasped at the sensation, at how perfectly he filled me. For a moment we just stayed like that, connected, breathing hard. It was worth every minute of waiting and wanting.

“God, you feel incredible,” he groaned, his face buried in my neck.

I wrapped my legs around his ass, pulling him deeper. He made a sound that was half growl, half moan. His control was starting to slip, and I loved it. I loved seeing him unraveled, seeing the careful walls he’d built around himself crumble because of little old me.

“Harder,” I whispered.

He smirked. “Oh, woman, you have no idea what you’re asking for.”

“I know exactly what I’m asking for. Don’t hold back, Dalton. Give me all of you.”

That was all the permission he needed. His rhythm shifted, becoming more demanding, more primal. I met him thrust for thrust. My nails dug into his shoulders as the tension built between us. The careful control he’d maintained all evening was gone, replaced by something raw and desperate. It was a reflection of my own hunger.

“Janna,” he growled against my throat, his teeth grazing my skin. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“That’s funny. I’ve never felt this alive.”

He buried himself deeply and I lost the ability to form words. Every nerve ending crackled with fire, every touch sending sparks through my body. Sex with Dalton was as good as flying, and I loved flying more than anything in the world.

His hand slid between us, finding a sensitive spot that made me cry out. I was so close, teetering on the edge of shattering completely.

“Let go,” he whispered, his voice rough with strain. “I’ve got you.”

Those words, the promise in them, sent me soaring into the wild blue yonder. I came apart beneath him. My body arched as waves of pleasure jolted through me. He followed seconds later, his own release tearing through him as he buried his face in my neck.

We lay there afterward, breathing hard, our bodies slick with sweat, our hearts edging ever closer to something like real affection. He pulled me against his side.

“Stay,” he said quietly, his fingers gripping me like he couldn’t bear to let go.

I leaned into his touch. “I’m not going anywhere.”