Page 78 of Falling for the Playboy Pilot

He exhaled slowly. “Challenge accepted.”

I licked my lips, eager even though it would just be sex. But we were in the middle of the kitchen, and someone would walk in at some point.

“My room,” I said.

He smirked like he’d won. And dammit, he did win. But I wasn’t exactly losing. I needed the release more than he did, after flying through hell and making it back safely. And if he just wanted me to use him for sex, that was fine by me right then. I could sort through all my emotions later.

We barely made it through my bedroom door before he grabbed me by the waist and jerked me against him. My ass cradled his thickening cock. My body responded with a hunger born from adrenaline, speed, and danger.

His mouth went straight to my neck. The man knew where to touch to get me revved up.

“Get your damn suit off.” The demand sent shivers down my spine.

My fingers fumbled with the zipper until I got it down and only then realized my boots were in the way. “Boots,” I gasped as his hand reached down and squeezed my ass.

“Fuck ‘em. I don’t need them off.”

I groaned as he flipped me around and pushed my body against the door. I turned my head to keep from suffocating myself with his heavy body pinning me to the hard surface. One of his hands threaded through my hair, holding my head still while the other cupped my breast possessively. He rolled my nipple between his thumb and index finger, making me gasp out his name.

“You’re so fucking mine,” he whispered in my ear before nipping at it gently with his teeth. “Tell me you want this.” His voice was rough and demanding all at once.

“I want this,” I whimpered, grinding my hips against him, needing him to touch me somewhere else. Anything to make this faster because holy hell he felt good against me.

He leaned around and kissed me, stealing my breath. His hand slid between us and then between my thighs. I did my best to open my legs to give him access. The man made me desperate for him.

His fingers found me through the fabric. I was already wet for him. The rough pad of his thumb circled my clit through my panties. I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out. The walls in this place were thin, and the last thing we needed was an audience.

“So fucking wet already,” he growled against my neck. “You like it when I take control, don’t you?”

I couldn’t form words. All I could do was nod and push back against him, desperate for more contact. His fingers slipped inside my panties, and I nearly came undone right there.

“Answer me,” he commanded, his voice low and rough.

“Yes,” I gasped. “God, yes.”

He pulled his hand away before getting me off. “Dalton!”

Then I heard the sound of the zipper of his flight suit. He spun me around to face him, his eyes dark with want. Both of our suits were pooled around our ankles. It was definitely not the regulation way to wear them.

“These need to come off,” he said, hooking his fingers in the waistband of my panties. “Now.”

To my shock, he tore them away. My eyes widened but I didn’t have time to think about what he had done. The panties were forgotten the second he pushed a finger inside me.

I dropped my head against the wall and groaned as he pushed in a second finger. The man knew how to work my body. It felt like we had been having sex for years rather than a handful of times. He knew every spot that made my body sing.

It took seconds to bring me to orgasm. I whimpered and moaned and rolled my head back and forth against the door.

“Dalton, please. I need you.”

“Fuck,” he hissed. “I can’t. These fucking boots.”

We were both desperate. It was crazy how much the man excited me. I had never acted like such a sex-crazed woman.

Dalton grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the bed. We both nearly tripped and fell with our pants around our ankles. Again, I would have laughed if my body wasn’t on fire.

He bent me over the bed.

“Condom in my drawer,” I murmured.