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“I see your point.” She took his hand in hers and placed them atop her thigh.
“You probably thought this song was about flying, not sex.”
“It is—about flying.”
“If you say so.”
She angled her face to catch his mischievous grin.
“We watch a lot of movies while deployed. Typically, we read innuendo into everything. For this song, I’m pretty sure it was intentional to mirror the love story.” He nuzzled the side of her neck, heating her up more.
“I like that.”
“Good to know.” He pressed several open-mouthed kisses down to her collarbone, slipping his fingers free from hers to trail them up her hip to her belly. His thumb rubbed right under her breast. She didn’t even flinch.
By the time the first flight scene ended, she visualized his hands invading more than one danger zone.
John grabbed the remote when they reached the bar scene. “We’re fast-forwarding through this song.”
“Good call,” she agreed when she realized which song it was. She was intent ongetting backthat loving feeling.
“Did you crush on Maverick or Iceman?” he asked when the volleyball scene started.
“Slider. I’ve always liked my men tall.”
“I’m taller than he is.”
She laughed and John rolled her to her side, keeping his back against the sofa, probably aware she’d feel trapped there. “You are. And your abs are just as nice.” She ran a hand over his firm abs to his pecs.
“You can touch me there as much as you want,” he whispered, then claimed her mouth with his.
She pressed her hips against him. Damn, that felt good. Based on his throaty rumble, he agreed. His hand slipped down, resting lightly, as if to gauge her reaction before cupping her butt. Their kisses deepened, and their bodies sought pleasure from the contact.
A low growl erupted from John, and he broke the kiss. He pulled back as much as he could and repositioned his hand to her lower back. “As much as I don’t want to stop this . . .”
“We need to?” she answered breathlessly, not wanting to stop either, but even he had limits.
“For now.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead.
They lay together a little longer, then he patted her hip. “I need you to let me up. Pause the movie and give me a minute.”
“If you want to watch the rest with me, I was kind of visualizing something I’d like to try if you’re still up for being my test subject.”
He let out a long breath. “If you promise to go easy on me.”
Once he disappeared into the bathroom, she went to the kitchen, poured glasses of milk, and got the container of chocolate chip cookies.
He grabbed a cookie when he returned.
Her protective walls were coming down, and she wanted to take another step forward. “You good with assuming our original seating position?”
“Yes, ma’am.” He took a swig of milk and snatched another cookie.
Once they were situated again, she resumed the movie. She didn’t wait long before laying her hands over his and leading them up to her breasts. His warm hands covered and caressed, his fingers and thumbs rolling over her nipples. John crooned “Take My Breath Away” in her ear, then trailed kisses from her ear down her neck. His right hand traveled upward.
When his fingers touched her throat, she lurched forward and off the couch.
“Whoa.” His arms flew out, and he froze.
