Page 9 of Stalked By the Pilot

"God, yes. More," I echo back, because this is it—this is what freefall feels like without ever leaving the ground.

Kate's hands are wildfire, spreading across my chest with a fervor that could burn through the cotton of my shirt. Her fingers, delicate but demanding, tug at the collar as if to say, "This"—her touch is insistent—"I need this gone."

"Whatever you want," I chuckle, though the sound comes out ragged. It's a wonder, really, how she can make me laugh and moan all at once. Her nails graze my skin just beneath the fabric, sending a jolt straight to my core. "You'll have your way. Anything you want, baby," I promise, the words a low hum between us.

And then, because the taste of her lips is an addiction I've already surrendered to, I lean back in, our mouths colliding in a kiss that's all teeth and craving. But there's more of her I need to explore, to worship. So, I trail off, my lips embarking on a new journey down the tender expanse of her neck.

"Ben..." The way she says my name—it's sin wrapped in silk. My mouth finds the pulse point beneath her jaw, and I press a kiss there, hard enough to brand her.

Another.

And another.

Until the soft, needy gasps spilling from her lips become my favorite melody.

"Does that feel good?" I murmur against her skin, grazing my teeth along her throat, biting down gently. The gasp that follows, sharp and laced with pleasure, is the only answer I need.

My fingers pause at the hem of her dress, a tantalizing barrier of fabric that's done its duty for the evening. "You're killing me, Kate," I say, my voice heavy with desire.

"Then do something about it." Her voice is a playful dare, and I can't help but rise to the challenge.

I slip my hands beneath the material, gliding up the smooth expanse of her thighs. She shivers under my touch, a quiver that runs through her body and lands straight in my gut. The heat of her skin burns through the thin fabric, branding me, urging me on.

"God, you feel amazing," I rasp out as my fingers trace the curves of her hips, mapping her body like a territory I'm claiming for my own. My thumbs hook into the sides of her dress, pulling her closer until there's no space left between us.

"More," she breathes out, and I'm happy to comply.

With a growl, I lift her by the waist, and she wraps her legs around me instinctively. Her dress rides higher, a whispered promise of what's to come. I carry her toward the bed, every step charged with the electric current zapping between our bodies.

I drop her onto the soft mattress, following her down, my weight supported on my elbows as I hover over her. Her hair fans out, a honeyed halo against the white sheets, and those green eyes spark with a fire that tells me she's just as far gone as I am.

The air crackles with the kind of tension that tells you something big's about to happen. Clothes become a memory, scattered across the room like confetti after the party's reached its peak. I take in the sight of Kate, her body a masterpiece of curves and soft skin that beg for my touch. She stands before me, vulnerability etched into her every pore, yet she holds my gaze with a fierce intensity that says she's all in.

"Ben," she whispers, and there's a tremble in her voice that matches the one in my hands. God, she's beautiful—more than I could have ever imagined.

"Kate," I manage back, throat tight, words thick with the weight of this moment.

As if drawn together by a force much greater than us, we come together in a tangle of limbs and urgent need. Our naked bodies collide on the bed, heat emanating from our skin as we find new ways to fit together. My hands roam over her, mapping out the terrain of her flesh, memorizing each rise, each dip, like I'm charting undiscovered territory. And in a way, I am.

"Tell me what you want," I murmur against her ear, my lips grazing the delicate lobe.

"Everything," she breathes, "I want everything."

And I intend to give it to her. Our movements are frenzied, fueled by a passion that's been simmering since the moment our eyes locked. This isn't just physical. It's a meeting of souls, a dance as old as time itself. The world outside this room, this bed, fades away until there's only us, only this.

“But,” she bites her lip, and my heart plummets at that word.

“But what, beautiful?” It’ll kill me if she wants me to stop, but I’ll do it. By god, I’ll somehow do it. For her. Anything she wants.

“I’m,” she looks down, her cheeks turning pink, “I’m a virgin.”

I go completely still. A virgin? Holy fuck, I had never dared to imagine. Of course, I could never stand the thought of her with another man so I never even let myself think about it.

But holy fuck.

Mine. All mine.

"Kate, I—" The words are swallowed by a surge of emotion when she wraps her legs around me, pulling me closer, deeper. A rush unlike anything I've felt before courses through me when I realize the trust she's placed in me, the gift she's offering.

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