Page 72 of Come Fly with Me

At my place, I take a quick shower before grabbing some clothes and shoving them into a bag. I’ve got five days off before I have to fly again, and I’m hoping the next time it’s going to be with her.

When I get to her house, the garage door is already open, and I pull in, hitting the button to close it as I walk into her silent house.

“Taylor?” I call out, dropping my bag by the island in the kitchen.

There’s no response, so I wander out to the front foyer, stopping dead at the sight that greets me.

“Fuck,” I murmur, scrubbing a hand over my mouth.

Taylor grins at me, her naked body leaning casually back against the front door as she waits for me. I don’t move though, just stand here and take her in, watch as she pushes off the door and walks slowly toward me, my eyes raking over her body.

“Hey,” she whispers, her body only inches from mine now.

My hands fly to her face, cupping her jaw as I lower my mouth to hers and kiss her hard, backing her up against the front door again. Taylor lets out a throaty laugh that I immediately silence with my tongue in her mouth.

“God, I’ve missed you,” I murmur as our mouths crash together.

“Me too,” she breathes. “You remember what you texted me?” she asks. “About what you were gonna do when you saw me again?”

I pull back, grinning. “How could I forget?” I add, slowly kissing my way down her body until I’m on my knees in front of her. Then I do exactly what I’d told her I would.

Later, we’re lying in her bed, both of us still coming down from the high of several orgasms each.

“You know, I hate not flying with you,” I start, my fingers running up her spine as she lies against me, her head on my shoulder and her arm draped across my stomach. “But this whole reunion sex part is pretty fucking awesome.”

Taylor laughs, that same throaty laugh that makes me smile and gets me hard. “It is, isn’t it?” she says, propping herself up.

I smile up at her, brushing the hair back from her face. “How’d your evaluation go yesterday?”

I see the surprise on her face before she answers, “Good. It went really good, thanks for asking.”

My fingers continue to move over her warm skin. “Any luck with getting us a flight together?”

She nods, smiling now as she says, “How do you feel about Tahiti?”

My grin widens as I wrap my arms around her and pull her on top of me. “Beaches, sunshine and you?” I ask. “Fuck, I am in!” Taylor laughs even as I lean up to kiss her. “Thank you,” I murmur.

She’s smiling as she looks down at me, her eyes bright and filled with happiness. “You don’t need to thank me,” she whispers. “I wanted it, too.”

It’s subtle, but it’s there and I know both of us see it. A shift in this thing that’s happening between us. A silent acknowledgment that we both want this, and we are both prepared to work for it.

“How’d your flight home go?” she asks, folding her arms across my chest as she rests her chin on them.

I run a finger down her nose, shrugging as I say, “It was alright. Not sure I’ll be flying with him again, but that’s a good thing.”

She pushes up, her body stiffening a little. “What? Why? What happened?”

I wrap my arms around her and pull her close, kissing her again. “Nothing, babe,” I whisper against her lips. “We both just realized we don’t work well together.”

Taylor pulls back, her eyes searching my face. “It’s me, isn’t it?” she says, and the look on her face nearly kills me. “He hates the fact that you and I are together, doesn’t he?”

My eyes meet hers. “He does,” I admit, knowing she knows this anyway. “But he can suck a dick if he thinks I give two shits about his opinion.”

“Jake,” she says, her hand on my cheek. “He’s a captain,” she says. “He’s got power. He could make life really hard for you, could…”

“Taylor,” I say, kissing her quickly. “I don’t care about him. And besides,” I add, rolling us over so she lies beneath me now. “I’ve got my own captain, haven’t I?” Then I kiss her hard, silencing any more of her questions.

We spend the next few days together, working at the flight school and just hanging out. Our nights are spent in Taylor’s bed, making up for the week we’ve spent apart. It’s a surreal feeling to think we’ve only known each other a few weeks, but already I feel like I don’t ever want to lose her.

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