Page 62 of Confessions of an Apache Pilot

“I already tied down our aircraft, and Karolyn has rooms for us at the transient bunks. I’ll meet you over there in a few minutes,” I replied, shaking my head at their caveman way of communicating. It was the most peaceful exchange I could hope for from the two of them.

Nick paused for a moment, then turned and walked away. I should go with him. I should walk away now. I shouldn’t just stand here waiting to make sure that Nick was gone. I definitely shouldn’t be looking around to make sure that Mark’s team was also gone. I needed to say goodnight and go to bed. That wasn’t what I wanted anymore. It took all of this back and forth for me to really see it. I’d asked him for friendship, and he’d agreed. I wondered what he’d do if I asked for more now.

I turned back to Mark. “Come with me,” he said, grabbing my wrist gently and moving away from the airfield. He’d taken the decision out of my hands and I was happy to go along with him. My skin flushed with goosebumps when his fingers slid over my wrist. My legs, clearly wanting in on the action, followed obediently.

“Where are we going?” I asked. His grip loosened, he was about to let go. My hand, acting completely on its own, twisted and interlaced our fingers. He looked at me, surprised, but then flashed me a quick smile and gave my hand a gentle squeeze before letting go. Probably so that no one would see us holding hands. My heart melted at his smile and I had to actually suppress what would have been a loud sigh.

“I want to show you something.” We continued off the airfield and walked along a road lined with large concrete T-walls. Despite the clouds, the moon was starting to peek through and light up the area. It was surprisingly bright.

And wonderfully romantic. If moonlit walks along razor wire topped concrete walls was your thing. And still my heart was beating with all the excitement of a school girl on her first date.

We stopped at a large wooden platform that was built along the wall. A wooden ladder leaned against it, reaching to the top. We climbed up the ladder onto the platform. It was just high enough to look over the T-walls. On the other three sides was a railing. It was an observation platform, built just right so that you could look outside the base without being vulnerable.

“Take a look out there,” he told me. I stepped up to the edge and looked out. My heart jumped again when he placed a hand on my back, nudging me to the wall. With the help of the moonlight, I could see an old building. It had a tower on one side with small windows, less than a foot high, spanning the height of the tower. The walls on either side were about six-feet high, making a square around the tower. “Those are the horse stables of Alexander the Great.”

I reached up and brushed some loose hair back behind my ear. “Are you serious? They must be two-thousand-five-hundred-years old, and we’re fifty feet away?” I was floored. Yet again, he managed to drop another amazing surprise in my lap. “Mark, this is amazing. Today, tonight, was incredible.” I turned around to face him. “I’m so sorry for the way I’ve jerked you around. I just have a hard time-” His finger on my lips put a stop to my babbling apology.

I don’t know what I thought would happen next. Whatever I was planning to say didn’t matter, because he pulled me into his arms and dove into a kiss. My knees went weak, my whole body sliding down, but as always, he was there to lift me up.

My God I missed this.

He ran one hand around the back of my waist and pulled me tight against his body, the other hand found its way to the top of my back, ensuring that I couldn’t break the kiss off before he was ready. Not that I could anyways. The way his lips were pressed against mine, his tongue sliding into my mouth, pressing and swirling against mine, I was powerless to stop him.

The dark part of my mind told me to push him away. It was the final attempt to sabotage my happiness. It said I should turn my head and tell him to stop. I silently told it to shut the fuck up. Instead of running away, I stroked my hands up his sides, feeling every muscle on the way up. I grasped his shoulders, firm and tight, and dug my hands in like I was holding on for dear life. These are the things I’d been working to avoid for so long, and now here I was pushing against his tongue with mine, sweeping the insides of his lips. My brain gave one last attempt to tell me that I most certainly shouldn’t be moaning with the release of this pent-up desire to feel him wanting me again.

Except that I was. And there was no way I was going to be the one to stop. I was done running. If he wanted me, I was his and I had every intention of making him mine.

CHAPTER 36

Jen

He must have sensed my internal struggle because he paused, arms still wrapped around my body. His forehead rested against mine, lips hovering so close they brushed my own. Damn him and his sense of honor, bringing me to the brink but never forcing me. For once I didn’t hesitate, I refused to back down. I didn’t give him a chance to speak, I answered his question, all his questions, before he could ask.

“Yes.”

It was loud enough and he understood without me needing to elaborate. Mark tightened his grip around my waist and pulled me in against his body so fast that I yelped. It felt so good to be wrapped up in his arms again. I slid my hands around his head and ran them through his hair while he kissed me. I parted my lips and he immediately filled my mouth with his tongue. I moaned and leaned into him. It was more intense than the last time. The first time there had been pent up frustration. This was different. There was something else behind his intensity, almost a possessiveness.

He pushed me back against the railing, seating my ass on top of it and pressing my back against the concrete wall. It was cool, sending a shiver of sensation through my body, electrifying every nerve. He grabbed my shirt and pulled it over my head. My hair fell out of its bun and fanned out around my shoulders. He reached his hand into the back of my hair and grabbed a fistful, pulling my head back. I hissed as I sucked in air from the sting. My pussy throbbed violently. I loved the way he took control. I loved the way he looked at me, like he couldn’t get enough.

He leaned in to kiss me but stopped just short of contact. My jaw was quivering as I tried to make contact with his lips. He bit my lower lip and tugged gently. Then he kissed my neck, my bare shoulder, and my chest just above my breasts. His lips brushed my skin, causing it to pebble into goosebumps everywhere he touched.

Mark let go of my hair and grabbed the front of my bra with both hands and gave it a hard tug, ripping the front and letting my breasts spill out. I bit back a moan. That was so sexy. Who knew I’d enjoy having a man literally rip the clothes from my body?

He pushed me back. I put my hands on the railing, steadying myself as I leaned back. Bending over, Mark reached an arm behind me, helping to balance me, and sucked my nipple into his hot mouth. Breath stuttered in my chest as sensations set my body on fire. He must have heard the strangled sound of pleasure I made because he glanced up at me. I smiled a wicked smile, and put my hand on the back of his head to put his focus back on my breasts.

Oh my God, this is so good. What was my problem? Why has it been so hard to just be honest with him? He thought I was playing games, but I wasn’t trying to. I was just trying to protect myself.

He stopped and looked up at me and smiled. My heart melted. He won’t hurt me. As that thought bounced around in my head, I actually believed it. This man had put up with a lot from me. He still had no clue why I’d been running, but with one word he’d come back and forgiven me.

He looked back down and licked my nipple, then gently put his teeth on it and gave a soft bite. I hissed through my teeth as I felt wetness building in my core. He had an ability to reduce me to a shaking mass of need in only a few moves. It was concerning, it was irritating, it was hot as fuck. I never wanted him to stop.

He kissed me between my breasts and ran his tongue down to my waist. Mark knelt in front of me and unbuttoned my pants, sliding them off over my boots. He grabbed my panties and slid them down to my ankles, then pulled in opposite directions, ripping them open and freeing my legs. I held my breath, my mouth open, and my clit throbbed as I watched him rip past the last barrier keeping me from him.

Mark pushed my knees open and ran his hands over my thighs to my core, then leaned forward and licked from the bottom of my lips all the way up to my clit. I cried out at the surge of pleasure. As good as his tongue felt in my mouth, it was even better on my clit. My hips lifted, trying to get closer to him. I needed to feel his mouth everywhere, to lose myself in the way he made me feel. It was all I could do to not fall off the railing.

Why did you deny yourself this? Why did you deny him?

I tried to reach my hands down to his head, to stroke his hair. They never made it because he did some flicking motion with his tongue that forced me to grab wildly onto anything that was nearby. My arm slapped the wall behind me, I tried to dig my hands in, like twisting a bed sheet. For a moment, I thought I might actually dig my fingers into the concrete, I was gripping it so hard, as he kept pushing my pleasure higher and higher. His tongue felt so good I couldn’t sit still. My breath was gasping out of me and I was letting out an almost continual moan.

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