Page 60 of Love at First Flight

“Going where? I just got here.”

“I’m going to take you out on a date.”

“Right now?”

“I thought that’s what we were doing,” he said. “You’re not hungry?”

“No, I can eat but... You know that brewery where I went for my last date—”

At the mention of that place, his hackles rose in response to being reminded of the other man who got to date her before him. “Are you kidding me? I’m not taking you back to the same place where that dump truck took you. I can do better than him. A lot better.”

“It’s not that, but there’s a fish and chip food truck in the lot behind it, and I’ve always wanted to try—”

“We’re finally going on a date, and you want me to take you to a food truck? I wanted to shower you with steak and flowers.” He wanted to give her a lot more. He was going to woo her so much, she’d never forget this was a real relationship, and he wasn’t planning on ever stopping.

Her hand slipped along the button placket of his shirt, her eyes turning soft and alluring, her beautiful lips becoming pouty and irresistible. “But I don’t want steak and flowers, Ranger Dex. I want fish and chips. And I’m not really dressed for some place fancy. I’m still wearing my work clothes and feeling a little grubby.”

He couldn’t argue, as this was the same status for him. “Yeah, I guess I could use a shower too.”

“You’re a park ranger, so you already know this,” she said, as she pressed a kiss to his collarbone, “but water conservation is very important in the High Desert. We should probably share.”

“Someone is being responsible again and you know I find that trait very sexy.”

“Mm-hmm. How about this? We take a shower, get fish and chips to-go, and then maybe we can streamGalaxy Quest?”

“Are you sure that’s what you want?”

“Yeah, but mostly, I just want you.”

Dex pulled her into his house, but they didn’t get very far past the front door and nowhere close to the shower, at least not yet.

“God, I missed this house,” Selah said, pushing off her shoes and helping him get his off too.

“You did?”

“Yes, it’s just so lived-in. And it’s wonderfully comfortable and familiar, sort of like you.”

“And also weird because of the whole crow thing,” he said, nodding toward Harper, who was busy tearing some junk mail on his desk.

“I think it’s very sweet.”

He pulled off her tank top because he couldn’t wait any longer. In doing so, the aviators on her hairline fell to the ground. He retrieved the glasses, setting them carefully on his entry table. One of these days, he’d let her take him while wearing only the aviators, but at the moment, he missed her too much to not look into her eyes.

Selah, a woman on a mission, roughly undid the buttons of his uniform shirt, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses across his chest, as she yanked it off and shoved a hand down the front of his pants to fondle him.

His heart thudded against his chest, his breath catching. “Seriously, honey, I’m kind of gross from work still.” Dex didn’t want her to stop, but a warning was the polite thing to do.

“Dex, honey, I love you, so I don’t find you gross. What’s the point of a shower if you can’t get a little dirty beforehand?”

That snapped him from all his concerns. Grabbing his wallet from the key bowl, he lifted her with one arm, carrying her to his sturdy wooden kitchen table and plopping her on the edge of it. From there, he quickly pulled off the rest of their clothes, giving himself a few moments to appreciate her nakedness while he located the condom in his wallet and rolled it on himself. As frenzied as he felt, he slid into her slowly, helping to support her upright position by wrapping his arms around her frame as he pressed his face into her neck. He couldn’t wait, establishing a rhythm quickly as he slid in and out. She moaned, scratching her nails along his neck, and it was the sexiest thing he’d ever heard.

As he continued rocking against her, he took her jaw in hand, tilting it upward. “I want to hear you say it,” he said, his breath short and his tone rough and stern.

Her gaze on him was soft and hazy, but after a moment, she gave a small whimper and replied, “Ooooh, Dex, honey. Your dick feels so good.”

He paused. “What? I mean, thank you, but what I want to hear is that we’re...” He gestured with a hand to fill in the blank.

“Dating?” she guessed.

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