Page 17 of The Pilot's Good Girl
Should take it slow.
But I’ve already tasted heaven between her legs, and now every inch of me is starving.
She looks at me from the passenger seat, cheeks still red, her lips swollen from kissing and moaning my name, and fuck if I don’t grip the steering wheel harder to stop myself from pulling over and ravishing her right here on the side of this lonely, dark road.
“You okay?” I ask, my voice husky with need.
She nods slowly, but I can see the deep hunger in those deep brown eyes. “Are you okay?” she counters teasingly, like she knows exactly how tightly I’m wound.
“I’m hangin’ on by a thread, baby.”
Her blush deepens. I reach over, trail my fingers along her thigh, and feel the little tremble that runs through her.
I smirk. “You keep lookin’ at me like that, and I’m gonna take you in the hallway before we even get the door open.”
She bites her bottom lip without looking away.
Fuck. I know that was intentional.
It’s crazy the effect she has on me.
Soon, I pull into the lodge, and the second the truck’s in park, I’m out and around to her side. She steps down and I grab her hand, walking in fast, purposeful strides. My grip is firm, and she lets me lead her to my room without hesitation, like she knows what’s coming and wants it just as bad.
The moment the door shuts behind us, it’s over.
I pin her back to the wall and slam my mouth over hers, running my hands all over her body—her waist, her hips, the curve of her ass. She’s kissing me back like she’s trying to consume me.
“You have no idea,” I growl against her mouth, “what you do to me.”
I lift her into my arms, and she gasps, her legs instinctively wrapping around my waist. I carry her across the room and drop her gently onto the bed.
“I want you,” I whisper, eyes locked on hers as I lean over her. “But not like that. Not yet.”
She blinks up at me, breath catching. “What?”
“I want to take my time. Learn every way you like to be touched. Every sound you make when I make you come.”
She lets out the tiniest moan, and I smile, dragging my fingertips up the insides of her thighs again. Her skirt is already hiked up. I hook my fingers in the waistband of her panties and pull them down slowly, teasingly…as if unwrapping the most sinful gift I’ve ever been given.
I kiss her knee, then the soft skin just above. Slowly. Tormenting her. Letting anticipation coil tight in both of us. Her breath is coming in fast little bursts, and I watch her nipples pebble through her shirt.
“Gonna make you beg, sweetheart,” I murmur, kissing higher.
She whimpers.
I slide two fingers through her slick folds again, loving how she jerks at the contact. She’s so wet for me, already sensitive from earlier, and I haven’t even started.
She whispers my name.
“No, baby,” I say darkly, lifting my eyes to hers. “Not tonight. Tonight, it’s Daddy.”
Her lips part, her eyes clouding with surprise at first. Then something else…something darker. Hotter.
“Say it,” I coax, fingers circling her clit again. “You want more? Ask Daddy.”
She gasps. “Please…Daddy.”
Fucking hell.
