Page 28 of Falling for the Playboy Pilot

JANNA

I was so pissed I could hardly see straight. But I was playing it off. He humiliated me.

I stomped across the hangar, pulling my arms from the sleeves of my flight suit and letting it hang around my waist. My heart thundered as my boots slapped against the concrete. I knew I probably looked like hell on wheels.

Good. I felt like it.

Dalton stood watching me, looking all sexy and godlike. I knew what that body looked like naked. I knew the tattoos that covered his skin. I had touched them with my fingers and tongue. Rode the man like he was a bucking bronco. He’d given me multiple orgasms.

And now I wanted to punch him in the face.

He seemed to pick up on my anger and started to edge away.

“Don’t you run away from me,” I snapped.

“I’m walking away from them.” His reply was calm and just a little too cocky for my liking.

“I want to talk to you!”

“Looks like you want to stab me, and I’m not about to let that happen in front of twenty people.”

“Dammit, Dalton! Stop!”

He kept walking back to the dorm, which was empty now with everyone on the field. I stomped behind him, pissed that I was breathing hard after having to practically run to keep up with his long strides. That was infuriating icing on my anger cake.

He opened the fridge and grabbed two cans of soda. He put one on the counter between us. I assumed it was for me, but if he thought a can of Coke was going to calm me down, he was dead wrong.

“Why did you do that?” I said. “Why did you fly over to babysit me?”

He opened his mouth—maybe to calm me, maybe to apologize—but I didn’t give him a chance.

“I had it under control,” I spat. “My hands were steady, my altitude was solid, I was tracking the thermals and keeping the plane right where it needed to be. I was flying . And if you hadn’t swooped in I would have been fine. I am fine.”

My insides vibrated but I refused to show it. Instead I glared. I tapped into the anger. The fear had been momentary. And if I was honest with myself, I could admit his calm voice in my ear had calmed me. It had grounded me and given me a few seconds to regain control.

He nodded slowly. “Okay. You were handling it. But I heard your voice. That’s not you. I know you, Janna.”

His words made my heart clench. He knew me. Why did that feel so intimate? Like he was caressing my very soul?

But I was pissed.

I clenched my jaw. “I was dealing with it. I’m not a rookie. You didn’t need to jump in and save me.”

He shrugged and took a drink like we were just having a casual conversation. “I didn’t save you. I kept you alive.”

I couldn’t choke back the retort quickly enough. “ I kept me alive!”

He exhaled and put the can down. “You’re part of the team. Your life has value. If you get hurt, if you go down, that changes everything. It’s not just you. Laser was up there with you. We look out for each other. Don’t make a big deal out of it.”

As infuriating as it was, I understood why he had done what he did.

“You interfered with the plan,” I said. “You should know better.”

He raised a brow. “I do know better. That’s why I waited half a second before I made the call.”

“That’s not your call to make,” I said, voice shaking. “We follow procedure unless we absolutely have to?—”

He cut me off. “And I absolutely had to. It’s what you do when someone you care about isn’t responding. You help. You step in. That’s what I did.”

I snorted then, but it was bitter. “Care about me? You? Since when?”

He met my gaze. “Since before I knew your name.”

Okay, fuck. That bruised my armor. I swallowed hard and almost didn’t hate him for it. But I couldn’t let him see.

“You don’t care about me. You don’t know me.”

His eyes raked over my body. “Yeah, I do.”

All my anger deflated. Damn him.

“So you care about me?”

“Yeah.” He shrugged.

“I thought you didn’t care about anyone,” I said.

“So did I.” His voice was deep and low. The same voice he used when he had been on top of me, inside me. He was staring directly into my soul.

“What are we supposed to do with that information?” My voice was breathy. I couldn’t look away from him. It felt like he was weaving a spell over me.

He smirked. “Shoot it in the head and bury it behind the hangar.”

“Wow. You’re a real romantic, huh?”

“Good thing I don’t do romance.”

“Don’t want it,” I replied.

“We can’t get serious.” He reached out and took my hand. The contact sent heat rolling through my body.

“I know that.”

“If it ever came down to the job or you, I’d choose you. Every single fucking time. And that makes me unfit for this job.”

I could feel blood pounding in my fingertips.

“And that’s why this thing between us, it has to stay just like it is.”

“Which is?” I asked quietly.

“Fucking. We’re fucking. I cannot get involved with you Janna.”

I felt myself shatter. Not mad. Not betrayed. Just disappointed. I knew why Dalton was setting the boundaries. It made sense. And I could walk away. I didn’t have to accept his terms.

But I shrugged. “Fine.”

“Fine?”

“Fine.” I said again. “But I don’t want pity or hesitation. You said you make the rules. Okay. Then your rules say there’s no emotional entanglements.”

“I didn’t phrase it that way, but yeah, that’s the only way this can work.”

“Great. Don’t go near me emotionally. But if this is gonna be physical, then rock my fucking world.”

He stared hard. Unblinking. The air between us sizzled.

He exhaled slowly. “Challenge accepted.”

I licked my lips, eager even though it would just be sex. But we were in the middle of the kitchen, and someone would walk in at some point.

“My room,” I said.

He smirked like he’d won. And dammit, he did win. But I wasn’t exactly losing. I needed the release more than he did, after flying through hell and making it back safely. And if he just wanted me to use him for sex, that was fine by me right then. I could sort through all my emotions later.

We barely made it through my bedroom door before he grabbed me by the waist and jerked me against him. My ass cradled his thickening cock. My body responded with a hunger born from adrenaline, speed, and danger.

His mouth went straight to my neck. The man knew where to touch to get me revved up.

“Get your damn suit off.” The demand sent shivers down my spine.

My fingers fumbled with the zipper until I got it down and only then realized my boots were in the way. “Boots,” I gasped as his hand reached down and squeezed my ass.

“Fuck ‘em. I don’t need them off.”

I groaned as he flipped me around and pushed my body against the door.

I turned my head to keep from suffocating myself with his heavy body pinning me to the hard surface.

One of his hands threaded through my hair, holding my head still while the other cupped my breast possessively.

He rolled my nipple between his thumb and index finger, making me gasp out his name.

“You’re so fucking mine,” he whispered in my ear before nipping at it gently with his teeth. “Tell me you want this.” His voice was rough and demanding all at once.

“I want this,” I whimpered, grinding my hips against him, needing him to touch me somewhere else. Anything to make this faster because holy hell he felt good against me.

He leaned around and kissed me, stealing my breath. His hand slid between us and then between my thighs. I did my best to open my legs to give him access. The man made me desperate for him.

His fingers found me through the fabric. I was already wet for him. The rough pad of his thumb circled my clit through my panties. I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out. The walls in this place were thin, and the last thing we needed was an audience.

“So fucking wet already,” he growled against my neck. “You like it when I take control, don’t you?”

I couldn’t form words. All I could do was nod and push back against him, desperate for more contact. His fingers slipped inside my panties, and I nearly came undone right there.

“Answer me,” he commanded, his voice low and rough.

“Yes,” I gasped. “God, yes.”

He pulled his hand away before getting me off. “Dalton!”

Then I heard the sound of the zipper of his flight suit. He spun me around to face him, his eyes dark with want. Both of our suits were pooled around our ankles. It was definitely not the regulation way to wear them.

“These need to come off,” he said, hooking his fingers in the waistband of my panties. “Now.”

To my shock, he tore them away. My eyes widened but I didn’t have time to think about what he had done. The panties were forgotten the second he pushed a finger inside me.

I dropped my head against the wall and groaned as he pushed in a second finger. The man knew how to work my body. It felt like we had been having sex for years rather than a handful of times. He knew every spot that made my body sing.

It took seconds to bring me to orgasm. I whimpered and moaned and rolled my head back and forth against the door.

“Dalton, please. I need you.”

“Fuck,” he hissed. “I can’t. These fucking boots.”

We were both desperate. It was crazy how much the man excited me. I had never acted like such a sex-crazed woman.

Dalton grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the bed. We both nearly tripped and fell with our pants around our ankles. Again, I would have laughed if my body wasn’t on fire.

He bent me over the bed.

“Condom in my drawer,” I murmured.

My ass was in the air, and I did not care what I looked like. I heard the drawer open and fall to the floor in his haste. It was good to know he was just as desperate as I was. A second later I heard the foil tear.

“Hurry,” I whimpered.

He grabbed my hip with one hand and guided his cock to my opening with the other. The first thrust was hard and deep. I had to clamp a hand over my mouth to muffle my cry.

“Fuck,” he breathed against my ear. “You feel so good.”

He began to move fast and hard. Hard enough to knock me off my elbows. I buried my face to muffle the sounds. The aggressive fucking had me seeing stars. Each thrust drove me higher, pushing me closer to the edge.

“That’s it,” he murmured. “Let go for me.”

His words were my undoing. I shattered around him, my body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. He followed seconds later, his own release tearing through him as he pressed his face into my shoulder. We both collapsed on the bed with our booted feet hanging off the edge.

I didn’t even want to know what we must look like with our bare asses and flight suits halfway down our legs.

Dalton kissed my shoulder and then rolled away. He pulled up his suit and then walked into the bathroom. I sat up, removed my boots, and slipped out of my flight suit. I was naked from the waist down when Dalton walked into the room all put back together.

“This can’t happen again in here,” he said, running a hand through his hair. “Too risky.”

I nodded, still catching my breath. “Agreed.”

He moved toward the door, then paused. “Janna?”

“Yeah?”

“You did good up there today.”