Chapter 21
MITCHELL
“I’m really sorry about that,” I said. We were walking toward her room after driving back to our hotel. The mood had been broken. Any thought of getting her into bed was gone. It was no one’s fault but my own.
She slid her key in the lock and pushed open her hotel-room door. “Don’t be sorry,” she said. “It was exciting. It’s been a long time since I’ve had that kind of excitement in my life.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself,” I said. “I never meant for you to be embarrassed like that.”
“You did a good job hiding me,” she replied. “It’s not like I wasn’t there willingly.”
I stood just outside the door. “Thank you for going to dinner with me. I’m sorry the night went sideways.
First the restaurant, then the airport. I hope you’ll let me take you out again.
We’ll keep it friendly. I promise I will not touch you or do anything to make you worry about breaking any rules. ”
She smiled and reached for my shirtfront. “I was thinking you could come in and we could break a few rules behind closed doors.”
She jerked me inside and directly against her. Her mouth opened and she practically swallowed my face. My arms wrapped around her and pulled her against me. I kissed her back just as fiercely as she was kissing me. I held her tightly against me with her breasts smashed against my chest.
“Breaking rules left and right,” I murmured against her mouth.
I reached for the back of her dress with the short zipper. I jerked it down before pulling the straps down her shoulders. It was a frantic stripping away of the dress. The bra she wore was a flimsy, lacy number. I flicked it open and watched as her breasts spilled out.
“Damn,” I murmured with pure adoration. “You weren’t kidding when you said this was a great rack.”
“Kiss me,” she breathed.
I kissed her only to have her pull away. “Not there.” She grabbed my head and pulled me to her breast. I greedily suckled at the voluptuous offering. She jerked and pulled me against her at the same time. Her hands scraped through my hair before she reached for my shirt.
I pushed her away from me long enough to strip out of my clothes while she took care of her own. She walked to the bed and turned to look at me. “Hurry,” she said in a breathy voice.
“Stop,” I ordered.
She paused and looked at me. “What?”
I stripped off my boxers. “I want you just like that.”
She offered me a coy smile. “Then you better hurry.”
I sidled up to her and gently pushed my hand against her back. “Bend forward.”
She bent forward with her hands on the bed. I took a moment to admire her beautiful curves. My hand slid down her back and squeezed her ass. She let out a gasp of pure pleasure. “I need you,” she groaned.
“You have me.”
I slipped my hand between her thighs and pushed her legs open. I ran my fingers over her wetness. “That’s my girl,” I encouraged. “So wet.”
I slipped one finger inside her. I pushed deep and listened to her groans of ecstasy.
She was moving her hips, pushing against me while demanding more.
I pushed in a second finger and coaxed an orgasm from her.
She moaned and whimpered as her body wept over my fingers.
I could no longer resist the urge to have her.
I plunged inside her, throwing my head back and sucking in a sharp breath.
Heat enveloped me. The feel of her body squeezing mine nearly made me drop to my knees.
I held her hips and pushed in until I was balls deep in her slick, tight passage.
“Don’t move,” I gasped when she shimmied her hips.
“You can’t do that or I’m going to come right now.
You’ve been killing me these last five weeks. ”
“Killing you,” she murmured.
“I’ve wanted you since that night. I’ve craved this sweet pussy. You walk by me and shake your ass with your tits bouncing and all I can think about is throwing you to the ground and fucking you until we’re both screaming in pleasure.”
“Me too,” she grunted. “Always. It’s so bad. I get so wet thinking about it.”
Pleasure tore through me. “I knew it,” I hissed. “You looked at me the other day and I swear you were on the verge of a climax.”
“I was,” she whimpered.
I moved faster and harder. Her hair fell forward with my body slapping against hers. I reached forward and grabbed one of her breasts. I toyed with the nipple until she was coming once again. “That’s my girl. Give it to me.”
She dropped her upper body to the bed with her ass up in the air just like I liked it.
I rode her hard and fast until I found what I had been looking for since the last time I had her.
I dropped to the bed flat on my back with my chest heaving up and down.
I couldn’t catch my breath. It felt like she had squeezed the life out of me.
“Fuck me,” I groaned.
She was face down with her arms beside her. “No shit.”
“Are you okay?”
“I’m good,” she mumbled into the bed.
“Woman, you should come with a warning label.”
She laughed and turned her face to me before reaching out and putting a hand on my chest. “I know CPR.”
“I might need it.”
We lay together for a good five minutes before I felt like I could breathe again. I rolled to my side and trailed my hand down her back. Her legs were still hanging off the bed with her round ass begging to be touched. I kissed her shoulder and brushed the hair from her face.
“Are you hungry?” I asked her. “We didn’t get to eat much before we were invaded.”
“I am a little hungry,” she said.
I got up and dug my phone out of my pants. “What are you in the mood for? Tacos? Burgers? Pizza?”
She groaned. “Definitely not pizza.”
“How about some tacos?” I asked. “I love tacos after sex.”
“Gee, that’s very romantic. Do you always have tacos after one of your conquests?”
I gave her a quick swat on her ass before I dropped a light kiss on one beautiful globe. “That’s not what I meant. I like tacos after anything. Don’t be jealous. You will be the only woman I’ll be sharing after-sex tacos with.”
“I hope so because I should warn you, I have a mean streak a mile wide.” She giggled.
I sat down on the bed with one hand on her ass and my other hand quickly placing my online order for delivery. “Are you telling me you’re the jealous type?”
“I told you I don’t share,” she reminded me. “Not even a little. If I have to share you with the Navy, flying, and the Blue Angels, I’m not sure how much more I can give up.”
“We’ll figure all of that out,” I promised.
She rolled to her side and looked at me. There was something in her eyes that made me worried. “Are you okay?” I asked.
She smiled. “Yes. Just a little hungry, I guess.”
“Tacos are on their way.”
She got off the bed and went into the bathroom.
I noticed a box of Saltines on the small table.
She’d been eating those a lot lately. I pulled on my underwear and walked to the small fridge with the hope there was some water.
I was suddenly very parched. There were a few bottles of ginger ale.
I wondered if she was still feeling under the weather.
There were a few bottles of water as well.
I helped myself to one and sat down. She came out of the bathroom wrapped in the ugliest pink robe I had ever seen.
She grabbed one of her ginger ales and sat down across from me. “Does that happen a lot?” she asked.
“I already told you, I’m with you and only you now,” I said.
She rolled her eyes and laughed. “Not that. I guess I forgot you can’t read my mind.”
“Not yet.” I winked.
“The mob at the restaurant. Does that happen a lot?”
“Not a lot, but there are times when we’ll get an enthusiastic crowd,” I told her. “If there’s been a show and we’ve done a lot of meet and greets, people tend to recognize us. Normally, people don’t. I’m just another asshole in a long line of assholes.”
“You’re not an asshole,” she said.
“I am,” I said. “I don’t mean to be. It just happens.”
“Has someone told you you’re an asshole?” she asked.
I laughed. “A few times.”
“So, are there a bunch of women out there with pictures of you?”
“Is that the jealous thing again?” I teased.
“It’s weird to be dating a man that is a heartthrob.” She laughed. “I bet you some of the women have your picture on their walls.”
“I doubt that,” I said. “My stock picture isn’t exactly worthy of drool. I have to admit, I hate the flight suits. They fit awkwardly.”
“You know you look hot in it,” she said.
“Do you have my picture on your wall?” I joked.
She gestured her hand around the room. “Why would I want a picture when I can have the real thing?”
“Good point.”
“You guys inspire so many young people,” she said. “I remember when I was younger, I used to stand in line to get the autographed pictures. I was one of those kids that dreamed of doing what those pilots did. I used to fantasize I would be a fighter-jet pilot one day.”
“Really?” I asked with surprise.
“It was fanciful.” She laughed. “There was no way I was ever going to meet the physical requirements for a fighter pilot.”
“It’s a pretty competitive program,” I said. “I’ve seen some pretty good guys not make the cut.”
“I wouldn’t have made the cut and I was not going to be satisfied doing any other job,” she replied.
“I decided to go into the civilian field and get my pilot’s license.
I’m perfectly satisfied to fly the little Cessna.
I don’t want or need to be anyone recognizable. I’m perfectly happy with my obscurity.”
“The minute I’m off the squad, I’ll be forgotten,” I said. “I’ll be just as obscure as the next guy. I’m cool with that. I don’t need a fan club.”
“I’ll be your fan club,” she said. “As long as you don’t do anything stupid.”
“Stupid?”
“Reckless,” she clarified. “No reckless maneuvers—unless it’s in bed.”