Turbulent Waters (Billionaire Aviators 3)

“Oh, well, I . . . um . . .” She stopped trying to speak and turned away from him.

Nick’s mood improved, but barely.

“Is there a problem, doc?” he asked. If he was in pain, then she might as well know it was her inflicting it.

“No, not at all. We had a long day today, and tomorrow it will be even harder,” she said, her cheeks flushing at her choice of words, though she tried to pretend she hadn’t slipped. She tried adding an extra edge of sternness to her tone, but her voice was coming out too husky for her to manage it.

“I certainly have a problem that I’m pretty sure only you can fix,” he said.

She whipped around and glared at him. Her eyes remained on his face, no longer searching for injuries. He snickered before taking another sip of juice. Damn, he wanted her.

“It appears as if the current problem you’re having is no concern of mine,” she said tartly.

“Believe me, doc, my situation is all about you,” he said. Without even caring, he reached down and squeezed himself, trying to relieve some of the pressure. It didn’t help.

Her gaze snapped downward at his bold movement before going back to his face. The withering look she sent him should have melted him on the spot.

“You’re a pig,” she told him.

“I want you,” he replied.

“Well . . . find someone else.”

They glared at each other for several moments before he boxed her in against the counter. “Is that really what you want, doc? Do you want me to go find some other woman and kiss her like this?” he asked before leaning down and sucking on her neck. She gasped but didn’t push him away. “Or like this?” His teeth nipped her skin before his tongue came out and soothed the spot.

Next he pressed his body to hers, letting her feel his thickness pushing against her stomach. “Do you want me to slide inside another woman, make her scream my name over and over again?” he whispered in her ear before his tongue traced it. She shuddered in his arms.

“I don’t care,” she said in a little pant that betrayed her words.

“I think you’re lying. I think you want me to take you hard and fast, and then slow and long. I think you want to taste my lips while I’m thrusting inside your tight, wet body. I think you dream about me and wake up aching. I think you want this as badly as I do, but you’re too afraid to admit it,” he challenged her.

Leaning back, he looked into her smoky eyes before he groaned and leaned forward, pressing his lips to hers. Reaching behind her, he squeezed her ass as he lifted her to her toes and pressed himself against her sweet center. He wanted their clothes gone, he wanted to do this right.

“Nick,” she sighed. He wasn’t sure if it was a protest or not, but unless she pushed him away, he wasn’t going anywhere.

With a low growl, he grabbed her hips and lifted her to the counter before slipping inside her open thighs. He tugged her forward and rubbed himself against her covered core. It was almost enough to make him explode in his pants.

Hell, that would give him enough relief to last at least a few hours. Might be worth it just to not have to feel the constant throbbing. One hand holding her against him, he buried the other in her hair, ripping out her rubber band and inhaling the sweet scent of her shampoo as it drifted over him.

He nibbled on her bottom lip before deepening the kiss, before diving inside her mouth like he wanted to dive into her hot center. “Just say yes,” he practically begged. She whimpered in his arms as she pressed against him.

“Nick,” she said, his name coming out a moan.

“Let me love you,” he demanded before kissing her lips again. He took her hand from his hip and slowly slid it beneath the waistband of his sweats. Her fingers caressed his skin as he prodded her hand toward his thickness. He released his hold on her and nearly shouted with joy when she didn’t pull it from his pants.

He slipped his fingers inside her shirt and quickly unclasped her bra, his fingers tracing her hard nipples. She moaned against his lips, and he greedily drank the sound. She flexed her fingers around his girth, and he was a bit worried he’d never make it inside her. He might come in his pants he was so damn turned on. The slightest of touches from her had him falling over the edge, getting closer and closer to paradise.

“Nick . . .” This time the sound came out almost like a protest. No! They needed this, both of them needed this more than they needed oxygen. She had to admit that or he feared he truly would die.

“Just let me love you,” he pleaded. He pulled back to look into her eyes. “We both want it. There’s nothing wrong with taking what we need.”

She looked unsure so he kissed her again, a long, slow kiss. She squeezed his thickness and he dripped on her fingers. She ran her thumb over his head, and he wanted to tear open her scrubs.

“Please,” he begged. Never had Nick begged a woman, but he was more than willing to do so now. He would get down on his knees if she wanted him to. He needed to worship her body.

Her eyes glazed over as he waited for her answer. She pulled her fingers away and cupped his cheek. “We really shouldn’t,” she said, but to him it sounded like she was conceding.

“But we will,” he told her. He didn’t want to make it a question.

“Yes, Nick . . .” He felt utter joy at her words, and just as he was getting ready to respond . . . they were interrupted by the doorbell. Chloe’s eyes widened as her head whipped in the direction of the front door. She tried to break free of him. o;Oh, well, I . . . um . . .” She stopped trying to speak and turned away from him.

Nick’s mood improved, but barely.

“Is there a problem, doc?” he asked. If he was in pain, then she might as well know it was her inflicting it.

“No, not at all. We had a long day today, and tomorrow it will be even harder,” she said, her cheeks flushing at her choice of words, though she tried to pretend she hadn’t slipped. She tried adding an extra edge of sternness to her tone, but her voice was coming out too husky for her to manage it.

“I certainly have a problem that I’m pretty sure only you can fix,” he said.

She whipped around and glared at him. Her eyes remained on his face, no longer searching for injuries. He snickered before taking another sip of juice. Damn, he wanted her.

“It appears as if the current problem you’re having is no concern of mine,” she said tartly.

“Believe me, doc, my situation is all about you,” he said. Without even caring, he reached down and squeezed himself, trying to relieve some of the pressure. It didn’t help.

Her gaze snapped downward at his bold movement before going back to his face. The withering look she sent him should have melted him on the spot.

“You’re a pig,” she told him.

“I want you,” he replied.

“Well . . . find someone else.”

They glared at each other for several moments before he boxed her in against the counter. “Is that really what you want, doc? Do you want me to go find some other woman and kiss her like this?” he asked before leaning down and sucking on her neck. She gasped but didn’t push him away. “Or like this?” His teeth nipped her skin before his tongue came out and soothed the spot.

Next he pressed his body to hers, letting her feel his thickness pushing against her stomach. “Do you want me to slide inside another woman, make her scream my name over and over again?” he whispered in her ear before his tongue traced it. She shuddered in his arms.

“I don’t care,” she said in a little pant that betrayed her words.

“I think you’re lying. I think you want me to take you hard and fast, and then slow and long. I think you want to taste my lips while I’m thrusting inside your tight, wet body. I think you dream about me and wake up aching. I think you want this as badly as I do, but you’re too afraid to admit it,” he challenged her.

Leaning back, he looked into her smoky eyes before he groaned and leaned forward, pressing his lips to hers. Reaching behind her, he squeezed her ass as he lifted her to her toes and pressed himself against her sweet center. He wanted their clothes gone, he wanted to do this right.

“Nick,” she sighed. He wasn’t sure if it was a protest or not, but unless she pushed him away, he wasn’t going anywhere.

With a low growl, he grabbed her hips and lifted her to the counter before slipping inside her open thighs. He tugged her forward and rubbed himself against her covered core. It was almost enough to make him explode in his pants.

Hell, that would give him enough relief to last at least a few hours. Might be worth it just to not have to feel the constant throbbing. One hand holding her against him, he buried the other in her hair, ripping out her rubber band and inhaling the sweet scent of her shampoo as it drifted over him.

He nibbled on her bottom lip before deepening the kiss, before diving inside her mouth like he wanted to dive into her hot center. “Just say yes,” he practically begged. She whimpered in his arms as she pressed against him.

“Nick,” she said, his name coming out a moan.

“Let me love you,” he demanded before kissing her lips again. He took her hand from his hip and slowly slid it beneath the waistband of his sweats. Her fingers caressed his skin as he prodded her hand toward his thickness. He released his hold on her and nearly shouted with joy when she didn’t pull it from his pants.

He slipped his fingers inside her shirt and quickly unclasped her bra, his fingers tracing her hard nipples. She moaned against his lips, and he greedily drank the sound. She flexed her fingers around his girth, and he was a bit worried he’d never make it inside her. He might come in his pants he was so damn turned on. The slightest of touches from her had him falling over the edge, getting closer and closer to paradise.

“Nick . . .” This time the sound came out almost like a protest. No! They needed this, both of them needed this more than they needed oxygen. She had to admit that or he feared he truly would die.

“Just let me love you,” he pleaded. He pulled back to look into her eyes. “We both want it. There’s nothing wrong with taking what we need.”

She looked unsure so he kissed her again, a long, slow kiss. She squeezed his thickness and he dripped on her fingers. She ran her thumb over his head, and he wanted to tear open her scrubs.

“Please,” he begged. Never had Nick begged a woman, but he was more than willing to do so now. He would get down on his knees if she wanted him to. He needed to worship her body.

Her eyes glazed over as he waited for her answer. She pulled her fingers away and cupped his cheek. “We really shouldn’t,” she said, but to him it sounded like she was conceding.

“But we will,” he told her. He didn’t want to make it a question.

“Yes, Nick . . .” He felt utter joy at her words, and just as he was getting ready to respond . . . they were interrupted by the doorbell. Chloe’s eyes widened as her head whipped in the direction of the front door. She tried to break free of him.