Turbulent Intentions (Billionaire Aviators 1)

A slight moan escaped her mouth, and that was it for Cooper. Her lips were moist and parted and he wasn’t resisting for a moment longer. Bending down, he captured her mouth, and together their moans floated around them.

With every rise of Stormy’s soft breasts against him, and the rhythm of her tongue mating with his, Cooper became harder and harder. Pushing her thighs apart, he rested his throbbing manhood against her moist opening.

She was clutching at his hair, no sign of regret within her. Gripping her hip tightly with one hand, Cooper leaned back slightly and then pushed forward, sinking himself fully within her heat.

She cried out—and Cooper froze.

“Are you going to keep playing games or are you going to admit that you know who I am?” he asked, suddenly furious.

He’d lost control for a moment, and he was still on the verge of doing it again, but dammit, he’d meant to talk to her first about this before plunging within her sweet folds.

“I . . . uh . . .” She wasn’t forming coherent words and he was growing more and more angry.

“Is this a game?” he asked.

With no other choice but to strangle her or let her go, he withdrew from her body, wanting to cry out at how wrong that felt.

“No!” she cried out, quickly sitting up with her arms wrapped protectively around her knees.

“What else am I supposed to think?”

She was quiet for a moment. “You didn’t want more than a one-night stand back then and neither did I,” she said, her voice still too quiet for him to figure out what she was feeling or thinking.

“Maybe I did want more,” he said. He thought of the locket he still had.

“Don’t lie, Cooper. It was a great night—but it was only supposed to be one night,” she said, irritation in her voice.

“Then what are we doing here now?” he asked.

“We were about to have sex,” she grumbled.

He went stock-still for a moment, but Stormy didn’t see the warning in his anger. She grumbled something else and Cooper shot to his feet.

“Is it sex you want, Stormy?” he demanded.

Now she was understanding the full extent of his anger. Her eyes rounded.

“Not when you’re ticked off,” she said, but her breathless excitement belied her words.

“If it’s a night of sex you want, that I can give you.”

Leaning down, he easily lifted her up and then began moving toward the staircase.

“Cooper, what are you doing?” She gasped as she hit his chest. “Put me down!”

“Gladly,” he said, anger and passion mixing within him. He made it to his room in record time and unceremoniously dropped her on the bed.

“Caveman,” she snapped, her voice still a bit breathless.

“Oh baby, you haven’t seen anything yet.”

And then the talking stopped as he joined her on the bed.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Stormy should have been furious with Cooper but all she felt at this moment was excitement. The need in his eyes was something she’d never seen before in a man, and she wanted him, but hell would freeze over before she would admit it.

“Do you like games, Stormy?” he asked as he straddled her on the bed, holding her arms above her head.

Her breath was coming out in pants and she almost hated him for making her want him so badly.

“I think you’re the one who likes to play,” she finally replied when he didn’t move.

“That’s right, baby. I do love games,” he said, his lips turning up. “And I win every single time I play.”

It took a moment for those words to process, and when they did a shiver rushed through her. She wasn’t sure if it was excitement or fright. But Stormy knew beyond a doubt that if they didn’t have sex very soon, she was going to perish for sure.

Suddenly, he leaned across the bed and reached over to his nightstand. She couldn’t see what he was doing, but then she sensed what felt like silk being placed around her wrists, and then she couldn’t move her arms. Next, a cloth was being placed over her eyes, and the already dim room went dark.

“What’s going on, Cooper?”

“We’re playing, Stormy,” he replied.

When Cooper moved, leaving her vulnerable on the bed, she twisted to get out of her binds. This was taking a turn she wasn’t too sure about.

“Are you too afraid to play now?”

The rush of air was against her ear as he whispered the words. Then his hand began trailing down her throat and over the swell of her breasts, making her core heat to molten levels.

Stormy could lie to him, tell him that she didn’t want to do this anymore, but her body would betray her. As his fingers swept across her nipples, they hardened painfully, and her back arched as a low groan ripped from her.

“I think you love this game,” he murmured, and then he was atop her body again, and even if she hated the control he had, she couldn’t deny how much she wanted this man to take her.

Still, she wouldn’t tell him that. Even if she had to continue biting her lip to keep from speaking.

Her erect nipples reached for him as his fingers smoothed down her quivering flesh. And when his tongue suddenly swiped the area he’d been touching, she did cry out, her body nearing an orgasm without him even moving below her waistline.

Then he was lying on top of her, and she felt his thickness pressed against her opening. She pushed her hips up, telling him she was done with foreplay, that she wanted him inside her. But Cooper didn’t give her what she wanted. ght moan escaped her mouth, and that was it for Cooper. Her lips were moist and parted and he wasn’t resisting for a moment longer. Bending down, he captured her mouth, and together their moans floated around them.

With every rise of Stormy’s soft breasts against him, and the rhythm of her tongue mating with his, Cooper became harder and harder. Pushing her thighs apart, he rested his throbbing manhood against her moist opening.

She was clutching at his hair, no sign of regret within her. Gripping her hip tightly with one hand, Cooper leaned back slightly and then pushed forward, sinking himself fully within her heat.

She cried out—and Cooper froze.

“Are you going to keep playing games or are you going to admit that you know who I am?” he asked, suddenly furious.

He’d lost control for a moment, and he was still on the verge of doing it again, but dammit, he’d meant to talk to her first about this before plunging within her sweet folds.

“I . . . uh . . .” She wasn’t forming coherent words and he was growing more and more angry.

“Is this a game?” he asked.

With no other choice but to strangle her or let her go, he withdrew from her body, wanting to cry out at how wrong that felt.

“No!” she cried out, quickly sitting up with her arms wrapped protectively around her knees.

“What else am I supposed to think?”

She was quiet for a moment. “You didn’t want more than a one-night stand back then and neither did I,” she said, her voice still too quiet for him to figure out what she was feeling or thinking.

“Maybe I did want more,” he said. He thought of the locket he still had.

“Don’t lie, Cooper. It was a great night—but it was only supposed to be one night,” she said, irritation in her voice.

“Then what are we doing here now?” he asked.

“We were about to have sex,” she grumbled.

He went stock-still for a moment, but Stormy didn’t see the warning in his anger. She grumbled something else and Cooper shot to his feet.

“Is it sex you want, Stormy?” he demanded.

Now she was understanding the full extent of his anger. Her eyes rounded.

“Not when you’re ticked off,” she said, but her breathless excitement belied her words.

“If it’s a night of sex you want, that I can give you.”

Leaning down, he easily lifted her up and then began moving toward the staircase.

“Cooper, what are you doing?” She gasped as she hit his chest. “Put me down!”

“Gladly,” he said, anger and passion mixing within him. He made it to his room in record time and unceremoniously dropped her on the bed.

“Caveman,” she snapped, her voice still a bit breathless.

“Oh baby, you haven’t seen anything yet.”

And then the talking stopped as he joined her on the bed.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Stormy should have been furious with Cooper but all she felt at this moment was excitement. The need in his eyes was something she’d never seen before in a man, and she wanted him, but hell would freeze over before she would admit it.

“Do you like games, Stormy?” he asked as he straddled her on the bed, holding her arms above her head.

Her breath was coming out in pants and she almost hated him for making her want him so badly.

“I think you’re the one who likes to play,” she finally replied when he didn’t move.

“That’s right, baby. I do love games,” he said, his lips turning up. “And I win every single time I play.”

It took a moment for those words to process, and when they did a shiver rushed through her. She wasn’t sure if it was excitement or fright. But Stormy knew beyond a doubt that if they didn’t have sex very soon, she was going to perish for sure.

Suddenly, he leaned across the bed and reached over to his nightstand. She couldn’t see what he was doing, but then she sensed what felt like silk being placed around her wrists, and then she couldn’t move her arms. Next, a cloth was being placed over her eyes, and the already dim room went dark.

“What’s going on, Cooper?”

“We’re playing, Stormy,” he replied.

When Cooper moved, leaving her vulnerable on the bed, she twisted to get out of her binds. This was taking a turn she wasn’t too sure about.

“Are you too afraid to play now?”

The rush of air was against her ear as he whispered the words. Then his hand began trailing down her throat and over the swell of her breasts, making her core heat to molten levels.

Stormy could lie to him, tell him that she didn’t want to do this anymore, but her body would betray her. As his fingers swept across her nipples, they hardened painfully, and her back arched as a low groan ripped from her.

“I think you love this game,” he murmured, and then he was atop her body again, and even if she hated the control he had, she couldn’t deny how much she wanted this man to take her.

Still, she wouldn’t tell him that. Even if she had to continue biting her lip to keep from speaking.

Her erect nipples reached for him as his fingers smoothed down her quivering flesh. And when his tongue suddenly swiped the area he’d been touching, she did cry out, her body nearing an orgasm without him even moving below her waistline.

Then he was lying on top of her, and she felt his thickness pressed against her opening. She pushed her hips up, telling him she was done with foreplay, that she wanted him inside her. But Cooper didn’t give her what she wanted.