Turbulent Intrigue (Billionaire Aviators 4)

They arrived at the restaurant, and Dakota let out a sigh of relief. As the group began piling out of the limo, Ace’s fingers rubbed along the side of her breast, and her nipples beaded painfully as her core pulsed with heat.

“This night is only just beginning,” Ace warned her as she stood up on shaking knees.

Ace quickly stood behind her and rubbed against her backside. She sucked in air at the feel of his powerful arousal pressing against her. Damn, she wanted to close the limo doors and stay inside with him. She had never wanted to jump into a fire as much as she wanted to right now.

This time it was Ace who positioned them once they were inside the restaurant. He sat in the back of a booth beside her, his leg pressed up against hers. When the group was relaxed, eating appetizers and chatting, he reached over and ran his hand from her knee to the top of her thigh, his pinkie finger nearly brushing against her panties.

She squeezed her legs together and barely managed to keep her moan of frustration and pleasure from escaping. Her forehead beaded with sweat, and she grabbed her water glass and downed the entire thing.

“Guess you get pretty hot doing all those routines,” Maverick said, looking like his comment was innocent, but at this moment she didn’t trust any of the Armstrong men. They surely all had to be as suave as Ace.

“Yes, it gets pretty hot and sweaty,” she said with mock naivety before looking Ace straight in the eyes. “We really do get a workout, twisting and turning in all directions. I’m always famished after a game.”

She blinked her eyes at him and smiled, loving the flare of fire in his eyes and how his jaw tensed even more. He squeezed her thigh in punishment, but she could imagine the sort of images rushing through his mind at her words.

“Don’t worry, darling. I’m definitely going to show you new moves,” he said against her ear.

“What was that, Ace? I didn’t hear you?” Sherman asked loudly.

“Nothing, Uncle,” Ace said as he looked down. Dakota snorted. She was both incredibly turned on and having a lot of fun at the same time. She could honestly say it was the best night she’d had in a while.

The rest of the evening continued with Dakota and Ace seeing who could torture whom the most. By the time it was over, Dakota wasn’t exactly sure who the winner was. Normally she came out the victor, so she didn’t know if she wanted to keep playing games with Ace or not.

Of course, she squashed that thought immediately. Dakota didn’t go running for water just because the going got rough. Or something like that, she assured herself. When the limo pulled up to her place, she was having a hard time balancing as she rose.

“I’ll walk you to the door,” Chloe said.

“Not a chance,” Ace interrupted. “I’ll do it.”

Not one person argued with the man, and she wanted to call all of them traitors. She refused to look any of the Armstrongs in the eyes. They might have an inkling of what had been happening the entire night, but it would only be suspicion and not fact. So she had to rest assured that she had kept it hidden.

The silence of the night was overwhelming after being in the boisterous limo, but Ace placed his hand on her lower back as she walked as quickly as her legs would carry her to the front door. She fumbled in her purse, looking for her keys, shocked when she found that her fingers were shaking.

“Are you nervous about something, Dakota?” Ace asked, oozing with smugness.

“Nope, just drank a bit too much wine with dinner,” she replied.

“I don’t think so,” he said, boxing her in against her door just as she wrapped her fingers around her keys. “I think you had fun playing tonight, and now that we’re alone you’re nervous,” he guessed accurately.

“Well, you don’t know me very well if you think I get spooked so easily,” she assured him.

“Hmm,” he murmured as he leaned his body against hers. His touch was incredible, and she couldn’t even begin to pretend she didn’t like the sensation of craving him.

His lips fluttered across her neck, and her heart thundered as she anticipated the moment his lips would touch hers. She’d kissed him several times the night of the wedding, and each kiss had been better than the last. She didn’t mind another taste of him one little bit.

“Are you going to pretend you don’t want a good-night kiss?” he asked before his tongue swept down the curve of her neck, making her lean her head back to get more.

“No,” she said. Why lie? It didn’t do either of them any good.

He looked up, delight in his eyes. His arms wrapped around her as he dragged her tightly against him, then pulled her leg up so he could settle between her thighs. He let her feel his arousal pressing right where she wanted it.

“I like a woman who knows what she wants,” he told her.

He quit talking as his mouth took her lips in a harsh kiss that sucked all the oxygen from her. Dakota’s arms wrapped around his neck as she clung tightly to him and gave back just as much as he was giving.

She squirmed against his body, heat overwhelming her as she got lost in Ace’s embrace. It would be so easy to let it all go and fall captive to him. She wanted to do just that, but she couldn’t—not yet. She’d just become another notch on his bedpost.

With reluctance, she finally pulled back, sure that her eyes reflected the same desire she saw in his. Her fingers trailed across his jaw.