Turbulent Intrigue (Billionaire Aviators 4)

“I’ll remember that,” he assured her.

“I suppose you can come in for a few minutes,” she said, swinging her door wide open. He didn’t wait for her to change her mind. He stepped into her place with confidence, immediately making it seem much smaller than it was.

When Dakota cleaned, clutter took over. It always appeared as if a tornado had swept through the room before she got things organized. She was still in the things-strewn-all-over-the-place phase of her cleaning day.

“I like it,” he said as he looked around and laughed.

Dakota moved over to her music player and turned down the volume so they wouldn’t have to keep shouting. Then she led Ace into her small kitchen and pulled down two wineglasses.

He uncorked the bottle and then waited as she poured them each a generous amount. Her first sip was heaven on her tongue. The crisp white wine was cold and refreshing. She most likely looked a mess, but he didn’t make her feel self-conscious. Even though she was sure her hair was sticking out in every direction and there was probably sweat beaded on her forehead, he looked at her as if she was the most beautiful woman on the planet. He was certainly good for her ego.

“What are you doing in this neck of the woods?” she asked him.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you all day. I decided I’d rather see you in person than picture you in my head,” he said, taking a step closer.

Dakota knew she could retreat, but there was nothing inside her that wanted to. Instead she closed the space between them, meeting him halfway. Ace’s eyes flashed in delight as he took her wineglass away and set it on the counter, then slowly slipped his arms around her back.

“You aren’t an easily forgotten woman,” he said, almost sounding angry about it.

“It’s always better to leave them with a . . . happy face,” she said, and he laughed.

“Yes, a happy face works for me,” he said before leaning down and kissing her on the corner of her mouth before his tongue traced her bottom lip.

“You know this is a bad idea, right?” she said, her voice already husky.

“Yep, I do,” he assured her.

“Okay,” she said, drawing out the word. “Since we have that out of the way, kiss me like you mean it.”

Fire flared in Ace’s eyes, and Dakota felt the burn all the way to her toes. He gripped her hips tightly as he pulled her up against him and his mouth crashed against hers. This was no exploratory meeting of the mouths. This was

pure possession at the deepest levels. Dakota was immediately lost in his embrace.

Ace backed the two of them up against her counter, then easily lifted her up, pulling her to the edge and pushing himself against her. She felt his thickness pressing on her, and she wanted to reach forward and feel him. She was sure he wasn’t going to disappoint her.

Ace groaned against her mouth before releasing her swollen lips and moving down her jawline to suck on her neck. She arched her back as his hands slid from her neck to her butt and back up again while he sucked on her skin.

She reached between their bodies and slid her fingers over the bulge in his pants, making him tense as he shook in her arms.

“You can’t touch me like that—I’m afraid I might go pure predator,” he warned through clenched teeth.

“Ooh,” she said, heat flooding her. Instead of backing away, she squeezed him through the denim of his pants, and he bit into her shoulder, a warning nip that only served to turn her on that much more.

She reached for the buttons on his pants, finding it difficult to undo them. His thick erection had drawn the material tight. She was up for the challenge, though, and after a few fumbles, she managed to get his pants undone.

She slipped her hand into his boxers and then felt his velvety-smooth hardness. Her core pulsed with need. Her body knew exactly where she wanted this to end. Her nails traced over the head of his arousal, and his excitement dripped out, making her squirm on the counter.

Ace leaned back, and she whimpered. Their eyes met. She could swear she saw fire in his expression. That only made her wetter. She leaned forward and kissed along his solid jaw, reaching around and sucking on his ear.

He tugged on her shirt, and she felt the material give beneath his strong touch. Her T-shirt was shredded down the middle in seconds. Dakota wondered if she was going to orgasm from the excitement of his obvious hunger for her.

“Damn, Dakota,” he said in awe as he leaned back, his gaze focused on her barely covered breasts, which were hardly contained in her bra. Her nipples hurt from rubbing against the lacy material.

He quickly solved that problem by undoing the bra and flinging it somewhere behind her. She didn’t care where it landed. He leaned down to suck her peaked nipple into his warm mouth. She cried out as her fingers dug into his hair, holding him right where he was.

He moved from one breast to the other until she was a puddle on the counter, barely able to hold herself up. When he pulled back, she tried tugging him forward again, but he shook his head. He lifted her from the counter, and she wrapped her legs around him.

“Bedroom!” he said, his voice almost unrecognizable.