Turbulent Intrigue (Billionaire Aviators 4)

“Down the hall, on the right,” she said, her own voice husky and weak.

Ace carried her the short distance down the hall into her room. Her bed was a mess, the blankets twisted, the pillows halfway off. Ace set her on the edge, then swept all of it to the floor before he gently pushed her back and then climbed on top of her.

His mouth connected with hers again, even hungrier than before, as he devoured her whole, his throbbing package cradled in the safety of her thighs.

“I need you now,” he said.

“Then take me,” she begged.

Ace leaned away only long enough to shed his clothes and grab a condom, quickly slipping it on. She was thankful, because she hadn’t even taken a moment to think about protection. They didn’t really know each other, and they were jumping into this fast. She didn’t have time for regrets, though—didn’t want them.

Ace pulled off her pants, and then he was on top of her again, his thickness poised at the entrance to her heat, his heart thundering against hers, his fingers gripping her face. He didn’t move forward, didn’t lean down and kiss her, didn’t move so much as a toe as he gazed into her eyes. His look had such intensity, she felt too exposed under his gaze. She tried to turn away.

“Don’t do that. Look at me,” he demanded.

She wrenched her eyes back to his and felt the sting of tears prickle. This was too much for her to handle. It was just supposed to be sex—nothing more. But Ace wasn’t allowing her that freedom.

“Ace,” she said, her tone holding a warning.

His gaze never broke from hers as he surged forward, his thickness breaking through the barrier of her body and filling her completely. Pain shot through her for only a moment, and then the intimacy and fullness of him inside her was all she could think about.

But Ace stopped as his eyes widened, understanding dawning in his expression. He began to pull from her, and Dakota panicked. She’d been hoping he wouldn’t notice she’d never gone this far with a man, that it could simply happen without any fanfare. She was too old to be a virgin, too confident. She was a cheerleader. Everyone just assumed she’d been sleeping with everyone for years. She didn’t care what people thought.

“I’m sorry,” Ace said, his voice strangled.

“Don’t leave me like this, Ace,” she warned, her hips tipping up as she moved against him, the friction causing her to burn in new ways. “I’ve done things before, but I’ve just never felt the need to complete the act,” she told him, hesitating. “Until now.”

He groaned as he held on to her hips tightly.

“We can’t do this,” he said, though she could see her movement was pushing him over the edge of sanity. Good.

“We already are,” she told him, wrapping her legs around his back and wiggling against him.

It was obviously too much for him to take, because his eyes went wild again. He leaned down and captured her lips, thrusting in and out of her body. His powerful erection seemed endless as he rubbed against her sensitive walls while his tongue did the most delicious things inside her mouth.

Beautiful pressure built and built as he moved faster and faster within her. She felt sparks igniting, and she began shaking as her orgasm drew closer.

“Harder, please,” she begged.

Ace lost control as he gripped her hips and slammed inside her body. And that was all it took. She shattered in his arms, squeezing him deep inside her. He cried out at the added pressure, and then she felt him pulsing within her as she clung tightly to him.

The pleasure lasted forever—and yet it ended entirely too soon. Ace collapsed against her, their bodies wet with sweat, their breathing loud in the small room. Dakota was in no way ready to let him go when he pulled against her hold.

He turned them so they were on their sides facing each other, and she felt almost bereft as he pulled out of her.

“You should have told me,” he said, his voice much more controlled now. He looked angry.

“You wouldn’t have done what I wanted if I had,” she said.

At least he didn’t try to lie to her. “You should have told me.” He repeated that a few more times.

“You are killing my happy buzz,” she said with a glare. He looked at her in surprise. “If you’re going to keep grumbling, then you can leave.”

“Are you kidding me?” he said, seeming to grow as irritated as she was now.

“Nope. Matter of fact, you leaving is a great idea. Then I can lie here and relive this moment of ecstasy, leaving out this after-sex talk, of course.”

He glared at her. She gave him just as stern a look right back. They faced off for several moments before he let out an exasperated sound and jumped from her bed, snagged his clothes, and stalked off.