Page 125 of Worth the Fall

“Guess there’s no time like the present to join the mile-high club, huh?”

Before I can process what he means, he lets out a whoop, swoops down, wraps his arms around my thighs and hoists me buck ass naked over his shoulder.

“Red or blue?” he asks, and I can only guess he’s making me choose a plane. I don’t have the heart to ask how he plans on joining any kind of club when there is definitely no room in either of them to have sex. “Decide.”

“Blue,” I say, and then cry out in shock when his hand smacks my ass as he makes his way over to the Piper. “Grant. What are⁠—”

“Shush.” He slowly lets me down so that I slide down the length of his body. The friction of my slow descent makes my nipples bud so hard they hurt, but it has nothing on the ache banging hard between my thighs. “We’re chasing the moment,” he says, flashing a smile before his lips are on mine again.

The trailing edge of the wing is at my back and he pushes my ass against it while we speak with tongues and moans instead of coherent words.

The adrenaline is a high, but so is the taste of Grant Malone. And, Christ, how I want more of him.

Our hands are everywhere and not enough places on each other. His fingers find their way between my thighs, and the groan he emits when they find me wet, willing, and wanting for him is enough to make me come on the spot.

But that’s cheating.

If he wants to make me come, he’d better work harder than that to earn it.

“Turn around,” he demands.

“Should I assume the position?” My eyes flash up to meet his, my bottom lip between my teeth as I make a deliberate show of turning around. I lay my torso and breasts against the wing and wiggle my ass in a tease as I hiss at the cool metal beneath my bare flesh.

“Christ, Em.”

“Are you gonna frisk me, Officer Malone?” I say in my huskiest of voices.

His chuckle rumbles through the space as I wait for him. The sound of his hand working over his own cock is chased by his groan of appreciation, and just knowing he’s doing that because he likes what he sees is fire to my blood.

“Frisking someone has never been so tempting.” His foot knocks my feet farther apart before he leans forward. “Spread ‘em,” he says in my ear, the scrape of his chin against my shoulder as he retreats again causing chills to race over my skin.

Then there is an anticipatory silence as he stands behind me and I wait. Adrenaline begs me to rush this, my need paramount, but there’s something about how sexy this is that has me biting my lip as I stand there, bare to him, aching for him to satisfy me.

I startle when his hands hit both sides of my right ankle before slowly sliding their way up my leg. When they hit the apex of my thighs, he rubs his thumb back and forth along my slit before pressing into me. The only sounds in the hangar belong to my hitched breath, his labored groan, and his thumb working me at a leisurely pace. And once he has me wanting enough that I’m pushing back against his touch, he stops, repositions his hands, and then starts his ascent up the other leg. But this time when he reaches the top, I groan when he removes his thumb without stroking me.

Then gasp when his tongue does it for him.

His tongue is hot and I’m wet and . . . holy hell. My eyes flutter closed at the feel of him. The tease of what’s to come. The desperation for all of him.

I wriggle under his manipulation and plead when he stops. He takes one long, last lick with a libidinous groan before stepping back so that our only connection is where his hand runs back and forth over the curve of my ass.

Every part of me wants him.

“Is there a problem, Officer,” I ask coyly, so very aware that he’s allowing me to continue this charade of control he’s afforded me for the past few hours.

I don’t think he realizes that he could ask me for anything right now, and I’d give it to him.

Something changed between us today. Shifted. The fear I had over him, about him, is gone. I just need to accept it. Everything in me is whispering that a jumping-high orgasm slamming through my system to remind me how incredible his cock is will help do the trick.

“It seems I have forgotten my handcuffs.” He chuckles and lands a smart slap on my ass.

“Oh, am I under arrest?”

“Definitely.”

The palm of his hand slides down the line of my spine.

“What’s the charge?”