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  “I’m available.”

  At the statement, he looked to see a woman dressed in too-tight clothing. “Of that I have no doubt.”

  He strode off, ignoring her gasp of outrage. Barely slowing, he grabbed his jacket and made his way to the door. The night hadn’t gone exactly according to plan. With a snarl of frustration, he waved for a taxi. Slumping in the back seat, he gave the hotel before closing his eyes and using his memory to recreate the vixen from tonight.

  He half stumbled from the taxi to his room, only to fall face first across his king-sized bed. Yep. He was close to wasted. Real close. Granted, touching his mystery woman had made the drinks’ effects slip away. All his focus had been on her, her minty flavour and that skin, that delectable, tempting, hot-chocolate skin.

  All he’d wanted to do was bite, lick, and suck. Christ, even now—just thinking of her—his cock stiffened in his pants. He wanted her bad. Yes, he’d loved women before, but this was different. This woman got to him on a molecular level.

  “Fuck it!” he uttered, flopping on to his back. Eyes closed he tried to forget he’d just buried his best friend.

  He slept through all of the next day and was back at the bar the following night. Sat in the same booth and watched the door. He only nursed his drink this time. Hours passed, and he was ready to get up and leave when someone slid in across from him. He snapped his head over to growl, only to find himself staring into sparkling tortoiseshell eyes.

  It took him a few moments to remember to breathe. She put his visual recollection of her to shame. Unlike last night, her hair fell loose around her face. Her large eyes peered at him unblinkingly. How did she get here without me knowing?

  She reached out and took his drink from him, moving it to the side. He reacted swiftly, capturing her hand in his. Hers was almost delicate, but he could feel both strength and calluses. He threaded their fingers, pleased to be touching her again, and returned his gaze to her face.

  “Thought you had an early flight.” He stroked the inside of her wrist with his thumb.

  “I missed it.”

  “Babysitting tonight?”

  “Nope.”

  He swallowed. “Come with me.”

  Her response was to get to her feet and tug him up. He went willingly and drew her in close. Damn but he wanted to kiss her. Her confusion when he didn’t was obvious.

  “I kiss you now, sweets, and we will be fucking right here on this table.” He watched heat flare in her eyes, making them almost molten gold. “Let’s go.”

  He slid his arm around her waist and headed for the door. He moved the tips of his fingers in small circles on her hip. Outside he waved for a cab then looked at her.

  She wore another amazing outfit. A tight ribbed coral tank top and another short leather skirt, black this time. More fuck-me heels, the colour of which matched her shirt.

  “Why’d you come back?” he asked as the cab took them to his hotel.

  “I don’t know. I tried to get on the plane but I couldn’t.”

  He leaned close and nuzzled the side of her neck. She smelt as delicious as she had yesterday. He licked along her pulse and his cock throbbed at her answering moan.

  “You okay with this?” He had to be sure.

  She moved her head to the side, giving him better access. “Yes,” she said on a breathy sigh.

  He shifted and placed his hand on her thigh, stroking just above her knee on the inside. He kissed her. Sucked on her tongue and searched for all the corners he could find. She leaned into him, one hand settling on his chest. Her response was explosive and he wanted to be away from public eyes.

  The cab stopped and he barely looked at the man before tossing him some bills to cover the fare. Her hand in his, he led the way to his room. He was on her the second the door closed behind them.

  Control gone, he dominated her mouth as he gripped her ass and pulled her flush to his rampant erection, ensuring she felt it. Her fingers threaded in his hair, pulling lightly, and he growled, a warning, or a promise, he wasn’t sure.

  “Bed,” he rasped, tearing his mouth from hers. God, he was burning up. From the inside out.

  “No. Here. Now.”

  He fished a condom out of his pocket, freed himself, then sheathed his stiff cock. Pushing up her skirt, he found a fire-engine-red lace thong. “Shit, you’re killing me here.”

  He yanked on it, relishing how it snapped beneath his tug. There was no foreplay and no gentle words of love. He gripped the base of his cock and moved it along her wet slit then slammed home hard. Her scream of pleasure raced up his spine.

  Fuck me! He began to move within her hot, tight pussy as the velvet walls held him.

  Fuck me!

  Jaydee Amos moaned again and again, as the man pinning her against the wall drilled his cock into her over and over. He stretched her, filled her, and blew her mind. It was rough, and not at all sweet or tender. It was perfect.

  His mouth latched on to her neck as he thrust into her. She scraped her nails along the back of his neck and shoulder. Lifting a leg, she hooked it around his waist. He grunted, palmed a breast, and moved faster. She came hard when he tweaked her nipple and grazed his teeth along her neck. He erupted soon after that, his powerful body shuddering before seeming to sink into her.

  He drew back and she smiled at him, a languid smile. A well-pleasured smile. His tanned skin was covered in sweat. He had hazel eyes that burned with hunger. One hand brushed some of her sweaty hair back.

  “Bed now,” he demanded, whipping off his shirt.

  Her mouth went dry at the sight of his chiselled torso. He was all ridges and rippling muscles. She reached out to touch him, felt the sweat and dragged her fingers over one pectoral. Inside her, his cock hardened.

  When he withdrew, she bit back a whimper of disappointment. One that changed to a moan of approval as he shucked the rest of his clothes. Not an ounce of fat on him. His cock, again hard, stood out proudly from a nest of black hair. It was bare and the evidence of his cum was smeared along the head. He’d disposed of the condom. She stretched out to touch him, only to stop at his gravelled command.

  “Undress.”

  She removed her shirt and followed with her bra. His eyes darkened and she moved to her skirt. His cock bobbed and it sidetracked her for a moment.

  “Leave the shoes,” he said, dragging a finger around one puckered nipple.

  So she did.

  He laid her back on the bed and settled himself between her legs. She stared at him, lost in the intensity of his eyes. His fingers skimmed over her pussy and she widened her legs in silent invitation. He ripped open another condom and covered himself. She didn’t even recall him grabbing more foil packets. Then he slid the broad head of his shaft into her and nothing else mattered. Over and over again, he escorted her to the pinnacle of pleasure only to back off and start over. The first time had taken the edge off his need and now he seemed content to go slow. She burned all over as he flexed in her with nice, easy strokes.

  “Harder.” She worked her internal muscles.

  He shuddered. “Slow and gentle.”

  Her protest was stopped when he drew a nipple into the warmth of his mouth.

  “Ahh!” she cried, arching into him. “Oh…yes…sweet…” She continued to babble as he thrust in tandem with the sucks on her breast. So many sensations bombarded her.

  His rumble vibrated against her nipple as he powered deep and she exploded around him. She gripped him as he released the control and pistoned his hips into her. Over and over. Unrelenting. Like a machine. Willingly, she met each thrust, hungry for more, her heels grinding into his ass. He came with a roar and collapsed on her. The room smelt of sex and sweat.

  Exhausted, she barely moved when he withdrew and left the bed. She cracked her eyes open when his touch was on her feet. How sweet, he’s removing my shoes.

  Boneless, Jaydee sank against him after he turned off the light, climbed back into bed, and covered them with the blankets. Th
oughts of leaving were the furthest thing from her mind as he draped a corded, muscular arm over her waist and tucked her in close. She fell asleep with his deep breathing in her ear and his scent in her nose. There was also the warmth and security of his touch.

  * * * *

  She woke and lay still as her mind worked out where she was. This wasn’t her bed. Strong arms curled around her body, keeping her near…and warm. A head nestled into her breasts, stubble abrading her skin with each breath she took. She sought the clock and sighed. Time to get going.

  How to untangle herself? She shifted to the side only to freeze when warm lips settled over one nipple, drawing tight. Desire unfurled within her and she moaned, arching, before she realised it.

  A moan that turned to a cry of pleasure as he sank two fingers into her pussy. Her last coherent thought was, I can leave later. He brought her to another explosive orgasm, draining what little energy she actually had left. So, again, sated and fatigued, she drifted back off to sleep.

  Twice more she woke and attempted to sneak away. Twice more he fucked her back into exhaustion. The third time she opened her eyes and just lay there. She was so sore. In a good way, but so sore.

  “Close your eyes,” a deep voice said.

  Turning her head, she found him staring down at her. Him. I don’t even know his name. His hazel eyes still smouldered and, despite everything, she felt herself respond.

  “I need to get up.”

  “I am up,” he said with a languid wink. One large hand skimmed over her belly before settling with familiarity on her pussy. He used a lone finger to stroke her and she bit back her purr of contentment as she widened her legs.

  “Good girl.” In and out he moved the single digit. “I think I could get used to this in the morning,” he muttered in her ear as he slid inside her willing body with one smooth thrust.

  Me too.

  Accepting she’d not be leaving the bed anytime soon, she gave herself over to her stranger’s masterful touch. They spent all day in bed. One time when she woke, he’d brought some food to the room. After which they went back to bed. She didn’t understand, she was supposed to get him out of her blood yet the longer she was there it felt like he was deeper in it.

  She urged her aching body out of bed and dressed while he was in the shower. Sure, it was the coward’s way out but she knew all it would take was one touch from him and leaving would fall by the wayside. One ear tuned to the shower, she shoved her feet into her shoes and made a call.

  With one last, longing look to the closed bathroom door, she bit her lower lip and slipped from the hotel room, totally not understanding why leaving this man—whose name she still didn’t know—was so difficult. Forcing herself to leave, she closed the door behind her. She took a deep breath and strode from the hotel, clad in her club wear with her head held high. Not much later, a black Mitsubishi Spyder roared up to the entrance and she climbed in.

  “Almost a day,” the woman behind the wheel said.

  “Stuff it, Lexy.” There was no malice in her tone.

  “Same guy as the previous night?”

  She hung her head. “I couldn’t help it. There is…was…something about him.”

  Lexy laughed. “I’m sure. I saw the two of you in the hall at the bar.” A sideways glance. “Are you hungry? Bet y’all didn’t come up for air much.”

  She ground her teeth at Lexy’s over-syrupy Southern drawl. “Bitch.”

  Another laugh as Lexy tore around a truck going too slow in her estimation. “You know it. Besides, I would assume you’d want to go change and hide that big-ass hickey on your neck. I bet you have them other places, too. Don’t you? Thighs? Ass?”

  “Drive, you foul-mouthed bitch.”

  Jaydee leaned her head against the window and closed her eyes. Even now, she could feel the caress of his callused hands on her skin. Moisture began to flow and she shifted on the seat.

  Lexy whipped into her drive and pulled into the garage. “Come on, you go shower and change while I make you some food.”

  It was already dark, had been when she left the hotel, and Jaydee’s stomach growled. “Thanks, Lexy.” She trudged, sore and tired, into the house then to the guest room. After showering and dressing in something a bit more conservative—a bit more her—Jaydee made more flight plans. She had to get to her destination—staying longer had cut into her time of learning the area.

  After a filling meal, Lexy drove her to the airport and dropped her off. They shared a hug.

  “I want to know about this guy.”

  “I told you everything over dinner, Lexy.” She grabbed her bags and headed for the door. “I’ll call you when I land. Thanks for everything.”

  “Name!” Lexy yelled. “What’s his name?”

  Glancing back, she shrugged and placed her bags down. “I don’t know, we never exchanged them.”

  Lexy’s grey eyes grew wide as an ear-to-ear grin split her face. With a fist pump, she gave a wolf whistle. “I always knew you had it in you. Love you!”

  Jaydee rolled her eyes and ignored the stares. With a wave over her shoulder, she grabbed her luggage again and continued. Once on board the plane, she settled in her seat and sobered. There was a lot of work to be done at her new duty station. Best to be met with a clear head. She covered up with a blanket and closed her eyes, settling in for the flight. Jaydee fell asleep even before they reached cruising altitude.

  * * * *

  Two weeks later, Jaydee’s boots made very little noise as she headed to the briefing room. Her belly was full of knots, although she ensured none of her distress or unease displayed on her face. It was always difficult coming in to a new squadron. Even a test pilot one. And even more so when she was replacing a fallen pilot and friend.

  Voices, loud and male, drifted out into the hall and to her ears.

  “Who’s taking his place?” A slight pause. “I mean who’s filling his spot? Sorry, Casanova, I know no one can take Sidewinder’s place.”

  Casanova? Well, guess it isn’t hard to figure out what he’s done to get that nickname.

  The response was too low for her to make out. Then another man spoke. “Lieutenant Commander Jaydee Amos, call sign Dusti.”

  She paused right before entering. They were talking about her and she bet anything they were assuming her first name was initials. It normally happened. The next speaker’s voice made her pause it was filled with so much anger. “Jaydee, never heard of him.”

  She was right—they assumed she was a male.

  “Comes highly praised. Apparently some sort of hotshot pilot.”

  “We’ll see.” The angry one spoke again.

  Jaydee forced her legs to carry her into the room. Silence descended as numerous gazes fell upon her. A low whistle filled the air and several men eyed her up and down as if she was their next meal.

  “You seen the new chick, Casanova?” a blond asked.

  “Who are you?” a different blond questioned.

  She opened her mouth to answer only to see another man step into her line of sight. Her body reacted violently and expediently. Staring back at her was tall, dark and handsome from her wild and impetuous twenty-four-hour dalliance.

  Male laughter erupted. “Looks like she’s already smitten with Casanova.”

  He’s Casanova? Hell, he’s a pilot? And why is he here? She rallied and drew on the ice that flowed through her veins. Unbidden, her gaze drifted back to Casanova. His beautiful hazel eyes had narrowed suspiciously as he stared at her. She’d been doubted because of her gender before, it wasn’t anything new.

  “Who are you?” The question was repeated.

  She answered simply, “I’m Lieutenant Commander Amos.”

  You could have heard a pin drop. Casanova’s features hardened.

  “Hell no!” he snapped, fire blazing from his eyes. “You’re the pilot? Jaydee?”

  She couldn’t believe this was the same man who’d loved her so thoroughly and completely that night two weeks ago.
A gaze that had smouldered and stared at her with relentless hunger were now furious.

  “That’s me. Many people assume I’m a man from my name.” She shrugged. “I’m not.”

  “You’re a girl.”

  Derision dripped from his words. He prowled towards her, looking all kinds of hot in his flight suit. Around them, the room fell silent. She held his stare, her expression blank. He stalked around her, teasing her senses. Again, face to face, he scowled at her.

  “Have you even flown a B-2?”

  All remaining gentle feelings towards him about their shared night vanished in a puff of smoke. “Obviously, or they wouldn’t have sent me. Don’t try to measure your dick to mine, Commander. You’re sure to come up short.”

  Laughter erupted around them yet she ignored everything but the man going toe to toe with her. He crossed his arms, his glower deepening. It took a bit of time for her to ignore the power she knew rippled beneath the flight suit.

  “Can it, Cassano!” a new voice intruded. “Leave her alone. Listen up, everyone. We’ve been a man down with the loss of Walker, and Amos here is filling in. Until we get a permanent pilot assigned.”

  “Better not be too long,” Casanova muttered beside her.

  “Listen up, Cassano,” the CO demanded. “Nothing fancy today. We’ll brief in the air. Make sure you introduce yourself to Amos.” He slammed his book shut and left. Leaving her to fend for herself.

  A blond man—the one who’d previously called her ‘chick’—approached her, his blue eyes sharp and assessing. “I’m Keel. You’re my pilot.”

  She nodded, understanding that, if they were called up, he’d be the mission commander. “Dusti.” Keel didn’t offer his hand, just sized her up. There were two other women there in the room, but they didn’t look any happier to see her then the men did.

  “Meet you at the bird.”

  She nodded and watched the others leave. Falling in behind a cocky lieutenant, she reached the door a second before it slammed in her face. Tall, dark and handsome leaned against her exit from the room. Arms crossed. The pure sexuality he oozed made her waver a second. The anger in his eyes cooled her ardour.