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My tone is soft but sure. “Now, Owen.” His lips find mine once more, making me whimper when he nips the bottom one.

He touches his forehead briefly in mock salute. “Yes, ma’am.”

Chuckling, I smile against his mouth.

His voice drops an octave. “I fucking love that you’re the boss and how you outrank all those men we were out with tonight. I can’t wait to see you in your flight suit.”

Well, that’s new.Michael hated me in my flight suit. Although, I guess his jealousy of my career progression mayhave clouded his perspective; he hated the fact I made the final cut at selection for the aerobatic squad and he didn’t.

“You’ll see me in it tomorrow.”

He winks so sexily that I can’t wait another second for him to touch every part of me.

“Just get me out of this dress and show me what this fun is you speak of.”

“So bossy.” He kisses the side of my mouth, moving to the shell of my ear, before peppering kisses down my neck.

“Do it now, Owen,” I groan.

“Yes, ma’am.”

6

JADE

I pull my dress up over my head, and it lands with a loudsplatas Owen throws it onto the poolside.

I’m not at all uncomfortable with him looking at me now, knowing he doesn’t care about my post-pregnancy body,andbecause he makes me feel safe, and our wet bodies almost collide when he pulls my lips back to his. Only this time, he’s not gentle or patient and I don’t want him to be.

His firm hands find my ass as he lifts me, and with a timbre to his voice I’ve not heard from him before, he instructs me to wrap my legs around him.

As soon as I’m locked around him, he pushes me through the dense blue water with ease, as if he’s parting the Red Sea.

Deepening our kiss, he curls his tongue around mine, expelling a low groan, and I can’t help the sound that leaves my throat either as my panty-clad pussy rubs against his hard length.

“Jade,” he gasps.

“Owen,” I respond boldly. “I want you.”

Chest to chest, he nips at my mouth, peppering small kissesacross my jaw and neck as he glides through the water. “You’ve no idea how much I love hearing those words.”

“All night I’ve imagined your lips on mine, your taste, your touch, all of it.” I want to reassure him because I know he’s felt unwanted for so long.

I arch my neck, giving him permission to continue kissing me, and the waves lap against my outer thighs, and with every step he takes toward the shallow end of the pool, I rub my center along his thick length, making me shiver with need, my desire for him wetting my already soaked panties.

“You’re big.” He is. Much bigger than I’ve experienced.

“And you are so fucking sexy, Hotshot.”

Uncharacteristically, I giggle girlishly when he calls me that. “Hotshot?” I ask on a gasp when he lifts me onto the edge of the pool, tugs the cup of my green lace bra down, and sucks my pebbled nipple into his mouth.

I pull him into my chest because I want more, and my sex drive suddenly shoots into overtime as he awakens my dormant desires.

“I’m not showy,” I admonish. “Hotshots are flashy and uncouth.” My words are breathless. He makes it increasingly difficult to concentrate as he rolls his tongue around the outer edges of my areola.

“You are neither of those things.” Licking, sucking, and gently biting my dusky-pink nipple, he expertly unclasps my front-fastening bra and moves to the other breast, giving it the same attention before climbing kisses up my décolletage and neck. Clinging to the back of his neck, I spread my legs wide for him, needing him to be closer, as he slides my bra straps down my arms.

“You are successful, though. You can’t deny that. The only female aerobatic pilot ever to fly for the Royal Air Force,” hemumbles in wonder against my skin while his lips seek out the perfect spot behind my ear, sending tingles down my back, unleashing a warmth deep in my core as my pleasure builds. I can’t make sense of anything that is happening between us. He’s barely touched me and I am so frigging turned on I might explode.

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