Page 48 of Fly Boy
She shrugs, a faint blush creeping across her cheeks. “I try to beat the moment theboomhappens. It’s like a little game I do to start the day.” She palms her chest. “Gets the heart pumping.”
“At five o’clock in the morning?”
“Professional athlete, remember. I get up to train every morning at that time.” Her eyes widen. “Shit, it woke you up, didn’t it?”
I shake my head.
“Oh.” She frowns as she fights a yawn. “Then what are you doing awake?”
“Pilot to a professional athlete,” I tease, not daring to tell her that I’ve been awake for hours, watching her sleep because I know I’ll never get the chance to again. “Can’t be late to fly her bratty ass every weekend, can I?”
Her smile is breathtaking as she shoves my shoulder with a laugh. She edges closer to me, her fingers ghosting below my collarbone as she begins tracing the compass on my skin. “I like this side of you.”
“What side?”
She pushes up, balancing on her hand, and presses her lips to my ink. “Your playful side. You don’t show it very often, but when you do…I kind of like it.”
“Pippa,” I warn. My stomach coils something fierce as she kisses along my shoulder. I don’t want her to stop, but we agreed…
“I know,” she whispers, looking at me from under her lashes as if thinking the same thing. “I just wanted to let you know that.” Rolling away, she slides off my bed, completely unfazed that she’s naked as she stands before me, thumbing toward my bathroom. “I’m going to use your shower before I leave. Can’t go home smelling like sex now, can I?”
A primal part of me wants her to go home smelling of what we did last night. My dick twitches at the thought, and my mind replays the way she came so beautifully with my name on her lips.
I swallow a groan as I shove up from the bed and slowly stalk toward her. Pippa’s gaze lowers down my body, its heat like a scorching lick of flames that burn everywhere. My cock goes from half-hard to stone in a matter of seconds, the reaction a painful confirmation that the lust I thought would have dissipated if I gave in just once has gone nowhere.
Especially when I look at her sex and sleep-tousled hair.
She’s a fucking vision. Bare and beautiful and breathtaking.
Pippa bites her bottom lip, swallowing thickly as her irises darken when she notices my erection. The same look of arousal that was my goddamn downfall last night threatening the same thing this morning.
“Or maybe you’d like to join me?” Her voice has a new rasping quality to it, something I haven’t heard before and wish I could listen to a lot more.
My fingers coil into fists, and I keep walking past her, afraid that if I stop, I’ll take her up on her offer. Stepping into thebathroom, I grab her what is probably my last clean towel and bring it back into my room.
She takes it from me with a pout. “Buzzkill.”
“Your clothes are over there, too,” I croak, motioning toward her clean and dry leggings, t-shirt, and underwear folded on a seat in the corner of the room.
She gapes at me, surprise coating her expression. “You washed my stuff.” Her attention snaps to the bed, where her phone peeks out from beneath the pillow. “And you charged my phone.”
I itch the back of my head, a little self-conscious about my late-night housework. “I didn’t want anyone to worry if they couldn’t reach you.”
She nibbles on her lower lip again, except this time it’s innocent compared to the salacious way she did it before. And still, both sights do silly things to my head.
“Thank you,” she whispers, the tension surrounding us palpable. I’m acutely aware we’re both still naked, mere inches from each other, the temptation lingering for one of us to reach out and take it.
Pippa hesitates, shaking her head like she’s clearing it before disappearing into the bathroom. Even through the wood, I can hear the shower run, my pulse spiking as I imagine her stepping under the water, tilting her head back, closing her eyes.
Her invitation is suddenly near impossible to resist. But I’m a grown man. I can control myself and my traitorous feet that inch closer, my toes grazing the door.
I will not turn that handle and walk inside…
Pushing open the shower door and joining her is out of the question…
Lifting her against the tiles and sinking inside her is a bad idea…
My fingers grip the handle, the metal heating in my palm, pulsing in encouragement totwist, twist, twist.
