by Karen Foley
“So now I understand why you asked me not to think badly of you if we ever met again.” She paused. “Well, I don’t.”
Relief swamped Chance so strongly that he had to fight to keep the silly grin off his face. She hadn’t actually said that she’d revised her opinion of male pilots in general, but the fact that she wasn’t throwing him out of her helicopter was more than he’d hoped for. Now he arched one eyebrow. “Really. Maybe you could, uh, demonstrate how you do feel.”
Jenna settled herself more fully on his lap and glanced at his watch. “It’s oh-six-hundred hours. Don’t you have to report for duty?”
Chance wanted to groan at the sensation of her smooth thighs straddling his bare legs, and the sexy expression in her eyes. “Not until oh-eight-hundred hours,” he finally managed. “That gives us two hours—give or take a few minutes—in which you can show me exactly how much you don’t think badly of me.”
“Then we’d better hurry,” she murmured. “This could take awhile.”
7
IN FOR AN INCH, IN FOR a mile, Jenna decided, or at least a solid eight inches, if her memory was correct. She’d already had sex with Chase—er, Chance. Granted, she hadn’t known he was a pilot at the time, but it seemed hypocritical to let that stop her now. She still had a hard time believing he was actually a pilot, and she cringed when she recalled the derogatory things she’d said. No wonder he hadn’t told her what he did for a living; she would have kept her mouth shut, too.
She’d been shocked when he’d introduced her to his twin brother, but there had also been a part of her that was secretly relieved, since it meant he hadn’t really rejected her when she’d propositioned him in the hangar. She supposed she should be grateful that Chase hadn’t taken her up on her offer.
Recalling how she had spent most of her life trying to win the approval of her father, she still had no intention of allowing her relationship with Chance to become more than casual. But she didn’t see any reason why she shouldn’t enjoy whatever he might be willing to share with her. Once the sandstorm was over, she would return to Kandahar, and their paths would separate once again. Kabul Air Base was one of her routine stops when transporting troops, and she’d spent the night here on several occasions. The opportunity to see Chance again was excellent, and provided they were discreet, there was no reason why they couldn’t continue what they had started in that field at Fort Bragg.
Her legs were long enough that her feet easily reached the floor as she straddled his thighs, and she was close enough that her breasts almost brushed his chest. The sandstorm raged outside and the lighting in the helicopter was dim, but she could still make out the heated expression in his eyes. His hands rested at her waist, and his nearness created a chaos of sensations inside her. The way he looked at her made her feel both shy and confident, like she was the sexiest woman he’d ever seen and he couldn’t wait to devour her. Now she realized it was that precise quality that had been missing when she’d crossed paths with his brother the day before. There had been none of the sexual awareness, none of the mutual attraction. In hindsight, she couldn’t understand how she’d gotten them mixed up.
From her position on his lap, she couldn’t fail to notice the growing evidence of his arousal beneath the soft fabric of his workout shorts, or the way his pupils had dilated so that his irises were nearly swallowed up by the blackness. Even his breathing had changed, and Jenna found her own ability to breathe compromised by his nearness.
“Jenna,” he muttered, his gaze dropping to her mouth. Almost as if he couldn’t help himself, he reached up and pulled her ponytail free, threading his fingers through her hair until it hung in loose waves around her face. He framed her jaw in his big hands and dipped his head, his lips just brushing her own.
As a kiss, it was no more than a tentative question, but when he drew slightly back, Jenna followed, seeking more of the elusive contact. Her hands came up to curl lightly around his wrists and urge him back.
“Please,” she murmured on a soft exhale.
With a groan of defeat, Chance buried his hands in her hair and brought his mouth down on hers. This time, there was nothing tentative or hesitant about the way he kissed her. He consumed her, slanting his mouth hard across her own until she welcomed the hot, hungry thrust of his tongue. He licked at her, dragging an urgent response from her. The kiss was so carnal and sexy that heat exploded beneath her skin and raced along her nerve endings until every part of her body was on fire. She was only vaguely aware of scooting forward on his thighs and winding her arms around his neck, her fingers rubbing over the hard muscles of his shoulders and back.
“God, you feel good,” she said against his mouth.
In answer, he bent her back over one arm and pushed her T-shirt upward, smoothing his hand across her bare skin until he encountered the edge of her bra. But that was no deterrent and, with one easy flick of his fingers, he released the front clasp, exposing her breasts. He broke their kiss long enough to pull back and admire her. His eyes glittered hotly as he bent his head and flicked one distended nipple with the tip of his tongue, causing a sharp stab of lust to knife through Jenna.
“Oh, yes,” she breathed, spearing her fingers through his short hair and urging him to continue.
Chance complied, laving her breast with his tongue until finally, when Jenna thought she couldn’t stand any more of the sensual torture, he drew the pebbled tip into his mouth, sucking hard and causing a rush of warm moisture between her thighs. She squirmed on his lap and he pushed a hand between her legs to cup her intimately through the material of her shorts.
“You’re so damned soft,” he muttered against her breast. “I want to see you.”
Before she realized his intent, he stood up, lifting her with him and then turning until she reclined on the nylon seat, while he leaned over her. She made no protest when he dragged her T-shirt over her head, and then eased her bra off until she wore nothing but her shorts and her workout shoes. For a moment, he just stood and stared at her, and Jenna had to resist the urge to clap her hands over her breasts.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” he said gruffly, reading her thoughts. “You’re gorgeous.”
“What if somebody comes?” Her gaze slid to the window, where the outside visibility was absolutely zero.
“Nobody’s coming out here to check on the choppers,” he assured her. “Not in this weather. But just in case…”
Jenna watched as he made his way to each sliding door and secured a metal latch, locking the doors from the inside. Returning, he crouched in front of her with his hands on her bare thighs, and Jenna leaned forward to press a moist kiss against his mouth. He deepened the kiss, stroking her with his tongue and causing the tiny flames that licked along her skin to reignite. When he cupped her breasts, she almost groaned with pleasure at the sensation. He massaged her sensitized flesh and rolled her nipples between his fingers before squeezing them gently. His kiss, combined with his caresses, had her arching toward him, and she ran her palms over his shoulders and arms, before grasping the hem of his T-shirt and tugging it upward.
“My turn,” she breathed against his lips, gratified when he reached behind his head and grasped a fistful of the shirt, dragging it off. Jenna knew her eyes went a little hazy, but honestly, the sight of his lean, supremely muscled torso took her breath away. She couldn’t prevent her hands from drifting over his chest to explore the ridges of his abdomen, before sliding her arms around him and pressing her bare breasts against his warm skin.
She planted damp kisses along his neck before letting her lips follow the angle of his jaw until she encountered his ear. Taking his lobe between her teeth, she bit down gently and then soothed the area with her tongue until he turned his face, seeking her lips with his own. The kiss was hot and potent and so deep that their teeth scraped briefly. She heard a soft moaning sound and was shocked when she realized it came from her.
“Darlin’,” he rasped, pulling slightly away to search her face, “I need
to touch you.”
Jenna sank back in the troop seat, her breasts heaving. There was no embarrassment now, only an urgent need that demanded fulfillment. Chance knelt on the hard floor between her knees, his hands at the waistband of her shorts. His face was taut, his attention riveted on her. In answer to his silent question, Jenna raised her hips and allowed him to tug both her shorts and her panties down over her hips and thighs. He pulled her sneakers off, too, until she sprawled completely naked on the small seat.
“Oh, man, you are so gorgeous,” he breathed, his eyes searing her as he took in every inch of her exposed body. Jenna could feel the heat rising on her skin like a sunburn wherever his gaze touched her.
“You act like you’ve never seen me before.” Her voice sounded breathless.
“I’ve never seen you like this before,” he countered. “Besides, it was pretty damned dark that night by the flight line. But this—” he glanced at the windows “—this is like high noon by comparison. I feel like I’m seeing you for the first time.”
Despite the haziness of the sandstorm, weak morning light filtered through the windows of the Black Hawk, outlining Chance’s features and casting intriguing shadows across his toned body. Jenna felt as if she was seeing him for the first time, too, and only part of that was the result of discovering his true identity.
Now he eased her knees apart and slid a hand between her thighs to cup her. Jenna’s sex throbbed with need, and she knew if he explored farther, he would find her slick with moisture. She was so aroused that part of her feared she would orgasm immediately.
With exquisite care, Chance slid a finger along her cleft. Jenna shivered with sensation and forced herself to remain still. But when he swirled his thumb through her wetness and then found the small rise of her clitoris, she nearly came out of the chair.
“Easy,” he murmured. “How’s this?”
The things that he was doing with his fingers defied description, and Jenna could only gasp in pleasure and let her head fall helplessly back against the seat. He was relentless, bringing her close to the brink of orgasm several times, but each time pulling back and denying her relief. The fact that she was completely nude and open to him while he was still partially clothed only heightened her excitement and lent a dark thrill of the forbidden to what they were doing.
“I want to eat you,” he muttered, his attention fixed on the swollen flesh he stroked with his fingers.
His words caused her to clench her sex hard, and then he was dragging her hips to the very edge of the chair and pushing her thighs wide. He bent his head and kissed the inside of one knee, before skating up her leg. His fingers massaged her mons, arousing her but denying her any direct contact. When he reached the juncture of her thighs, he breathed deeply and then glanced up at her, his eyes dark with arousal.
“Christ, you smell good,” he growled softly.
Before Jenna could prepare herself, he put his mouth on her, using his fingers to separate her slick folds and expose her to his greedy tongue. She groaned deeply, feeling herself swell even more at the sensation of his hot mouth on her sensitized flesh. But when he eased a finger into her and began to flick her clitoris with his tongue, she writhed helplessly in pleasure, feeling the irresistible build of an orgasm.
“Come for me,” he rasped, and slid a second finger inside her.
His sexy demand, combined with the erotic things he was doing, was too much for Jenna, and with a strangled cry, she fragmented around him, her body shuddering with the intensity of her release. Even then, he didn’t stop, laving her softly with his tongue until he’d drawn every last shiver from her spent body.
She pushed weakly at his head. “Stop, please,” she gasped. “You’re killing me.”
He made a sound of regret and pulled away, wiping his hand across his mouth as he smiled at her with masculine pride. “That was unbelievable. I could do that all day.”
Satiated as she was, his words caused a tight coiling in her abdomen and the inner muscles of her channel tightened.
“I want you inside me,” she whispered.
His eyes grew languorous. “Oh, darlin’,” he groaned. “Trust me, I want the same thing, but I didn’t exactly come prepared.” He rocked back on his heels and pulled his pockets inside out, showing her that they were empty. Beneath the soft fabric of his shorts, Jenna could see the evidence of his own arousal, and her mouth grew dry at the thought of releasing his stiff flesh.
“I’m on the Pill,” she ventured. “So if that’s what’s worrying you…”
His expression grew taut. “I just had my military physical,” he replied, his voice roughened with need, “and I can promise you that I’m completely clean.”
“Then come inside me,” she invited, and leaned back in the chair, allowing her legs to fall open. She watched, entranced, as Chance’s breathing hitched and every muscle in his body seemed to tighten. He glanced around the stark interior of the Black Hawk, and Jenna could see that he was trying to figure out a way to make this work. Every surrounding surface was unforgiving metal, except for the troop seats.
“Come here,” she said, shifting forward to the edge of the seat. Reaching out, she caught his hips and drew him toward her. She knew the precise moment when he understood her intent, and she watched in fascination as a dark flush of arousal stained his neck.
“You don’t have to do this,” he growled softly, watching her with eyes that glittered.
“Oh, I know.” She smiled. “But I want to.”
Slowly, she pulled him closer until he stood bracketed between her bare knees. Hooking her thumbs into the elastic waistband of his shorts, she drew them slowly downward, her breath catching as his erection sprang into view. He was full and heavy, as thick around as her wrist, and her mouth watered at the sight of him.
Jenna curled one hand around the base of his cock, feeling how he jumped against her palm, and smoothed the tip of one finger across the blunted head, where a bead of moisture beckoned her. He was hot and hard, and she could feel the blood churning beneath her fingers, causing him to swell even more.
“Oh, wow,” she murmured, stroking the velvety skin. “You are really something.” Glancing up at his face, she saw his expression was rigid, evidence of how tightly he controlled himself. “I wonder how you taste?”
Leaning forward, she ran her tongue over him, reveling in his sweet-salty taste. She heard him suck in a sharp breath, and then she slid her mouth over him, licking the length of him and drawing on him as if he was her favorite flavored Popsicle. Chance gave a deep grunt of pleasure and, reaching down, scooped her hair to one side so that he could watch. Peeking up the length of his body, Jenna saw he was holding on to an overhead grip with his free hand, as if he didn’t quite trust his knees to support him. The expression on his face as he watched her was so incredibly sexy that she felt a rush of liquid heat pool at her center. Stroking him in concert with the movement of her lips, she used her free hand to cup and fondle his balls, feeling an intense satisfaction as they tightened in her palm.
“Oh, man,” he groaned, “I’m not going to last much longer.”
Jenna would have been happy for him to lose control right then, but he clearly had other ideas. Pulling free, he bent down and kissed her, before tugging her to her feet and taking her place on the troop seat.
“Here,” he said, guiding her onto his lap, “let’s try this.”
Jenna straddled his hard thighs, bracing her hands on his shoulders as she levered herself over his straining cock. He helped her, lifting her up and using a hand to position himself at the entrance to her body. Slowly, Jenna lowered herself down, sighing in pleasure as he eased into her, inch by exquisite inch, until he completely stretched and filled her. When she was sitting flush against his thighs, his hard length buried inside her, she raised her gaze to his. What she saw in his eyes nearly took her breath away. His face was so rapt, so intent, that for a moment she could only stare helplessly back at him.
“Kiss me,�
� she demanded softly.
He did, sliding his hands over her bare back and beneath the heavy fall of her hair to cradle her scalp as he fastened his mouth to hers. Their lips fused together in a moist, hungry mating that made her toes curl. He smelled like soap and clean sweat, and he tasted faintly of coffee and mint.
She wanted to eat him.
When he moved his hands to her rear and cupped her buttocks, she helped him by slowly moving up and down, feeling the hot, thick slide of his penis inside her. The inner muscles of her sex tightened around him, and when he squeezed her cheeks, she could feel the beginning of another orgasm.
“Oh, man,” he groaned into her mouth, “you feel too good.”
In answer, Jenna raised herself up until he was almost free of her body, and wound her arms around Chance’s head, threading her fingers through his velvet-rough hair as she kissed him deeply. Then she lowered herself back onto his shaft. Her breasts were flattened against his chest, and as his fingers squeezed and massaged her bottom, she quickened the rhythm of her hips, meeting his upward thrusts with increasing urgency. The combination of his tongue in her mouth and his rigid length filling her was almost more than she could bear. But when he made a deep groaning noise of pleasure and tightened his grip on her cheeks, she knew he was close to climaxing.
Breaking the kiss, Jenna pulled slightly back to watch his face, entranced by his stark expression of pleasure-pain. His breathing came in harsh gasps, and when he looked into her eyes, Jenna felt something shift in her chest at the knowledge that she had done this to him.
“I’m coming,” he managed to say through gritted teeth, and surged upward. At the same time, he slid a hand between their straining bodies to press a finger against her clitoris. Jenna actually felt him pulse strongly inside her, and she heard herself cry out in pleasure as her body fisted helplessly around his hard length. He kept his fingers on her until she stopped shuddering, and then she collapsed, boneless, against his chest. He held her tightly, one hand smoothing her hair as he murmured words of endearment.
