“Give me another question.”
Holy shit, the way he looked at me was hot enough to melt my panties. “Ng Limits.”
“105.1 Maximum, Greater than 105.1 Red. 102.3 to 105.1 Transient 12 second limit, Yellow. 63.1 to 102.2 Normal Operation, Green. 63 Minimum engine out warning annunciated—less than 63.0 red with box.”
I slid my fleece pants down my legs and kicked them away.
“That’s cheating!” he shouted, pointing at my bike shorts.
I shrugged. “My game, my rules.”
“Damn it. Give me another one.” He shifted on the bed but didn’t attack.
“Airspeed.”
“Maximum airspeed with symmetrically loaded external fuel tanks (2 or 4) installed is 130 KTAS to prevent structural damage to the airframe.”
I made damn sure he was watching as I wiggled my hips, tugging the spandex shorts off my legs. That hiss of indrawn breath coming from the bed said he’d definitely noticed. “Next,” he barked.
“APU Operations Limitations Caution.”
“Avoid prolonged operation at 94 to 96% Nr with the APU running. The APU clutch will oscillate from engaged to disengaged. This creates high loads on the clutch and shall be avoided.”
I crossed my arms and pulled my tank top up over my head.
“Damn, honey.” His gazed raked me from head to toe, taking in my matching silver lingerie I’d bought because it reminded me of his eyes. I licked my lips as he rearranged himself in his shorts.
I may have started this to distract him, but my engine was now roaring at two hundred miles per hour. Two more questions. “Autorotation Airspeeds.”
His eyes hadn’t stopped traveling the path from my toes to my hair and back down.
“Grayson.”
His attention snapped back. “What?”
“Autorotation Airspeeds.”
“How is this fair? You strip down and all I can think about is untying those little bows on your hips and licking you until you scream my name.”
The mouth on that man was unbelievable, and hot as hell. As if his tongue had actually touched me, my nerves jumped to life, and the ache was instantly excruciating. I managed to pick up my tank top. “Autorotation Airspeeds.” That even sounded breathless to my ears. When he still didn’t respond, I moved to put it back on.
“Max 145 KTAS. Min rate of descent 77 KTAS. Max glide distance 107 KTAS.”
The tank hit the ground again, and then I unsnapped my shiny bra. We locked eyes as I took it off, and then dropped it on the floor. Between the air and his feral appraisal, my nipples hardened.
I selected one last card, and then crawled across the bed until I straddled him. “The way your brain works is unbelievably sexy.”
His hands grasped my hips, pulling me forward until I rubbed against his erection. “Coming from the smartest woman I know, that’s a fantastic compliment.” His fingers tangled in the straps of my panties. “Give me the last question, Samantha.”
I glanced down at the card. “Maneuver Limits.”
He sat up, bringing his chest flush against my breasts, and the contact sent a jolt of need spiraling through me. His lips grazed my neck, and chills raced down my arms. “Maximum reward/sideward flight speed,” he said against my neck. “Is 45 KTAS”—he continued at my jawline—“for all gross weights.”
He didn’t wait for me to tell him he was right. He took my mouth, undoing the ties at my hips with deft fingers and then winding his fingers through my hair as he consumed me like he needed to claim me, mark me.
I was already his. Every part of me had fallen in love with Grayson. From the way he fought so hard to keep at the top of the OML to the way he battled his demons all while taking care of me, he was pretty perfect. Even the way he brooded, sexy and distant, only made me want to snuggle up closer to him, dig through whatever blocked him from me. He was a delicious puzzle that I somehow had the answer to.
Love.
I just had to be brave enough to tell him.
I tugged at his shoulders, and he broke the kiss long enough to remove his shirt. As soon as his skin touched mine, I was gone, logical thought stripped clean like the panties he’d tossed to the floor.
His hands drifted down my body to cup my breasts, massaging and rolling just how I liked, and I gasped against his lips. “I believe I had something on my mind,” he whispered as his fingers dipped lower, stroking over my folds.
I sucked in my breath, every thought concentrated on his fingers slowly driving me mad. Then he stopped suddenly, gripped under my thighs, and lifted me as he slid down the bed. “On your knees,” he demanded as his shoulders passed under me.
My knees landed on either side of his head. “Hands on the headboard.”
I braced my hands on the dark wood, and my pulse hammered a spastic beat in anticipation. “Grayson.”
He locked eyes with me as his tongue swept across me…into me. I cried out, my fingers biting into the headboard. “I love the way you taste,” he said before working me over with his mouth.
He licked, kissed, and stroked me until my thighs began to shake. It was too much, overwhelming. When I jerked, he banded his hands around my thighs, holding me still while he took his time. He sucked my clit into his mouth, and I screamed.
Then he used his tongue to press on that bundle of nerves and flicked.
I came apart while he watched.
Grayson slid out from under my thighs while I caught my breath, laying my head on my hands. His clothing landed on the floor, and I heard the condom wrapper tear open before he was at my back.