She turned to look at him as he lounged against the back seat, his hand folded over his abdomen, and waited.
“We aren’t in the air,” she said breathlessly. Her eyes roamed hungrily over Tate. Her blood heated at the thought of straddling him right here and now and taking what she wanted. She couldn’t care less about the mile-high club. But she sure as hell wanted him. Constantly. Desperately. Almost painfully.
“I think the rules say that you have to have sex in an aircraft while at altitude. We’re already elevated here in the mountains, more than a mile high, and we’re definitely in an aircraft. Technically I’d say we’re good,” he replied enthusiastically. “Come here or I’ll come and get you. I’ve needed you all damn day, Lara. I don’t want to wait any longer.”
Lara sighed. “We can’t do this out here.” She looked around the airstrip through the window, the portion Marcus used still closed off for investigation. She didn’t see anyone around, and Tate had landed on the opposite end of the little airport. Still, it was risky. “People could be coming and going.”
“I know two people who are definitely going to be coming,” he rasped. He folded his arms across his chest. “Come to me. I dare you. Take what you want.” He threw down the challenge intentionally, his eyes heated and beckoning her to come to him.
Dammit. He knows how much I want him, and he’s absolutely certain that I won’t back down from a dare from him.
She bit her lip, trying to get her undeniable need under control. Tate liked to test her, push her boundaries, but he didn’t realize that when it came to him, her boundaries were getting pretty damn wide.
“What do you want?” she asked him in a sultry tone. She knelt on the passenger seat and pulled the sweater she wore over her head. She would play his game, and she’d relish it because he wanted her just as much as she wanted him.
“Don’t play with me right now, baby,” he growled as he pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it on the floor of the helicopter.
He kept her eyes locked with his as she shimmied out of her jeans and panties awkwardly, and then unhooked her bra and shucked it, too. She shivered as the air wafted over her bare skin, her body now completely naked. “Who says I’m playing?” She lifted a brow at him, loving the surprised look on his face. She knew he hadn’t really expected her to strip in his helicopter and call him on his dare.
Her eyes roamed over the visible erection that was trying to burst the zipper of his jeans. His gray long-sleeved shirt hugged his muscular arms and chest; the color perfectly matched his eyes.
“Jesus, Lara. You are going to kill me.” He groaned and held his arms out to her.
Clambering over the controls and the seat, she literally fell on top of him and straddled him. He closed his arms around her immediately, snaked a hand behind her neck and brought her body flush against him. He breathed deeply and nuzzled against her neck. “Screw the mile high. I’ll take you as high as you want to go,” he commented sharply, his warm breath on her neck. “Your scent makes me want to drown in you.” He nipped her skin and then laved over it. “Your taste makes me want to devour you.” He reached between their bodies and ran a finger over her drenched core. “And this makes me want to fuck you until you scream.” His mouth closed over one of her hardened nipples.
Lara leaned back. Tate would never let her fall; she trusted him completely. “I want you, Tate. Please.” She ran her hands over his powerful chest, loving the feel of his hot skin beneath her fingers. When she lifted herself to her knees, she gave him space to unzip his pants and lower them to let his engorged cock escape. “Don’t you ever wear underwear?” she moaned as she felt the silken steel of him against her fiery sex.
“Hardly ever since the day I met you.”
She stifled a laugh at his serious tone. “So you’re always ready?” She lowered herself down, shivering as she slid her pussy along the wide, hard shaft of his cock.
“I’m always hopeful,” he corrected as he placed his hands on her hips. “Do you want to grant the wish of an optimistic man?”
Tate’s eagerness emboldened her. The way he sounded, the way he talked to her made her feel as if she were a goddess, as though he was lucky to have her. She felt like the most desirable woman on earth. Probably because she thought Tate was the hottest man on the planet, and he wanted her.
“I can’t grant wishes,” she told him teasingly as she grasped his cock and placed it against her sheath. “I’m not magical.”
“To me you are,” Tate grunted as he guided her down onto him. “Ride me, Lara. Take what you want, whatever you need from me.”
Her heart raced as she looked down into his tumultuous eyes, molten with desire and one of the most beautiful things she’d ever seen. Her breath caught as he urged her all the way down, completely seating himself inside her.
“I’m feeling very needy.” She rocked her hips.
“Thank fuck,” he groaned. He grasped her ass and rocked her against him again.
Lara started to move, using her bent legs for leverage and balance, and wrapped her arms around Tate’s shoulders. She closed her eyes; she absorbed his essence, let her body undulate with his erotically, satisfyingly, and let him fill her senses completely.
They moved together as one, and Lara savored the slow build of heat, the intimacy of having him inside her, the feel of his hand running up and down her back soothingly. This was no race to the finish line. The urgency was there, but it was as if neither one of them wanted it to end.
Her hands speared into his hair; she brought her mouth down to his and tangled their tongues together in a sensual, intimate dance while she moved harder, faster.
He groaned into her mouth. Tate stroked her ass, finally grasping it as though he had snapped, and lifted his hips to intensify the strength of his entry inside her, fucking her as though he needed her, had to possess her completely.
“Mine,” he ground out as Lara lifted her mouth from his. “You’re mine, baby. I’ll never let you go.”
His dominant words triggered her climax; her body echoed his declaration as she ground against him, trying to claim him as her own with her body.
She wanted.
She needed.
She was desperate.
She was…his.
“Oh, God. Tate.” She panted as ripples became massive waves that crashed over her. She clung to him, threw her head back and screamed as her orgasm tore through her body. She felt Tate shudder against her and follow her over the edge with a groan of ecstasy.