Crashed into Love: Episode Three Read Online Free PDF Page A

fellatio.”
    My lips quirked. I could only imagine how that would’ve gone down with air traffic when instead of hearing ‘foxtrot’ for F, they got asked for a blowjob. Talking of blowjobs. I owed him one after tonight. My mouth watered at the thought of seeing him naked. Touching him. Why were we at a deserted airport and not in bed?
    Need unfurled, hot and furious. I pushed Liam against the side of the battered plane. His eyes widened as his back connected with the fuselage, and I pounced on him. He was a fair bit taller than me. I had to crane upward to kiss him.
    He groaned as I pushed my tongue into his mouth. We both shivered as I rubbed against him.
    He reached down and grabbed me by the butt, picking me up. I wrapped my legs around his hips as he spun around, crushing me against the plane. Now that was sneaky. I was the one who wanted to be in control this time. Once again he was the one with power over me.
    He rained kisses down my throat. I writhed against him, pulsing with pleasure as I rocked against hardness. At least I affected him as he affected me.
    I licked his neck, loving the saltiness and smell of male. Shifting in his hold, my hand inched between us, moving south.
    His breath caught in his lungs as my hand latched around what I was looking for. Heat instantly boiled through the thin material of his silky board shorts.
    My God, he’s big.
    My fingers couldn’t wrap around him; he was as hard as a joystick. His erection jumped in my hand, and if he wasn’t holding me up, I would’ve melted just touching him. I’d never grabbed a guy so brazenly before, but instinct took over. I stroked him with tight fingers. Coaxing from tip to base.
    “Fuck.” Liam’s voice was tight, gravelly. He buried his head in my neck, pressing himself harder into my hand. His biceps bulged in his white t-shirt as he held me upright, pressed against the plane. If only I was still wearing my sarong and not shorts. I would strip Liam of his clothing and push him inside me. The pleasure he’d given me at the hotel was nothing compared to the need I had.
    I pumped him again. Relishing how his hips jerked into my hand with each caress.
    He groaned as I increased friction. “Nina. You’ve… got to stop. We’re on… a runway. Who knows… who’s watching?” His voice caught, eyes flashed with blue fire.
    I didn’t want to stop. Holding him like this made him mine. If I let go he’d no longer be.
    With a tight jaw, he moved his hips away. I strained to keep hold of his erection, but he dropped me to my feet and kissed me gently.
    This guy had the self-control of a saint.
    “Will you let me pleasure you like you did for me?” I asked, wetting my lips. I’d never been so drunk on the thought of sucking a guy off. But Liam was different. I wanted him in my mouth, just like I wanted him in me. I wanted to claim him.
    He clenched his teeth, pressing his forehead against mine. “I can’t believe you just asked me that, and we’re in a fucking airport with no privacy.” He nipped at my throat. “You can do anything you want to me. But first, we’re going flying.”
     
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    Ten minutes later, I was harnessed inside the smoky-and-mildew-laced interior of the Samoan crop-duster.
    Liam smiled, his finger hovering over the ignition button. “Ready?” His teeth flashed white in the night. Not waiting for my answer, he flicked on the engine. The plane vibrated at such a violent pitch, my boobs wobbled. I missed my corset and boning. “Take her up, Nina.”
    My eyes flew wide. “Are you sure? I don’t mind letting you take off.” In fact, I wouldn’t have minded as I could’ve gawked at his prowess over a flimsy machine; watched as he fought a battle against gravity and won by splicing through the air.
    “No, go ahead. You hold your PPL. The entire reason we’re here is for me to watch you.” He leaned back, linking hands behind his head, grinning. The posture tightened his t-shirt against his pecs and