Crashed into Love: Episode Three Read Online Free PDF

wafted me with fresh cinnamon.
    Damn, my concentration was non-existent. My hand still had a phantom imprint of his hot male hardness, and I wrapped my fingers around the joystick in front of me, trying to stop the urge to reach over and touch him again.
    It was second nature to put my feet on the pedals that controlled the rudder. It was the only way to steer when on the ground. Pushing the throttle higher, the engine screamed. We shot into movement.
    Crushing my lip between my teeth, I manoeuvred us from the docking bay and onto the runway, making sure the nose of the plane was dead centre with the white strip. In the darkness, I couldn’t make out the gorge marks from our crash. Just as well since my stomach might rebel and leap out of my body.
    I put on my headset and turned to the correct frequency.
    A crackled, bored voice came over the hissing headphones. “Air traffic control, Faleolo International Airport.”
    “Whiskey, alpha, niner, ready for takeoff. Awaiting your go ahead,” I stated our registration firmly. My hands shook a little. I always hated this part. I had no idea why talking to a man on the air freaked me out so much.
    “Wind knots at twelve miles per hour, north east. Easy does it. You have permission.”
    I eased the throttle higher, following the tarmac to the wide open blackness, illuminated by blinking white lights.
    “Whiskey, alpha, niner. Ready and waiting.”
    “Approved. Open skies in front.”
    I stole a look at Liam. He was relaxed, head resting against his seat, watching me with a huge grin and bright eyes. The look he gave me zapped life into my heart.
    Looking back at the runway, I pushed the throttle, smiling as the thrill of speed increased inch by inch. The wheels ate the tarmac faster and faster until the throttle was pressed to maximum. Gravity released its hold on us, and with a swoop that repositioned my stomach into my feet, we were airborne.
    Liam laughed. “Well done. That was really smooth.”
    His praise made my heart flutter. I focused on the fading lights behind us. The airport diminished, leaving us with inkiness and the subtle glow of instruments.
    Liam wanted to watch me fly? Well, I’d show him just what I could do. I pulled the steering column sharply; we soared upward. The engine screamed as we careened through turbulence and evening mist. Gravity pulled on my bones as we raced toward the stratosphere.
    Liam made a noise beside me, but I ignored him. I was too wrapped up in freedom of the skies. At one with the glittering stars, far above the puny lives of mortals. I relished in pushing the plane as hard and as high as it would go. All worry of flying streamed off me. I was a starling. An eagle. Born to do this. Our ascent slowed as the engine coughed.
    Spearing through the darkness almost vertically, I knew we were a second from stalling. I ceased pulling upward, letting the nose fall. Our speed increased and the horizon on my instruments levelled out.
    “Holy hell. That was fast. My ears are popping like crazy.” Liam muttered, but his eyes glowed with deep-seated happiness.
    In a flash of understanding, I knew his feelings for me were stronger than he let on. He may have been on his knees between my legs only an hour ago, but my heart told me he had wanted to do more to me, for a while.
    Was he protecting himself by not sleeping with me? Did he think I wouldn’t love him back? The thought made my chest seize.
    Liam ran hands through his hair, shaking his head. “Did you forget to mention you wanted to be a kamikaze pilot?”
    Dispelling my thoughts, I giggled. “You liked it, quit moaning.” The thought of doing tricks in the sky, much the same as tricks on the dance floor, filled my mind with exhilarating images. Crap, I’d never considered being a stunt pilot, but it had a certain appeal.
    He laughed, looking longingly at the controls. “You fly like I want to every day. I doubt passengers would enjoy going vertical to their destination, however.”