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He licked his lips. The flash of his tongue simmered with temptation and tugged my nether regions. His tongue had tasted me. Licked me. Teased me.
    “Can I do something?” he asked.
    I had to shake my head to cull my obsession that was quickly growing out of control. Yes. Anything.   I nodded. “You’re the captain. Do what you want.”
    Eyes hooded, he shot me a ‘prepare yourself’ grin. “Hold on.”
    My hands scrambled for purchase, but it was too late. Liam pushed the joystick forward, and we nosedived.
    I became weightless, staying in my seat only thanks to my harness. If I thought climbing at high speed was amazing, then I was mistaken. Tears streamed from my eyes as the instruments started beeping with an automatic voice: Terrain. Terrain. Pull up. Pull up.
    The rush of the drop mingled with terror from the nosedive we suffered previously. Both flights interwove and I couldn’t distinguish if I enjoyed it, or the adrenaline coursing through me was from fear.
    Holy crap, he was gonna kill us! Face first, hurtling toward earth—we were a falling star.
    He shot me a look full of pure happiness before wrenching back and levelling out.
    My stomach finally caught up. I gasped. “Wow.” My body was boneless. But under the shaky fear there was excitement too. If I wasn’t lashed to my seat, I would’ve kissed him just for reaffirming we were alive.
    “Yep. Love doing that. Love the rush.” His face shone with excitement. “Walking a fine edge of common sense and lunacy is a bit of a flaw of mine.”
    My face split into a grin so big it hurt my cheeks. I reassessed Liam in that moment. All the horrid rumours I’d heard were wrong. Whatever I’d thought of him before was no longer relevant. I gave my heart free reign to bolt out of my chest and flap around the cockpit for him to take possession.
    This man was different—he wasn’t like others.
    He was like me.

Chapter Twenty-One
Liam
     
    S leep faded, leaving me tangled in sheets with sweat drenching my back. The dream ebbed away, leaving me with a weird sense of loss. I couldn’t recall it, but everything had been stark and vacant. Almost as if life pressed a pause button and I’d wallowed in the white noise between.
    Luckily, my room was full of colour with red hibiscus flowers on the bedside table and hand woven geometric carpets. The vibrancy shooed the rest of my vague unease into the shadows.
    Holy hell, it’s hot.
    I’d only slept in my boxers, but perspiration, caused as much from my strange dream as well as island heat, beaded. The Samoan sun didn’t mess around with toasting the new day. My mouth watered at the thought of the ocean and a morning swim.
    I grabbed my watch and checked the time. For some stupid reason the hotel had a thing against clocks. Was it their way of forcing the guests to relax? No deadlines. No appointments.
    Blinking, I brought the dial into focus. 8:15 a.m. Awesome. Plenty of time to swim before breakfast.
    I stretched long and hard. My spine creaked, realigning. The muscle aches from the crash snarled, but it was nothing compared to the unbearable need in my morning wood. How I’d been able to stop not once, but twice last night… well, I deserved a pat on the back, ‘cause man was I horny.
    Nina.
    Last night had been absolute heaven. She was a better pilot than I’d hoped, and my crazy, adolescent dream danced on my thoughts all evening. Should I tell her what I ultimately wanted, or would it be too much? Would it send her packing before I had a chance?
    Her emotions shone unguarded in her eyes last night. Every moment I spent in her company solidified she was the one for me. Unfortunately, instead of relaxing me, I suffered anxiety at the thought of cocking up and ruining everything.
    I wasn’t going to stress about it now, though. Not when the sun winked outside, and mirage wisps already danced in the humid air. I had a date with the ocean.
    Shooting out of bed, I quickly exchanged boxers for board shorts,