Free Mastered By The Mavericks by Angel Payne Page A

pressure.
    “It’s respectful.”
    They ascended higher. Did she notice the city getting tinier and tinier outside the
     window? Rebel could only account for himself. He didn’t care if the landscape below
     suddenly turned into a nuclear holocaust zone. This woman already razed the same effect
     on his senses.
    “‘Rebel’ is just as respectful. I’m not your commanding officer.” He closed the gap
     between them, now near enough to inhale her. Soap and shampoo and that damn floral
     body spray once more. Hell, yes . If this was radiation poisoning, it was one awesome way to go.
    “I know.” She started to lick her lips but bit the move into submission, seeming to
     know just what an effect it had on him. “But Rebel doesn’t feel right, either.”
    He nodded. And actually agreed with her. Though his name was sultry music on her lips,
     it felt strange. Too intimate? Not intimate enough?
    Wasn’t like he had a decent alternative. Only one of those came to mind and it sure
     as hell broke more protocols than his proper name.
    That was when The Traitor roared through his head. His not-so-little buddy, doomed
     to live in his mind since the day Mama and Papa had taken the plunge and legally named
     him Rebel. The fucker sped in on his typical mental Harley, painted black and red
     save for the words emblazoned across the gas tank in bright yellow.
    Fuck the rules.
    Who was he to argue with the demon on the Harley?
    He stretched his arm the rest of the way across her seat. Slid his hand off her neck
     in order to seal it over her fingers, still gripping the armrest like a life preserver.
     “Doesn’t feel right,” he echoed, softly but purposely. That yanked her gaze straight
     up again, and he opened up every spigot of sensual force to keep her locked there.
     “Then let’s try something else.”
    Her mouth parted a little more. Her breaths, heated and shallow, hit his jaw at racing
     speed. Well, that confirmed it. His diversion was a success. She was distracted, capital
     fucking D .
    Which didn’t explain an ounce of his own reaction. Swimming senses. Head light as
     helium. Blood thick as oil. Hot, hot oil. He couldn’t even blame the altitude. He’d flown in hundreds of planes across
     every corner of the globe. None of those flights had screwed him up like this.
    It was her.
    This woman who’d shot him into the ether from the moment he’d first laid eyes on her.
     Now she was beneath him, needing him…
    Cranking his need for her…
    He wondered if he could bribe Sam to veer their flight off-course by a few hundred
     miles. Fuck it; he wondered if they could just go to the moon. Not that he wasn’t
     halfway there.
    “Something else?” Her voice still tremored a little. From fear or arousal, he couldn’t
     tell—and didn’t want to. Like the depraved bastard he was, he liked the idea of scaring
     her. Even more, he liked the idea of arousing her. “Like what?”
    Rebel slid his stare to her mouth. “Like ‘Sir’.”
    She gasped. For half a second. Before he stole her breath with the commanding, crashing,
     dominance of his mouth.
    She moaned. He growled. Plunged in deeper. Took every pliant inch of her tongue with
     his. Sucked her in, all slick and wet, giving as much as he plundered, rejoicing in
     the best kiss of his goddamn life.
    She let go of the armrest. Used that hand to reach for his face again.
    Not this time.
    He wrapped hard fingers around her wrist, forcing her arm to the cushion next to her
     head. “Keep it there,” he snarled against her lips, before dropping his hand beneath
     her shirt. “I want to explore. And you’re going to let me.”
    Her eyes flared with shock. Rebel grinned. He was enjoying the crap out of this. Surprising
     her like this. Exposing her like this. Taking all those new arousals…and making them
     his.
    Full justification—at least to him—for the harsher growl he let out, when her eyes
     flickered toward the cockpit. Sam seemed thoroughly