Free Mastered By The Mavericks by Angel Payne Page B

engrossed in the controls, despite
     how he’d leveled them off at full altitude, in a crystal blue sky.
    She flicked her tongue nervously over her lips. “Sam—”
    “Knows to mind his own business.” To emphasize, he slipped his hand beneath her bra,
     pinching over the perfect nipple that waited. As her eyes flew back to him, he turned
     on his evil grin. “I’d say he’s even grateful.”
    “Grateful?” She made a play for outraged—at least with her tone. By the time she got
     around to considering a glare, she emitted a gasp, instead. Could’ve had something
     to do with him scraping her erect tip with his thumbnail.
    “Mmm hmm.” He trailed his hand to her other breast. “Pilots appreciate it when the
     flight is kept peaceful.”
    Her breath snagged audibly. It had to be one of the sexiest sounds he’d ever heard.
     “I don’t feel…very peaceful.”
    “Neither do I.” He’d never meant anything more. “ You don’t make me very peaceful, cher. ” He answered the question in her eyes by flowing his hand down her body, on top of
     her clothes, trying to memorize every inch of her curves even with that goddamn barrier.
     “I tried hiding it. Then I tried just avoiding the temptation altogether. You belonged
     to Colton…and I carried all these fantasies about touching you like this. Arousing
     you like this…”
    “And controlling me like this?” Oh, how she fought for defiance with that one. Jerked
     up her chin, set her lips, rekindled the fire in her eyes. Did he dare tell her all
     of it only underlined her real need to him? Her true desire…to make him challenge
     her even deeper?
    “You think I’m controlling you?”
    She worked her lips against each other. “I think you’re trying.”
    He pulled away for a second, searching the storage compartment behind them and finding
     exactly what he needed. With a quick flick, he had the fleece blanket spread over
     them both. As Brynn crunched a look of perplexity, he pushed close to her again, yanking
     her hand back into his beneath the soft cover.
    Her gasp covered his lips as he formed her fingers around his crotch.
    “You really want to know who’s in control?” He let her watch his tortured swallow.
     “Christ, Brynn. You make me crazier by the second.”
    “Oh…my.” She wetted her lips again. Gaped wide at him, appearing a little confused.
     He bit back a whoop of triumph. He had no right. This was dirty tactics. The blood
     of pirates and warriors ran in his blood, and his…finer attributes…matched that rugged
     heritage.
    “That’s because of you,” he grated. “And I’m only half hard.”
    She stroked the strained denim, exploring his contours, gasping another time. “Oh, my .”
    “Want to test my point?” Her openness made him bold. He went for it, unsnapping the
     button and guiding her hand right in, over his swollen flesh. “Say it, Brynna. Just
     once. Call me Sir…and feel what you do to me.”
    Before she could climb back into her head and summon a protest, he kissed her again.
     Deeply. Thoroughly. Unrelentingly. Rolling their tongues together until they danced
     in unison, and her sweet, perfect taste filled not only his mouth but every cell of
     his senses.
    By the time their mouths left each other, her fingers had closed around the throbbing
     crown of his dick. She circled him tighter before rasping, “Sir.”
    He groaned. Pre-come roared up his shaft, as his skin strained to hold the arousal
     that throbbed hotter, bigger. “Fuck.” He pushed deeper into her grip, then ordered,
     “Again. Say it again.”
    Damn it. Her taunting little smile delivered another matchstick to his blood, tempting
     the flames of his lust and fury. “But you said only once,” she sing-songed.
    He inhaled hard. Again. God damn it. She had him in the palm of her hand—literally—yet who else could he blame for
     it but the desperate bastard reflected back from the ombre depths of her eyes, jaw
     grinding and