Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 217(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 217(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
“Throttle up when you’re ready. Feel that lift in your gut. You’ve got this, little dove.”
His confidence in me was exactly what I needed to focus on what I needed to do next.
I pushed the throttle forward. The Cessna gathered speed, the runway blurring beneath us. When it was time, I pulled back gently, just like he’d taught me. The wheels left the ground, and then we were climbing with only blue sky ahead.
At five thousand feet, I leveled us off. “Thank you. This is incredible.”
“Great job, little dove.”
“You haven’t seen anything yet,” I teased before banking us left in a slow, lazy arc. There was no turbulence today. Just smooth air and the steady thrum of the engine.
He watched me the whole time, looking so proud that my chest ached in the best way.
“You’re a natural,” he praised.
I grinned at him. “Because I had the best instructor. Patient. Demanding. And he rewarded me every time I nailed a maneuver.”
His laugh was intimate. “Damn right I did.”
I shifted in the seat, my thighs pressing together. “You’re distracting me.”
“Good.” He reached over, slid his hand up my thigh, his fingers teasing the seam of my jeans. “Means you’re flying steady even when I’m touching you. That’s skill.”
I swallowed hard, keeping the wings level. “Keegan.”
“Focus, little dove,” he murmured, his thumb brushing higher before he moved his hand away.
We flew for almost an hour—lazy circles over the water, gentle turns, a few slow descents and climbs so I could feel the plane in every attitude. When the fuel gauge started nudging lower, I turned back toward the airport and touched down.
The second the engine quit and the prop spun to a stop, he unbuckled and hauled me onto his lap.
His mouth crashed into mine, and I straddled him in the cramped cockpit, my hands in his hair, grinding down against the hard ridge of him.
“Fuck, Linden,” he growled against my throat. “You flew her like you were born for it. So damn proud of you.”
I rocked against him, breathless. “Take me inside. Reward your favorite student.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. And it became a tradition that only made me want to fly even more.