Landing the Air Marshal (Snowpocalypse) (7 page)

Chapter Seven

Gage knew something was up with Abby when she realized she’d lost the clover earring. He could tell she was playing it off like it was nothing, but her furrowed brows and clipped responses said otherwise. Wasn’t his job to pry, though. That was the nice thing about a one-night stand—you didn’t have to care. Even if one night was turning quickly into two.

Gage sat on the couch as Abby bustled around the penthouse, her camera clicking as she took pictures from every angle, turning lights off and on as she decided what type of lighting to use.

Watching her work might possibly be just as hot as her on all fours naked on the four-poster bed. She sucked on her bottom lip as her gaze wandered around the kitchen. She’d put on a pair of tight-fitting sweatpants that hugged her ass. And when she bent over to reposition a vase on the floor, the top of her lacy black thong peeked over the top of her pants. The zip-up did nothing to hide the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her mouthwatering tits bounced whenever she walked. Jesus. He shifted and readjusted himself before she could notice he was sitting on the couch staring at her with a boner.

Even though he’d had her last night, and again a few hours ago, the need to have her hammered him like a torrential downpour when she was around. If she was going to get any work done, Gage needed to get the hell out of the room and pound one out before he threw her over his shoulder and had his way with her on the couch.

This woman was driving him crazy and she didn’t even know it. She was completely in the zone with her work. He knew the feeling. It had to be similar to each flight, watching passengers. He didn’t want to disturb her while she worked. In fact, his muscles still ached, and there was a seven-person tub with jets in the bathroom, which he hadn’t even gotten to break in last night. Might as well make good use of his time and give Abby a chance to get some work done.

“I’ll be in the bath if you care to join me,” he called as he got off the couch. There—an open invitation. Because, normally, it’d be a cold day in hell before Gage ever took a bath. But it’d be much more interesting with Abby in there.

She didn’t even acknowledge as she kept taking pictures. He smirked. Damn. That focused intensity could set a room on fire.

Gage strode into the bathroom and drew the bath. It had been a long time since he’d taken one. Last time was when he’d killed his knee in a basketball scrimmage a few years back.

The water curled around him as he stepped into the tub and sat back against the porcelain. He let out a moan, the heat already starting to relax his aching muscles. Abby was the first image that came to his mind as he closed his eyes. Something about this woman made his system go haywire. That
take no shit
attitude fucking did it for him. Her directness. That did it for him, too. Oh, and those fuck-me stilettos. Yep, add that to the list. The way she submitted to him in bed, let him take the lead. Nothing was hotter than seeing her give up control, come undone at his touch, scream his name in the most desperate way possible.

Seriously, he was so fucked after this weekend ended. His buddies back home had all settled down and married. Gage could see the appeal, especially if they had even a tenth of the connection he had with Abby. Unfortunately, all he’d be getting with her was one more night.

His hand slid under the water and found its way to his stiff cock. His fingers wrapped around it and he gave one hard stroke. He let out a groan and tightened his grip, trying to recreate the feel of Abby’s sweet pussy tightening around him, her soft curves under his grip as he slammed into her over and over. No matter how he changed the pressure of his hand, nothing matched how Abby felt. He had that put to memory, and nothing else would compare. Dammit, at this rate, he’d never be able to get her out of his head. His head knocked back as he replayed the sound of her soft gasps.

He needed her touch so fucking bad it physically hurt.

…

Abby paced the span of the penthouse, not sure what to do. She’d checked in with her boss and assured him she was indoors and safe, not stuck in the blizzard that was wreaking havoc on the city. Even if he was her boss, he’d become more of a father figure over the years. He was about the same age as her father would be if he were still alive, and even if it did sound a little daddy-issue-ish, she could really use advice sometimes, even if it came from the person who wrote her paycheck. She hung up and stood in the bedroom. The door to the bathroom was closed, and she wasn’t sure what Gage was doing.

While she was taking pictures of the penthouse, he’d said something to her, but she’d been engrossed in finding the perfect angles and lighting to really capture the beauty of the space. Anything to increase her odds of landing this deal for the movie.

She hadn’t heard water in a while. Was he done in the shower? Was he taking a bath? Maybe she should check in on him in case he bumped his head and was drowning.

She glanced to the bed at his unopened suitcase and decided that he’d probably not taken clothes in there with him. Maybe he was dripping wet. Possibly naked. A strike of heat zinged straight between her legs, and her hands trembled as she grasped the door handle. Did she really want to catch him in a compromising position? Um, duh. Of course she did. She wanted to see the Maglite in all its glory. Again. Because that was a sight she’d never get sick of.

“Gage?” she called, lightly knocking on the door. Better to be safe than sorry and not catch him totally unprepared.

She heard a muffled grunt in response.

She thought to ask permission to come in the bathroom, but really, what reason did she have? Saying she needed to go to the bathroom was dumb, because there was a powder room in the entryway. Her finger chipped at the polish on her thumb as she decided on a good excuse. Nothing came to mind except
I want to see if your bare ass was chiseled from granite.
The way it looked in his dress pants, it very well might have been. She hadn’t managed to catch a glimpse last night because she was too busy with her face shoved into a pillow screaming out his name. Checking out his ass was the least of her priorities at that point. Now, though, it skyrocketed to the top of the list. Her fingers slid down the door, and before she could say anything, it unexpectedly popped open.

Apparently it hadn’t been shut all the way—not that she was complaining. As the door cleared her view of the bathroom, Gage was laying in the bathtub. Water lapped over his bare chest and his legs, which were propped up on either side of the tub. His eyes were closed, long, dark lashes fanning over his cheeks, his head leaning back against the side of the tub. Water outlined each notch of muscle, every bit of tanned skin. The entirety of his body was on full display except for the patch of soap and dark water pooling below his waist. Where his hand was. Wrapped around his cock. Moving up and down in slow, deliberate movements.

Abby’s breath caught in her throat as she regarded him. His strong hand, the one that wasn’t servicing himself, gripped the side of the white porcelain tub, and his teeth grazed his bottom lip. He looked lost in the moment, his eyes squeezed shut. A stuttered breath flew from his mouth as he uttered, “Fuck.”

She cleared her throat, and Gage opened his eyes, a smile playing at his lips. “I was wondering when you were coming to join me. Ready to help me out a little?” He didn’t bother to stop rubbing himself, his hands making a slick wet sound as it slid through the water. Something about the lewd gesture sent a crack of heat splintering straight through her bones.

“Oh. Um. I don’t know.” She suddenly felt a little out of her depth. It was different last night, when he’d ordered her around. Now that he was giving her a choice, the same self-doubt that plagued her any time she was in the bedroom crept through her, taking over like ivy on a lattice, even as she regarded the hottest thing she’d ever seen in real life.

“The water’s nice,” he mused, and made a gesture of slipping his hands under the surface and then raising them up so the water drizzled down his biceps and dropped back into the tub. His movement in the tub stirred some of the soap. The foam edged to the flesh between his legs, giving an outline to a massive bulge.

She swallowed hard and considered his offer.

“Maybe I should rephrase.” He opened his hooded eyes, and his gaze pierced straight through her. “You have ten seconds to undress and get in the water, or I’m going to drag you in here with your clothes on.” His voice held the authority she craved. The kind that made her damp between her thighs. A voice she was more than happy to obey.

Pants, panties, and shirt off in record time? Check. She didn’t even need the full ten seconds. More like six, and that included the time spent climbing into the tub. Speaking of which, the porcelain monster was big enough for at least a few people. She sat opposite of him, her legs grazing his.

Desire flickered in his eyes as his gaze raked over her naked body. How did women date him on a regular basis? It was unnerving how he was able to discombobulate her thoughts. He’d be dangerous for her in large doses because, dammit, a girl needed to get work done, and she couldn’t think anything but
do me now
when he was around.

“What were you thinking about?” she asked. She couldn’t help it, her gaze swept to where his hand had previously been, to the erection that pierced through the now milky water. Her tongue ran over her lips and she wondered just how good he’d taste.

“When?”

She jutted her chin to the water. “When you were touching yourself.”

His teeth pulled across his bottom lip as he studied her. “You.”

Her breath caught in her throat.

“Me doing what?”

“You really want to know?”

Um, hello, hot dude fantasizing about her while masturbating in the tub. Who wouldn’t want to know every nitty-gritty little detail? “Yes.”

“I was imagining you on your knees. Sucking me off with that pretty little mouth of yours.” He looked up through long lashes. “Think you could take me?”

“I—” The question caught her off guard. Did she think his cock would fit in her mouth? Certainly not all of it, but something about the question made her want to attempt it. “I’d try.”

Heat stirred in Gage’s eyes as he regarded her. Without further prompting, he stood in the tub, water droplets cascading down his chest, trailing down the contours of every muscle. The water around her sloshed about, slicking over her nipples. Her breathing turned heavy, and need once again laced through her. Her tongue darted along her lips, and she’d give anything to be a water droplet on Gage’s body.

Really, right now, she’d participate in whatever fantasy he could conjure up. With that in mind, she still needed to be responsible. “You’re…um, I don’t know how to put this tactfully…”

He nodded, understanding exactly what she was awkwardly trying to ask. “I get tested every few months. I’m clean. Haven’t been with anyone since my last test.”

“Okay, good. Me, too.”

Her gaze moved slowly down his broad chest to the thin path of dark hair starting at his belly button and leading to two delicious lines on either side of his hips. Her breath caught as her eyes landed on Gage’s swollen cock. It was standing at attention, completely inviting. His dick deserved a goddamn salute for its perfection. Abby had never really enjoyed looking at this piece of male anatomy, because when it came to dicks, they weren’t really that appealing. For some reason, Gage’s looked so enticing, water glistening off his skin. For fuck’s sake, her hands nearly reached out in front of her to take it in her grasp. She wanted her fingers to graze over his sensitive skin. She wanted his head to knock back in ecstasy as she gripped his shaft and tugged along the length.

Heat licked between her thighs, and she realized she’d been staring a few moments past polite. Jesus, what was with her? She’d seen dicks before—this wasn’t anything new. And yet, everything about the last twelve or so hours made it painfully clear she knew nothing when it came to satisfaction. But Gage did. And, oh boy, was he giving her a few lessons she’d never forget.

With Gage, everything felt new. That was it—she actually
felt.
Felt the sharp tinge of arousal. Felt her body respond to him. Felt desirable.

He held himself in his hand, slicking back and forth, eyes hooded in lust. “Suck my cock, sweetheart.”

He moved to the edge of the tub, the water going up to his shins as he sat there, legs spread open, inviting her.

A voice in the back of her head told her that she should be disgusted by this. She couldn’t find it in herself to care, because she
wanted
to do it. Wanted to please him, to be the source of his pleasure. It was intoxicating.

She moved to her knees and wrapped her hands around him. The skin of his shaft was softer than she’d imagined. A drip of pre-cum beaded at the tip of his cock, and she ran her tongue along it, catching the salty liquid. Gage let out a groan, one that shook her straight to the core. Hearing this man, that deep growl of pleasure in the back of his throat, was one of the sexiest sounds she’d ever heard. She ran her tongue along him just to hear him do it again.

“I thought you were in charge,” she mused.

His fingers kneaded into her shoulders, pulling her closer. “If you don’t put your mouth back on me in the next five seconds, I will be.”

God, those bossy words messed with her hardwiring. She’d do anything for him if he asked in that tone. “Yes, sir,” she said, more of a smart-ass remark than a serious one.

Before he could say anything, she swirled her tongue around the head of his dick and took half of him in her mouth. She ran her tongue down the thick vein, then lazily looped her way back up to the tip.

“Shit.” The word was more of a pant. She repeated the movement, this time using her hand on the bottom half of his cock, following the motions with her mouth. His hips bucked, and his hand found its way to the back of her head, possessive fingers threading through her hair. “Take me. I need this. I’m going to remember your mouth on me every goddamn time I use my hand.”