Fighting for Flight by JB Salsbury (best books for students to read .txt) 📗

it across the room. I lie back and lift my hips to rid myself of my panties. His eyes go dark, forehead dropped so he’s looking at me from beneath his thick eyelashes.

If I don’t move fast, he’s going to pounce.

Hopping from the hood, I reach for the waistband of his boxers. He watches as I slide the cotton down his sculpted thighs to his ankles, where he kicks them to the side. In a crouch on the floor, I take advantage of my position and take him deep into my mouth.

“Aww, damn.” He groans and rakes both hands into my hair.

I look up from my position on the ground and watch the ripples of his muscles contract with every thrust of my mouth. Here on my knees, in a position of submission, I’ve never felt more powerful. His body responds to every flick of my tongue, every pull of my mouth. My heart swells with the love I see in his face as he looks down at me.

“Baby, enough.” He hauls me to my feet.

My hands on his chest, I press him back to sit on the hood of the car. He’s stronger than I am and capable of protesting, but he allows my control. And if I’m not mistaken, I think it’s turning him on.

With his back against the hood, I climb above his body, and straddle his hips. He cups my breasts. I give him a moment to play before I take his wrists in my hands and push them above his head. He smiles at me as if my attempt at domination is cute. I give him the wettest, sexiest kiss I can muster, wiping that smile right off his gorgeous face.

“Fuck, baby.” He runs a hand through my hair to rest at my throat. “You’re amazing. My sexy, shy girl one minute, sex crazed vixen the—”

I take him in my hand, lift up on my knees, and bury him. He groans so deeply it vibrates our connection.

“Mine.” My possessive claim tapers off into a moan.

And with that, my dominance is over. His hands tangle into my hair and his back leaves the car. His kiss is deep, proving the word I’ve just said.

Yes. I’m yours.

Exultant tears burn the behind my eyes. I fight to hold them back. My hips roll in waves and Jonah matches my pace. I kiss his jaw, neck, and shoulder, pushing him back against the hood. Bracing my hands on his brawny chest, I thrust harder, pressing down deep, reaching.

“You’re so beautiful, baby. I love watching when I’m inside you.”

I’m beyond words as pleasure coils in my belly. His thrusts become urgent and powerful, spurring on my frenzy. My body is overflowing with sensations, begging for release.

His eyes spark beneath heavy lids. “Let yourself go, baby.”

My body obeys his command. Tiny explosions fire from low in my belly and shoot up my spine. I grip his shoulders and throw my head back. He holds my hips steady as reverberations rock through my limbs.

Lost in the foggy aftershocks of my climax, our positions flip. I lie flat on my back on the hood of the car, and absorb the heat from where Jonah’s body was. My heels brace on the bumper, my knees fall open. I bring them back up, but lack the strength to keep them there.

Jonah leans down and drops a tender kiss on my lips. I kiss him back with lazy strokes of my tongue.

He straightens and grips my hips. Entranced, I watch the slashes of his muscles roll as he finds his release. He bites his lip, and I gasp at the blissful pinch of his fingers digging into my skin.

His pace quickens moments before he groans my name. Goose bumps race across the planes of his chest and ecstasy floods his face. He slows to a glide, sending delicious sensations to my belly. He falls forward, braces himself with his arms, and kisses me.

This kiss isn’t fast or deep, not a beginning to a desperate end. His lips are firm, molding against mine. We explore each other’s mouths in tender strokes. Patient and meaningful, expressing the love between us with every swipe and passing nip.

He breaks the kiss and looks at me. His eyebrows knit together and he looks over his shoulder.

“How many times has this song played?”

My face heats as I try to think of a way to get out of having to explain my song choice and the fact that it’s been on repeat.

Your iPod must be broken. I accidently hit a button. I don’t know why the same song keeps playing. Remember, I only own tapes. The list of excuses keeps growing. I settle on indifference. “I think it’s Beyonce.” I shrug.

His eyes narrow at me. Darn it! He sees right through me every time.

“Yes, I know who it is. I remember putting it on the iPod for you.” His eyes dart to the side as he listens to the words. He hits me with the deadly one-dimple smile. “I guess you like it?”

I nod and turn my face away. Avoiding his eyes will help the red coloring my cheeks to fade.

“I like this song. It . . .”

“It what?”

The softness in his voice tells me he’s well aware of why I like it. Why does he need to hear me say it?

I exhale a heavy breath and meet his eyes. “It reminds me of you. You’re my saving grace, Jonah. My angel.” I wiggle my arms between our bodies and cross them over my chest. “Happy?”

His teasing smile dissolves. His dimple is replaced by a slight tick in his jaw. He doesn’t look angry. More like, confused.

I feel stupid and exposed after my sappy comment. “Can we go inside now?” I hope to get that intense look off his face or at least get me out from under it.

He blinks and his expression softens. “It’s funny, this thing between us.” He flicks his finger back and forth from me to him. “Every concern