Fighting for Flight JB Salsbury (room on the broom read aloud .TXT) 📖

mind that he has my best interest at heart. He always does.

“I trust you.”

His weight lifts and he falls to my side. I prop myself up on my elbows and look into his handsome, smiling face.

“All right, no more talking.”

On a growl, he leans over and possesses my mouth. His tongue glides along mine, rekindling my need. I tilt my head and press in deeper. My toes curl and my back arches in an attempt to get closer. He sucks my tongue into his mouth and runs his teeth along it as I pull it back. The simple scrape turns my insides to liquid.

More.

The word echoes in my head, sending the message to every nerve cell in my body. He’s consuming me, and I want nothing more than to crawl inside him. His hand curls around the back of my head and he rolls. My legs open to him, cradling his body. He hovers over me, the hard plains of his chest cushioned against my breasts. Flexing his hips, he grinds into me with solid steel and I swallow his moan.

His hands dig into my hair, grabbing it firmly at the roots. A slight tug opens my mouth further and he plunges deeper. With firm pressure he continues to rock against me, building my impending release. My stomach flips with the promise of what’s to come.

Breaking free for air, he kisses down my neck, leaving me panting for breath. His warm mouth closes over the firm tip of my breast. Electricity shoots down my torso to my womb. He switches back and forth, sucking on one while rolling the tip of the other between his finger and thumb. I slide my legs against his, restless and impatient.

“So fucking responsive,” he growls, the rumble of his deep voice against my chest vibrating down my body. “God, you taste so sweet.” He licks and pulls at my breast. “I want to taste the rest of you.”

His words are rocket fuel to my libido. I’m writhing and panting. His hands roam down my torso to between my legs. My body bows off the bed. If I wasn’t so wanton, I’d be embarrassed at my lack of control.

He runs his lips down the length of my body, pausing only to nip at my belly button.

“Mmm, Jonah . . .” I want to say something to communicate how good he feels against my skin, but I’m too lost in the sensation.

Hooking his fingers into the fine lace of my panties, he shreds them with a firm tug. I moan, lifting my hips, and he tosses the flimsy lace to the floor. I’m all feeling and emotion, completely void of rational thought.

He lifts his head and gives me his sexy, one-dimpled smile. This one is similar to the one I’ve gotten before, but better. Way better. His lowered lids and dark glare turn this smile into something different all together, and I’m gone. Completely owned with one look.

I tremble as he places himself between my legs. His eyes lock on mine seconds before he dips down. His mouth presses against me in a probing thrust. My head falls back. Every nerve fires and I’m overcome with desire. His hands still my hips in a display of full carnal domination. Gripping the sheets, I dig my heels into the mattress and push my hips up begging for more. His mouth commands my body, pulling my strings and pushing me on. He slides his hands beneath my bottom to tilt my hips, delving deeper and thrusting harder. Euphoria swirls behind my eyes with every abrasive scratch of his stubble between my legs.

“Jonah, I’m gonna…” My words fade into a glorious moan and I bit my lip.

He pulls back, the cold air hits me hard. I open my eyes to see him braced above me looking intently into my face.

“Why did you stop? I didn’t . . . I was almost . . . there.” My voice whines with disappointment.

“You’re ready.”

He’s not asking, but I nod.

Yes! I’m ready!

He kisses my chin. “You sure about this? Cause, fuck baby, I need to be inside you.” He runs his tongue along my bottom lip. “Deep inside you.”

I push my hips up and dig my fingernails into his arms.

“Yeah, my girl’s ready.”

He slides his pants down and kicks them to the floor. I stare openly at his arousal.

This is going to hurt. Bad.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll go slow.”

My eyes dart to his face. Did I say that out loud?

He crawls up my body, eyes fixed on mine. His hands push my arms above my head, weaving our fingers together. In this position, his weight against me, his huge body forcing my legs apart, I’m completely at his mercy. Helpless against his invasion. And totally safe. Warm, silken heat nudges its way in, slowly pressing, forcing me open. Instinctively, my body resists and I press my knees into his sides.

“Deep breath.” He brushes his lips against my jaw. “Relax.”

Taking a deep breath, I concentrate on relaxing my muscles. He pushes in further.

“I love you.” He speaks the words against my neck, feathering kisses against my skin.

He releases my hands, and I brace them against his ribs. His pulse races against my palms. His hazel eyes darken and worry crosses his face.

“What’s wrong?”

“This is it.”

“It?”

A deep pink blush colors his cheeks. My eyes widen.

Oh, IT.

He looks conflicted. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

I wrap my legs around his hips and use my heels to press him to me. “I’m ready, Jonah. I want this. I want you to be the one to do it. I love you.” The confidence in my voice mirrors the feelings in my heart.

He smiles so sweetly that I’m forced to catch my breath.

“Okay, baby. Take a deep breath and blow it out slowly.”

My eyes lock on his in determination. Taking a deep breath through my nose, I hold it and nod. I blow the breath out slowly, and when I’m almost out of air, he buries himself completely. A