THE CRAZY GOOD SERIES - Rachel Robinson Page 0,27

sounds more like fuck me, than a recreational sport. My dick, who has been tenting my pants since I removed the key from the ignition, is on high alert. I know I need to take it slow; he doesn’t. Poor bastard. “Are you even qualified to do that?”

I laugh loudly. “Of course I’m qualified to do that. Who do you think I am? You think I’d break the law?” I grab a bag from the backseat.

“I mean of course you can do it, but you can do it with me under you?” She shakes her head. It looks so cute. I know what she means, but I want to go there anyway. The sexual tension is so thick I’m about to choke on it.

“Windsor, you can be in any position you want to be in. Today, for tandem skydiving, you will be under me. I’ll make it good…fun. I promise,” I tell her. I’ve never gone tandem with a woman before. Usually it’s one of my buddies swinging under me during training trips.

“I’m scared. This is not on my bucket list, Maverick. Do you know how many things can go wrong? I mean there must be at least a thousand glitches that could happen. We’d careen into the earth so fast we’d explode!” she says, her voice rising. I can just smile and reassure her that I won’t let anything happen to her. Because I won’t. Her worries do distract me from her ass, which is a good thing.

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We’re up in the small, rickety airplane ascending to twelve thousand feet where we will jump out of a perfectly good flying machine. She made me check her harness twenty-two times before she agreed to board the plane. I indulged her mainly because it meant my hands were all over her—in between her legs, her waist, her shoulders. I went over the procedures and what exactly I expected of her. She paid attention, her eyes wide, as if her life depended on it. She thought it did, which made me laugh. Her life depends on me. Windsor got a little pissy when I told her that.

“I hate this part,” I whisper into her ear. She’s sitting on my lap because she’s officially connected to me. She turns her head to the side and her eyes go wide.

She clutches my pants in her hands. “Do not say stuff like that, Maverick!” she yells back over the whir of the engines. The buildings on the ground are getting smaller and smaller. I wrap my hands around her waist and drag her back to my chest. She tenses for a second, then relaxes completely into me. When she leans her head back against my shoulder and turns it to look up at me, my head swims. The trust in her eyes gives me a high I only get from a couple other places.

“I got you,” I say, and hope it’s not a fucking lie. I want to have her not just now as we hurl toward earth, but for as far into the future as I can comfortably predict.

She nods her head, though her heart is hammering. I feel it thumping into me, and I know exactly what will take her mind off everything. I want to kiss her so badly I can already taste her lips. I’ve been so close so many times in the past weeks that I think I know what her lip-gloss will taste like when I lick it off. I’ve memorized her every curve and have predicted what she will feel like in my hands as we make-out furiously, no caution—just tongues and skin and sweat.

“Take a leap, Windsor. I won’t let anything happen to you,” I tell her as I lift her to stand in front of me. She nods once more, but I believe it this time because she smiles before she turns around, her back still pressed against my front.

A muffled voice fills the cabin of the plane, announcing that we’ve reached our jumping altitude. We’re the only two so we walk together, like we practiced in unison, so we don’t trip, to the door. Mannie comes over and unlatches the hatch exposing the blue sky. A whistle fills the air and Windsor lets out a little scream. I chuckle to myself, remembering the first time I jumped out of an airplane, the adrenaline consuming me. It really does go against every self-preservation defense mechanism the human body has. My heart picks up, like it always does,