Turbulent Intentions (Billionaire Aviators #1) - Melody Anne Page 0,54

and then he stopped when he saw the French doors slightly ajar.

What the hell? His irritation was growing by the minute. When he stepped up to the door and heard the sound of bubbling water and the hum of the hot tub, he growled low in his throat.

Just as quickly as the irritation had grown, it quickly dissipated. Because if the door was open and the tub running, then that meant she was out there. Maybe his night was looking up after all.

With a smile in place where a scowl had been moments before, Cooper stepped onto the deck, moving with purpose toward the tub he could barely see. It was cold out, but that wasn’t a bad thing, considering he wore nothing beneath the towel tucked in at his hips.

Suddenly, though, as he reached the tub and was about to call out to her, the figure in the water shifted, rising from the steam. He was nearly knocked over when she jumped from the hot water and sped past him toward the back door.

What if that hadn’t been Stormy? He hadn’t gotten a good look at the person.

“Stormy. If it’s you, answer now,” he called. There was no answer.

Cooper dashed after the person, exploding into the kitchen and quickly glancing across the room.

The person went down hard where Cooper had fallen not that long ago. The body slid across the floor as if diving for home plate.

Cooper moved forward, and then once again lost his footing on the wet floor, not counting on the added water his escape artist had left behind. Falling forward, he tried to catch himself, but it was no use.

Sliding across the floor, he tumbled into the hot tub bandit, both of them now rolling around in wine and chlorine-scented water.

Cooper froze again, but this time it wasn’t from his need to fight. This time, it was because he had no doubt whom he’d just captured—and somewhere in their tumble his towel had fallen away.

There was no way he could hide the evidence of how he felt about this woman, not when there wasn’t a single stich of clothing between them.

Neither of them spoke for several tense moments as both of them tried to gain back their breath.

“I . . . uh, thought you were in Japan,” she finally said.

“Cancelled flights . . . sick people,” he mumbled. “Why didn’t you answer me?”

“I was panicked being naked,” she said in a gasp.

Stormy was still beneath him, but that didn’t help. With her hands against his shoulders, her fingers moving slightly, he was about to lose control.

Cooper found himself reaching up, his fingers gliding across her soft cheek as he gazed down into her lovely dark eyes.

A slight moan escaped her mouth, and that was it for Cooper. Her lips were moist and parted and he wasn’t resisting for a moment longer. Bending down, he captured her mouth, and together their moans floated around them.

With every rise of Stormy’s soft breasts against him, and the rhythm of her tongue mating with his, Cooper became harder and harder. Pushing her thighs apart, he rested his throbbing manhood against her moist opening.

She was clutching at his hair, no sign of regret within her. Gripping her hip tightly with one hand, Cooper leaned back slightly and then pushed forward, sinking himself fully within her heat.

She cried out—and Cooper froze.

“Are you going to keep playing games or are you going to admit that you know who I am?” he asked, suddenly furious.

He’d lost control for a moment, and he was still on the verge of doing it again, but dammit, he’d meant to talk to her first about this before plunging within her sweet folds.

“I . . . uh . . .” She wasn’t forming coherent words and he was growing more and more angry.

“Is this a game?” he asked.

With no other choice but to strangle her or let her go, he withdrew from her body, wanting to cry out at how wrong that felt.

“No!” she cried out, quickly sitting up with her arms wrapped protectively around her knees.

“What else am I supposed to think?”

She was quiet for a moment. “You didn’t want more than a one-night stand back then and neither did I,” she said, her voice still too quiet for him to figure out what she was feeling or thinking.

“Maybe I did want more,” he said. He thought of the locket he still had.

“Don’t lie, Cooper. It was a great night—but it was only supposed to be one