And back to the screen.
The runway disappeared. Blue sky and fluffy clouds appeared out the front of the cockpit.
She studied her controller. Which button had he said was the aileron?
No matter.
She hit four or five buttons in a row, some short, some long, then pushed down on the throttle.
The view on the TV wobbled, the groundcame into view, and everything on-screen exploded into an orange mess.
“Oops,” she said.
Lance tilted his head toward her.
Miss Higgsharrumphedand demanded to be let off the couch.
Kaci obliged the cat, then flicked a button on her blouse. Another button. A third.
She should probably call Tara and tell her not to hurry home.
His eyes went darker than midnight. His crotch visibly moved and his biceps bulged, but the rest of him held perfectly still.
She popped the last button and let her blouse hang open, her pink lace bra peeking through the gap. “Go on and be a gentleman and help me get this thing off.”
His lips tightened. When he reached up with both hands, his fingers brushed her neck and shoulders with featherlight touches. Goose bumps skittered over her skin. Coolair swirled around her back and belly.
And when Lance had her shirt off, he picked his controller back up, hit two more buttons, and once again they were cleared for takeoff.
She could’ve pointed out that she’d spoken and he hadn’t taken his pants off, but the thrill of anticipation was more exhilarating than chucking pumpkins.
“Go on,” Lance said. “Take off.”
She bit her lip to keep from askingwhathe wanted her to take off, and instead pushed up on the throttle knob.
The plane rolled down the runway, then went airborne.
Unlike yesterday, a storm didn’t appear in the corner of the screen, and they were flying over land instead of water. Lance pointed to a button on her controller. “Raise your landing gear.”
She hit the button and heard aclick.
He pointed to a second set of buttons, his bare arm brushing hers. His hair had a clean shampoo scent, but the rest of him was all sexy, earthy male.
“Left rudder, right rudder.” He indicated the top buttons next. “Left aileron, right aileron. We’re coming up on wind shear. You’re gonna need these.”
Before she could ask how he knew, the view on the TV screen shifted violently.
She shrieked.
“Left aileron, right rudder,” he said.
She hit a string of buttons, but she had no idea if they were the right ones. Her heart leapt into her throat, and the plane pitched forward. Miss Higgs yowled. Ground rushed toward the cockpit windows. “OhmysweetbabyJesus, we’re gonnadie!”
She tossed the controller and covered her face with her hands.
Maybe with two fingers spread so shecould watch.
In case he was serious about taking off more clothes if she kept talking.
