Warmth flooded back into her fingertips.Her breathing evened out, then went ragged again, but this was agoodragged. His tongue slid against hers, his fingers kneaded her scalp, and she melted into him.
His rumble of approval sent a jolt of heat straight to her core.
But when she grabbed onto the corded steel of his forearms, he pulled back from the kiss. “That’s my girl,” he murmured. “Ready?”
She lifted his sunglasses so she could see the smile dancing in his eyes too. “Yes.”
“Good.”
He gave her seatbelt a tug, adjusted his pants, and clicked a button. He said something into his headpiece that she didn’t hear, and a minute later, they were rolling down the runway.
Picking up speed.
Faster.
And faster.
And faster.
Until—
“Oh, my sweet baby Jar Jar Binks, are we flying?”
“You bet your sweet ass we are,” came Lance’s cocky response.
The plane shuddered and dipped, but he kept smiling.
And the green patch of ground and houses beneath them kept getting farther and farther away.
“Breathe through it, Kace. Don’t want you to miss this beautiful view.”
Despite the panic dancing at the edges of her brain, she couldn’t deny he was right about the view.
She could see so much of the earth from here. Treetops. Roofs. Half the base. “Is that the golf course?”
“Yep. You play?”
“Nah, but I’ve modified a club or two.”
His chuckle chased away the lingering panic.
She was flying. Soaring above the ground. With physics keeping them aloft in a plane Lance had declared airworthy.
“Do all pilots check their planes like you do?”
“Hell yes.”
The plane dipped again.
So did Kaci’s stomach.
“Normal turbulence,” he said. “Like being on a roller coaster.”
He was right.
Despite the dips and the way the plane seemed to sway from side to side occasionally, it kept flying straight. He made adjustments with the pedals and the wheel thingie, and soon they were flying over the national forest where Lance had launched his rings, headed toward mostly harvested farmland.
She was flying.
