Anchors Away-Basic Flight Maneuvers

“I am giving you one minute,” the captain’s voice was deeper than she had ever heard it. Kind of rough-like. Her nipples perked up to listen intently. Damned traitors. “Sixty fucking seconds to tell me to turn around and walk away. Do that, and I will never bother you again.”

She waited for him to explain that little remark, but there was nothing forthcoming. She gaped. Was this dude serious?

“Captain Austin –”

“Seth,” he cut her off. “You have forty-five seconds.”

“Whatever. Where do get off coming in here and demanding anything? If I wanted you I would tell you.”

Yeah, he knew it was a lie, too, ‘cause his lips formed a tight grin. He still didn’t move. So fucking sexy. She had to squeeze her thighs together. Anything to ease the serious throbbing down there. It hurt to breathe. It was going to happen. Right here on the ship. They could get so busted if they were caught. It was kind of exciting really. There was no way in hell she was telling him to leave. But she wasn’t about to just give in and show her belly either.

“Kind of sure of yourself, aren’t you?”

Once again, he didn’t answer. Instead he moved. A slow unwinding of his limbs and he was moving toward her. His shirt came up over his head as he walked forward. Damn that was one hell of a chest! Just the lightest trace of hair and then all planes of muscles looking hard and delicious. She was going to bite them. It was a moral imperative.