Without more than a few words between us, I followed him outside to the Jeep. The benefit of his shower was that he changed into shorts and I got to see his muscled legs for the first time. Every inch of this man was sexy. Even with all the muscle, he moved with the grace of a panthersleek and deadly. I wanted to ride his hips and force him to lose control. Hell, I wanted to lose control.
He drove us back to the airplane and I wondered if he was crazy. If he took me on the plane, even for a short flight, I'd be in no shape to train.
"I need to back the plane out of the hangar. Stay out of the way," he ordered with barely a look in my direction.
I grit my teeth but didn't ask questions and did as I was told. The engine engaged and the plane rolled out. I felt relief when he cut the engine. Brack then jumped down and removed a few things from a stowage compartment.
No way!
"Those are not tennis rackets." I looked at the short nubby things in horror.