his cheeks peeked out, making her warm all over. “I’m used to taking what I want.”
“And what is it you want?”
“You.” He took a piece of her hair between his fingers, rubbing it like it fascinated him with its texture.
She stiffened and pulled the hair away from him, flipping it over her shoulder. “I’m not for sale.”
“I didn’t say you were—I just said I wanted you.” He stepped closer and took her lips with his in a gentle kiss with just enough pressure against her mouth, she wanted to wrap her arms around him and deepen the kiss. She could feel a moan building in her chest even though she tried to hold it in. When he released her mouth, she slowly opened her eyes as his warm breath whispered across her lips. “Until we see each other again.”
He smiled, before he turned around and quickly disappeared into the house. She shivered at the loss of his body heat, not realizing she watched his departure with rapt attention until she turned to find Mark standing not far away with a frown on his face.
Chapter Seven
“What the hell was that, Jamieson? That was about the stupidest maneuver you’ve done in a long time. Where is your head, Major?” The voice crackled across the headset in her ears, and she sighed.
“Sorry. I’ll do better next time.”
“There wouldn’t be a next time in combat, Major. Fucking get your head on straight.”
“Yes, sir.”
She blinked back the tears threatening to fall down her cheeks. I need to pull my head out of my ass. I just need to get Justin off my mind or make a trip out to his place, so I can get laid again. Either way, something needs to happen soon.
The training mission continued. She banked left when she should have banked right, and she cringed when she heard the colonel’s voice crackle over her headset again.
“Get your ass down here, Jamieson, now!”
Several minutes later, she taxied in toward the hangar with Smitty sitting behind her in the weapons officer’s seat.
“Good luck, Kat. You’re in deep shit this time.”
“Thanks. You’re a lot of help.”
“Hey, it’s not me you need to worry about. The colonel’s got your number today. Not that it’s any of my business, but you seem really distracted. You wanna talk?”
“No.”
“Don’t say I didn’t offer.”
“Thanks anyway. This is just something I need to get over. How about a beer later?”
“Sure. Call me when you’re done getting your ass chewed.”
The cockpit canopy lifted, and she unbuckled her harness before she slipped her helmet off. The colonel stomped in her direction from across the hanger. Ah, fuck! Climbing out of the jet, she jumped onto the tarmac just as the intimidating man reached her side and she saluted.
“Major, would you care to explain your actions up there?”
“No explanations, sir. My actions were careless and not becoming of an Air Force pilot and officer, sir.”
“No, they were not, Major. Follow me,” he said before he turned around. Katrina followed reluctantly, knowing she would probably get one hell of a reprimand once they reached the office. Reaching the hangar, he continued into his office with her close on his heels. The door shut behind them, effectively blocking out any ears who might be listening to their conversation.
“Sit down, Major.” Katrina took a seat while the colonel walked behind his desk and sat in his own. “What’s going on with you, Katrina?”
“I don’t know, Dad.” She sighed heavily and looked across the desk. “I wish I did. I just can’t get my head around this right now.”
“You haven’t been concentrating well the last month or so.” His penetrating gaze met hers across the desk. He made it very difficult to keep their professional distance when he looked at her like that. Right now, he stared at her like a father, not as her superior officer. “Does it have anything to do with the young man I saw you with at your grandmother’s birthday party?”
She tipped her head back
“And what is it you want?”
“You.” He took a piece of her hair between his fingers, rubbing it like it fascinated him with its texture.
She stiffened and pulled the hair away from him, flipping it over her shoulder. “I’m not for sale.”
“I didn’t say you were—I just said I wanted you.” He stepped closer and took her lips with his in a gentle kiss with just enough pressure against her mouth, she wanted to wrap her arms around him and deepen the kiss. She could feel a moan building in her chest even though she tried to hold it in. When he released her mouth, she slowly opened her eyes as his warm breath whispered across her lips. “Until we see each other again.”
He smiled, before he turned around and quickly disappeared into the house. She shivered at the loss of his body heat, not realizing she watched his departure with rapt attention until she turned to find Mark standing not far away with a frown on his face.
Chapter Seven
“What the hell was that, Jamieson? That was about the stupidest maneuver you’ve done in a long time. Where is your head, Major?” The voice crackled across the headset in her ears, and she sighed.
“Sorry. I’ll do better next time.”
“There wouldn’t be a next time in combat, Major. Fucking get your head on straight.”
“Yes, sir.”
She blinked back the tears threatening to fall down her cheeks. I need to pull my head out of my ass. I just need to get Justin off my mind or make a trip out to his place, so I can get laid again. Either way, something needs to happen soon.
The training mission continued. She banked left when she should have banked right, and she cringed when she heard the colonel’s voice crackle over her headset again.
“Get your ass down here, Jamieson, now!”
Several minutes later, she taxied in toward the hangar with Smitty sitting behind her in the weapons officer’s seat.
“Good luck, Kat. You’re in deep shit this time.”
“Thanks. You’re a lot of help.”
“Hey, it’s not me you need to worry about. The colonel’s got your number today. Not that it’s any of my business, but you seem really distracted. You wanna talk?”
“No.”
“Don’t say I didn’t offer.”
“Thanks anyway. This is just something I need to get over. How about a beer later?”
“Sure. Call me when you’re done getting your ass chewed.”
The cockpit canopy lifted, and she unbuckled her harness before she slipped her helmet off. The colonel stomped in her direction from across the hanger. Ah, fuck! Climbing out of the jet, she jumped onto the tarmac just as the intimidating man reached her side and she saluted.
“Major, would you care to explain your actions up there?”
“No explanations, sir. My actions were careless and not becoming of an Air Force pilot and officer, sir.”
“No, they were not, Major. Follow me,” he said before he turned around. Katrina followed reluctantly, knowing she would probably get one hell of a reprimand once they reached the office. Reaching the hangar, he continued into his office with her close on his heels. The door shut behind them, effectively blocking out any ears who might be listening to their conversation.
“Sit down, Major.” Katrina took a seat while the colonel walked behind his desk and sat in his own. “What’s going on with you, Katrina?”
“I don’t know, Dad.” She sighed heavily and looked across the desk. “I wish I did. I just can’t get my head around this right now.”
“You haven’t been concentrating well the last month or so.” His penetrating gaze met hers across the desk. He made it very difficult to keep their professional distance when he looked at her like that. Right now, he stared at her like a father, not as her superior officer. “Does it have anything to do with the young man I saw you with at your grandmother’s birthday party?”
She tipped her head back
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