He eyes me suspiciously before turning toward his computer and typing on the keyboard and repositioning the mouse. "And what was your colleague's name?"

"Harlow Wilson. She's doing the round trip with us back to Seattle tomorrow."

"And you are?"

"Porter Daniels, Chief Pilot for Wilson Air and her friend," I reply, deadpan. This guy is pissing me off with all his questions. Especially when all I want to do is find Harlow and see if she'll even give me the time of day.

"Alright, but don't come to complain to me if she doesn't answer the door. You do know what time it is, right?" I don't miss the snark in his tone, tempting me to give him an attitude adjustment. But I refrain, distracted by my phone when it vibrates in my hand.

HarlowI'm awake. We can catch up tomorrow.

Oh, hell no. I'm not going to let this slide just when I've decided to make my move. There is also no way I'll be able to sleep unless I know she is truly okay. Armed with her room number, I hop into an elevator and push the button to her floor.

I have a momentary loss of confidence when I reach her door, but then I remember the look of dejection on her face when I pussied out earlier. There is no way I'm going to do it again.

So I knock. And I wait. And then wait some more.

Then the door opens and I'm rendered speechless by the sight of Harlow wearing a white hotel robe tied around her waist, with flushed red cheeks and her dark brown hair piled high on her head in a top knot.

Sexy. As. Fuck.

Her eyes go wide the moment they meet mine. "Porter? Did you get my text? I said I'd see you tomorrow. Is something wrong?"

"No, nothing's wrong. Well there is something wrong, but it's nothing like that. Um . . . shit. I'm fucking this up. Can I come in?"

She waves her hand in the air, gesturing to her body. "I'm not exactly dressed for visitors."

"You're dressed perfectly for me." Fuck, did those words really just come out of my mouth? Wheel it back, Daniels.

Her head jerks back at my compliment. "Porter, are you okay?"

I run my hand through my hair, not sure how to do what I really want to do. Or more so, to stop myself from doing what I've been dying to do for hours, days, ever since I laid eyes on her . . .

"You coming in?" I watch as she takes a step back and makes space for me to walk past her, something I almost screw up when I get a whiff of vanilla as I get close to her.

Then I decide to bite the bullet and follow my instincts.

I grab her around the waist with one hand, cupping her cheek with the other and pull her body in hard against mine.

"Porter?" she whispers.

All I get out is, "I can't stop," before I lick her bottom lip, silently begging for permission. When she opens her mouth and darts her tongue out to meet mine, I know she wants this as much as I do.

I kiss her, pouring everything I want, everything I'm feeling into the kiss. My heart pounds against my chest, just waiting for her to stop it. But she doesn't; she returns everything I give her, with a passion matching my own. The feeling is heady. Finally I have her in my arms, my lips touching her, tasting her. I tighten my hold and push her into the hotel room wall, letting her feel everything she does to me.

She steps back, placing both hands on my shoulders as she forces us apart. "Are you drunk?"

"No," I reply hoarsely, struggling to catch my breath.

"I couldn't take it if you were drunk. Especially if you were to regret this."

I shake my head and meet her gaze, knowing that I need to reassure her. "Not drunk. Stupid, maybe, but not drunk. I had two drinks with dinner. I know what I'm doing and who I'm doing it with."

"Port-"

I keep talking, not giving her a chance to change her mind. "The only thing I want to get drunk on right now is you." I raise my hands to meet hers and ease them down as I step forward, only stopping when my body is right up against hers again. Cupping her face in my hands, I move my head forward until our lips are barely touching. Each breath we take mingles together, her warm exhale caressing my lips, making it almost impossible to hold back. "Your smell . . . your taste, and most of all the way you feel the moment I sink my cock into you the first time."

"Oh, hell," she whimpers as I drop my arms grabbing her ass to hoist her up, forcing her long legs to wrap around my hips. Gently lowering her onto the king-size bed, I push against her, pressing my throbbing cock hard against her robe-covered core.

Burying my face in her neck, I pull the thin supple skin between my teeth and suck hard, marking her, wanting to make her mine.

"Just one night . . ." she adds on a moan as I move my mouth across her collarbone, loving the feeling of her body beneath mine. It feels so right.

Fuck, I'm an idiot. I could've had this, Harlow, months ago. Instead, I was a stubborn asshole who went for easy instead of seeing what was right in front of him all along. Putting my loyalty to her father ahead of what my body, and if I'm being honest, my heart, really wanted.

Breathing heavy, she leans down to whisper in my ear, "No regrets . . ."

Oh, hell no.

"Fuck one night, sweetheart. One night together is just a warm up for us. One night is like a pre-flight check. Dammit, Harlow. I don't want one night. I want the whole damn journey with you. I shouldn't have pulled away today. I did it and have regretted it ever since. I've been holding you at arm's length out of respect, but I can't do it anymore. I'm not strong enough to stay away. I need you more than my next breath, and I plan to keep breathing for a long, long time."

"Kiss me, Porter." Her voice is full of heat, lust. Hearing my name roll off her tongue like a sweet caress does me in. The realization that she wants this as much as I do is heady, and fuck if it doesn't feel like a fist is closing up around my heart. Unable to resist giving her what she wants, I do as asked, moving back up and thrusting my tongue into her mouth, taking what I want without regret.

I roll to my side so I can watch her, so I can see how she reacts to me. In this moment, I want everything she's got to give and more.

Resting my head on my bent arm, I run my fingers through her soft black hair, smoothing the stray wisps from her face as the back of my hand moves softly down her neck and across her skin. Delving beneath the soft robe, I sweep the material aside to expose her naked form.

I watch with fascination the rapid rise and fall of her chest that gives away the effect my touch has on her. My hand brushes over her breast and my cock twitches against my straining zipper, Harlow's eyes flaring with heat when my thumb rolls over her hardened peak. Unable to resist any longer, I move down the bed before leaning over and circling her nipple with my tongue. I wrap my lips around her and suck rhythmically while kneading her other breast. Arching her back, she pushes her body against me and I lose all semblance of control.

I move back up and take her mouth once more, leaving one hand rolling her nipple between my forefinger and thumb. Moaning against my tongue, she matches me stroke for stroke, her hands tangling in my hair as we both struggle to get even closer to each other.

"Need you naked, Port. I want to feel your body against mine," she moans, ripping her mouth from mine to catch a desperate breath.

"With pleasure, sweetheart." I stand up and reach over my shoulder, pulling my shirt over my head in one smooth movement and chucking it on the floor before undoing my slacks and dragging them down my legs, along with my boxer briefs. I watch her peruse my body from head to toe, swallowing hard the moment she sees my jutting cock. "You're beautiful," she notes, meeting my eyes.

"Men aren't beautiful," I reply hoarsely, dropping a knee between her parted legs as I lean over her body. I shift the robe off her shoulders leaving her completely naked beneath me. "But you're exquisite. God, I've always imagined what you looked like underneath your uniform but now you're here, I realize that I'm the luckiest son of a bitch in Chicago right now."

"I need to feel you. All of you," she murmurs seductively. She wraps her arms around my shoulders and tugs me down so we're skin to skin, head to fucking toe, and I shift so that my cock rests against her smooth center.

Lifting her hips, she pushes up against my cock, her wet pussy stroking me as she continues to glide up and down my shaft.

"Fuck, you're soaked."

"I've wanted you forever, Port."

Bracing my hands above her head I thrust against her, relishing in the sexy moans and whimpers escaping her mouth. "You feel fucking perfect. So wet for me. Can't wait to feel you wrapped around my cock."

"Please," she begs, her teeth grazing my bottom lip. "I need you."

"I want to make you come against my tongue. To taste you as you fall apart against my mouth." I slide my body down against hers, stopping to lave at her breasts once more before peppering her stomach with kisses. Nipping her skin above her mound, I mark her again before soothing the sweet sting with my tongue. And then I'm there, delving between her folds with my eager mouth, her sweet taste obliterating my senses as I lose all semblance of control.

My mouth attacks with vigor, circling her clit before covering it with my lips and flicking the hardened nub against my tongue as she rides my face. She moans loudly as her hands clutch my head, holding me to her. Moving lower I spear her with my tongue, rubbing her clit with the ball of my thumb. I run my hands around her legs and hook them over my shoulder, feeling the telltale clench of her thighs. Sucking her clit back into my mouth, I push two fingers inside her scorching heat, thrusting them in and out in time with her hips.

"God, Porter, I'm so damn close," she spits out.

Desperate to hear her scream out my name so every damn person in this hotel knows that Harlow Wilson is mine, I graze my teeth over her sensitive nub and feel a surge of overwhelming satisfaction as she screams my name hoarsely and falls apart against me. I continue to slowly thrust my fingers inside of her and gently circle her with my tongue as she comes back down to earth, her muscles relaxing against me as she relishes in the afterglow.

Rising up, I hover above her and take in her flushed cheeks and hooded eyes. "How you doing there, sweetheart?"

"You're so fucking good at that."

"Only because of the number of times I've dreamed of making you come and burying my tongue inside of you."

"How about you bury something else inside me?"

I push my hips down against hers and glide my cock through her folds. "Got any ideas about what?"

She bucks up against me and I groan at her offering, her slickness coating my cock as we rub up against each other.

"I'm sure something will pop up," she says with a knowing smirk. She's looking so fucking sexy right now, with her mussed hair and flushed skin. I run my tongue against her lips and trail it along her jaw before sucking the sensitive skin below her ear, making her whimper once more.

"In me. Now, Port."

"With fucking pleasure," I state as I pull back and drive my cock inside her pussy, her muscles clenching against the invasion.

"Shit, forgot protection." I go to pull out but Harlow wraps her legs around me and digs her heels into my ass, pushing me deeper and stopping me from moving.

"I'm clean and on birth control. I trust you Porter. You wouldn't hurt me, would you?"

I lose myself in her aqua blue eyes. They're wide open and I suddenly realize that this means just as much to her as it does to me. "Sweetheart, never in a million years would I hurt you. I'm clean. Never gone without a rubber before."

The smile she gives me is huge. She pulls me down for a kiss and pushes against my ass again, urging me to move, which I do gladly. I thrust slowly against her, my cock gliding in and out of her, fitting perfectly inside of her as I struggle to hold back my release "Fuck, you're too tight. Too good." I rest my head against her shoulder and she covers my neck with big open-mouthed kisses before latching onto the skin and sucking hard, marking me as I have done to her. "I want you to fill me up, Port," she murmurs into my ear as we lose control.

I rise up above her and stare at her beautiful face as I continue to drive my cock inside of her. As I pull out she pushes her hips against my pelvis, urging me to go deeper, harder, faster. So I do. I drop my body down against hers, our clammy skin sticking together.

"I'm gonna come. God, I'm going to come," she moans, grabbing my head and slamming her mouth against mine, our tongues tangling together as her muscles clench around my cock and I crash headfirst into my release. My cock pulses inside of her as she cries out, the sound of our voices filling the room as we come apart in each other's arms.

I drop to the bed beside her, rolling her body until she's lying on top of me. "Fuck, I'm an idiot for waiting so long for this."

She giggles and plants a gentle kiss on my shoulder. "Yeah, but it was worth it."

Never have truer words been spoken.

Chapter 6.

Harlow I wake up enveloped in heat, warm all over and deliciously sore in all the right places. I reach my hand behind me and rest it on Porter's naked hip, his pelvis perfectly melded to mine.

Running my hand up and down his unblemished skin, I wish I could explore him in the daylight and take my time to relish in the hard lines and planes of his body.

For months I've dreamed about waking up next to this beautiful man and the first opportunity I get to really see him in all his naked glory, I'm facing the wrong damn way. Well, there is an easy fix to that problem.

I remove my hand and try to inch away from him but he stops me just as I'm trying to ease my way out from underneath the arm that's draped around my waist.

"Tap and gap?" he asks playfully.

I giggle and roll around in his arms, facing him and looking right into those bright green eyes of his. With his hair pointing out in all directions, he looks suitably mussed considering the events of the night before-and the early hours of this morning, too.

"Why would I want to leave when I have a man like you in my bed to wake up to?" I scan his face, watching carefully for any sign of regret. "And besides, this is my hotel room."

"Stop that," he says, a slow smile growing on his lips.

"Stop what?" My eyes widen slightly as I try to figure out what he means. There is no way he could know what I was thinking just moments beforehand.

"Stop waiting for me to make an excuse to leave." He reaches up and moves a stray wisp of hair away from my face, leaving his hand resting on the back of my head. "I'm right where I want to be. I don't have an escape plan. I don't want one." He lifts himself up and over me until he's pushing his hard parts into my soft ones, making his intentions very clear.

Looking up at him, I can see the sincerity in his eyes. He wants me to believe him.

"You don't regret this?"

He sighs softly. "Don't you get it, Har? I've wanted you for a long time. I've wanted this . . ." He grinds his hips against mine to make a point-a very obvious point I must admit. " . . . for a long time."

"I bet you say that to all the naked girls in your bed," I say on a laugh, trying to lighten the mood while also finding out exactly where I am in his world. I kick myself. I've done the girl thing that I swear most girls do at some point or another in our lives. We like a guy, we sleep with said guy, then we overanalyze what is happening between ourselves and said guy until it drives us crazy and leads us to do something stupid.

I see his face fall and it hits me that I've done that stupid thing I just thought about. He pushes off me and rolls his legs off the bed until he's sitting on the side, his elbows resting on his thighs and his head hanging low as it shakes from side to side.

What did I say-stupid!

I try to backtrack. "Porter, I didn't mean that you do this all the time. I'm just a little confused as to why you've suddenly noticed me."

He stands up suddenly and turns toward me, still naked, still hard, and still very distracting.

"I've always noticed you. And last night was not a booty call. It was not me trying to get laid during a layover."

"Getting laid during a layover? I don't know about you but it's definitely a first for me." I smirk at him and breathe a little easier when I see his lips twitch, trying to hold back a laugh.

Putting a knee on the bed, he kneels beside me, his cock closer to my mouth than anywhere else on my body and my mind instantly goes to thinking about tasting him again.

"I won't lie, Har, there have been a lot of women in my past. I've never proclaimed to be a saint, but I'll tell you this-I will never lie to you, I have never lied to you, and there has not been another woman in my bed since the moment I walked into Wilson Air and laid eyes on the sexiest Marketing Manager I have ever met. The only reason I did not make a move sooner was because your father is my boss and I have a lot of respect for him. The fact that he has asked me to watch out for you just compounded the problem, because how can I look out for you when I get hard just being near you? When I see red just thinking about another man touching you?"

"Porter, why-"

"I almost punched that asshole out yesterday because he was holding you down. I didn't think first, I just saw you struggling and suddenly I was there in front of him with my forearm digging into his throat."