Chapter 69

"You. Me. Cockpit," Mase whispered in my ear after dinner. His warm breath feathered over my skin, shuddering fiery currents straight to my center. I bit back a moan and sat at the dinner gurney again to control my erratic breathing.

He followed Captain Glenn out of the dining room, leaving me to wonder if he'd really just said those words or if my whorish subconscious was messing with me. It had to have really happened, though, because that man could play so dirty. How did he expect me to walk to the cockpit with the throbbing between my legs?

Ellison paused her dish stacking to rest a hand on my shoulder. "You okay? You're all flushed."

"Fine," I said, squirming in my seat. "Great. Just a little warm is all."

Ellison narrowed her eyes and sat in Mase's chair. "You like him, don't you?"

Playing dumb would only irritate her, so I decided to give her whole-hearted honesty. "I love him."