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Love at Five Thousand Feet

The church steeple loomed at them.

The bi-plane banked to the left, the boarding house below them. As they flew over Main Street, the plane rose to a higher altitude.

She peered from side to side observing the earth from a perspective she’d never dreamed about. The thick green forests would open to a lake or pasture then another forest would come into view. The vibration of the bi-plane swept through her body, dulling her senses. She closed her eyes and relaxed against the seat. She had no idea how long they’d been in the air.

The humming of the wires changed to a higher pitch. The airplane picked up speed. She grabbed the sides of the seat as fear clutched her heart. She closed her eyes and prayed. The bi-plane hit the pasture with a bounce before coming to a stop close to the shed.

Victor turned off the engine. He stepped out, climbed on the plane beside the seat and reached for Dottie’s hand to help her out.

He jumped off the wing, grabbed her around the waist, and set her in front of him. Without saying a word, he took her face in his hands. He bent to kiss her. Her legs were weak from flying. She hadn’t gotten used to being on land. When he kissed her, it was as if she were in a whirlpool, the earth spinning around her.

She swayed, Victor steadied her. “Well, how do you like it?”

She tightened her hold on his arm as the earth turned beneath her. “What, the flying?”

He pulled the aviator cap off her head. “Yes the flying.”

“I was scared at first, but when we got in the air, I relaxed and enjoyed the ride.”

The Barnstormer
​Ruth Ann drifted to sleep and woke when Frankie silenced the engine of the airplane. “We got here quick. I’m glad I missed the landing. It scares me to land and take-off.”

“I didn’t know. I thought you liked to fly.” He unfastened his seat belt.

“I do, after we’re in the air and before we land.” She waited for him to come around and help her out of the plane.

His Ford Coupe sat alone in the parking lot. He put her suitcases in the car and headed into the hangar. “I have a couple of things to do before I take you home, I won’t be long.”

She followed him. She roamed the building to make sure Al wasn’t hiding. “I’ll wait in here with you.” Her heart raced with excitement while her stomach quivered from nerves. She wanted to kiss him, wanted him to kiss her.

Frankie stepped to his desk and studied a piece of paper.

She followed him, took the paper out of his hand and placed it on the desk. She captured his hands and placed them around her waist.

He stepped back. “What’re ya doin’?”

She tiptoed and put her hands behind his neck and pulled his head toward her. She kissed him. The touch of his lips sent a shock wave through her body. He took control and devoured her mouth in a demanding kiss. She reveled in his scent. He smelled like musk, spice, motor oil and the sky.

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The Lady Flyer
He stared at the lake he flew over each time he landed at the airfield, stopped the car, and turned off the ignition. “Your uncle’s lake?”

“Yes, there’s a bench where we can sit and talk.”

He opened her door and put his arm around her waist drawing her close. Twilight gave enough light for him to see the bench close to the lake. He waited for her to sit and then he sat, held her hand and placed a kiss on her cheek. He stared at the sky as the stars came out one by one. “This is a magical place.”

She placed her hand on the back of his neck and pulled his face close.

He gazed into her eyes. The jolt of his gut reaction unnerved him. She’d been sealed in his heart since the day he met her and if he kissed her the way his lips wanted there would be no going back. Her mouth enticed him, soft and willing. Instead of kissing her lips, he placed a chaste kiss on the top of her head. She put her arms around his neck, her body melted into his. Every woman before her, every disappointment, every happiness sabotaged by her embrace. He brushed kisses on the velvet skin of her neck and obeyed his heart. He fell into her snare and captured her mouth, devouring the sweetness of her lips, her response as eager as his.

Home In Wylder
She wanted to say something, tell him how lovely
everything looked. How he’d done a wonderful job
with his house and furnishings. She turned to tell him,
but his gaze stopped her. His look seared her soul with
desire and beckoned her toward him. As if she traveled
through time and space, she found his embrace.
Daniel held her close and rested his chin on the top
of her head. “I don’t know how we found each other,
but I’m glad we did.” He turned her face up and
claimed her lips.
The fiery kiss stirred a passion that bloomed in her
belly and raced through her blood. He stopped kissing
her and she inhaled a deep breath. The smell of leather
and everything Daniel fanned the flames. She wanted
this man and he wanted her. She closed her eyes and bit
her bottom lip. Would he think she an immoral woman
if she let him love her?
He put his fingers under her chin and tugged her
face up. “Are you all right?”
The tenderness she found in his eyes answered her
question. “I am.” She placed her hands around his neck
and pulled his face to hers. She kissed him, opening her
mouth to his sensual kiss. She followed his lead as he
waltzed her around the room. He held her close while
his fingers gently caressed her body, and his mouth did
wonderful things to her lips.
The Wylder Rose
She cradled the sides of his head in her hands. His curly reddish-brown hair fell below his ears and his well-trimmed beard suited his handsome face. An urge to kiss him swept over her. As if he read her mind, he lifted her from the chair and brushed a kiss across her lips. She melted into his embrace and rested her head on his chest. His body was hard as molded steel, and his muscles rippled as he enfolded her in a tender embrace. She’d never been this protected and cared for in her thirty years of life. He put his hand under her chin and lifted her face. His lips were on hers before she could speak. Searching. Probing. Demanding. A man, a woman each lost in the intensity of desire. The image of him naked made her core lust after a connection. She let herself feel for the first time in years, feel the affection, feel the lust, feel the love. When the kiss was over, her body instinctively gravitated toward him desiring more. “Come.” He steadied her with his arm around her waist and guided her to his bedroom. “I want you to rest, comfortable in a bed, not on the floor.” They entered a bright room with a large ornately carved bed, dressing table and mirror, and large wardrobe. The Scotsman appeared to be a strong, rough cowboy, but she was learning he was more refined and intelligent than Walker. How could she compare a devil to Callum MacPhilip?
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