Page 70 of Falling for the Playboy Pilot

“This is really good,” she said around a mouthful of pancake, syrup glistening on her lips.

“It’s just pancakes,” I said, shrugging like it was no big deal. But it was. I didn’t cook for people. Not like this. Not breakfast in the morning after they’d spent the night in my bed.

“Just pancakes? Dalton, these are amazing. You’re holding out on me.”

I smirked, cutting into my own stack. “Maybe I am.”

It was strange. I had a weird feeling in my chest. Like something I hadn’t realized was empty was suddenly full. She had this way of filling in the gaps, the cracks I’d been carrying around for years without even noticing.

After breakfast, we cleaned up together, her hip brushing against mine as we moved around the small kitchen. She stretched her arm in front of me, and I caught a whiff of her shampoo.

“Where were we?” I murmured against her ear. I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her body against mine, her back to my chest.

She laughed and tilted her head to the side as my lips found the soft skin of her neck. “I think we were about to burn down your kitchen.”

“Worth it,” I growled, my hands sliding up her sides under the oversized shirt. She shivered against me, her body arching into my touch. “You’re a dangerous distraction, Janna.”

“Me?” She gasped as my teeth grazed her shoulder. “You’re the one who can’t keep his hands to himself.”

“Can you blame me?” I turned her in my arms, capturing her mouth in a searing kiss. She melted into me, her fingers tangling in my hair. I backed her against the counter again and jerked the shirt over her head, exposing her beautiful body to mine.

“Dalton.”

“Yeah?” I murmured, my lips trailing down her jaw.

“You’re impossible.”

“And you’re irresistible.”