Fly With Me (Wild Aces #1)(10)

They could laugh all they wanted; I had everything I needed in the palm of my hand.



JORDAN

I followed Noah to a cabana not far from the lounge chairs, my heart pounding. I was nervous, and excited, and turned on beyond belief, ridiculously relieved that my gamble had paid off. He was definitely still interested.

The cabana was bigger than I’d expected, fully stocked with a flat-screen TV, two loungers, a couch, a couple of chairs, and a platter of food and bottles of alcohol. House music played through the speakers, ivory-colored drapes left open to highlight the view of the pool. I set my bag on the chair, putting my mimosa down on one of the end tables.

More nerves filled me, my body frozen in the middle of the room. I hadn’t thought past this moment. I was alone with a ridiculously fine guy I barely knew and some combination of excited nausea rolled through me.

Don’t throw up.

I heard him move behind me, and then his hand was at my nape as my eyes closed and I leaned into his touch, my head rolling back to rest on his shoulder, his hips pressing into me.

Gah.

His chest was warm against my back, his body strong. Noah gathered me in his embrace, turning me around until I faced him.

Tension slammed into me, anticipation running through my veins. I tilted my head up the extra inches I needed to put my mouth on his.

His lips parted the second we touched, his hand coming up to cradle my head, his fingers stroking my hair, caressing my scalp. I went catlike again, barely resisting the urge to purr at his touch.

Magic hands.

His mouth slanted over mine, his tongue sliding between us, sending tendrils of fire licking through my body. His other hand slipped down to the small of my back, holding me tight, his erection grinding against me. I might have whimpered the second I felt him hard and heavy between my legs, my hips moving instinctively, wanting him inside me, my clit throbbing.

I figured I’d played hard to get for long enough. Either way, I didn’t have it in me for more.

I gripped his biceps, holding on for dear life, my fingernails digging into his skin so hard I’d probably leave a mark. I was too far gone to care.

He pulled away first, his mouth swollen, a sexy grin tugging at the corners of his lips.

Fuck me, I might have just found Bigfoot.

I sat down on the edge of one of the loungers, my legs shaky, that light-headed feeling returning again. This guy should have come with a warning label.

Caution: Kisses will make you forget your name. Proceed at your own risk.

Noah’s hands settled on his hips, watch gleaming against his tan skin, the motion tugging the trunks down a bit, exposing dips on either side of his waist.

I died. Holy hell, he had penis cleavage.

Penis cleavage, like the Chupacabra and Bigfoot, was another urban legend as far as I was concerned. I’d heard about it, seen it in magazines, in the occasional movie with an actor that you knew had gone on an apple diet to get a body like that. But I’d never seen it on a flesh-and-blood man.

That was one item checked off the bucket list.

“Do you want a drink?”

I shook my head, the mimosa already discarded, needing to keep my wits about me in the face of all that male magnificence.

“Food?”

I shook my head again. You didn’t eat in a bikini like this.

“Drapes open or closed?”

Gah.

“Closed.”

Definitely, closed.





FOUR




NOAH

My hands shook as I shut the drapes behind me, blocking out the pool and everything around us. I figured the closed drapes were about as effective as leaving a tie or sock on a doorknob. Thor and Easy would definitely get the message and stay away.

I turned around and my jaw dropped.

Jordan leaned back in one of the lounge chairs, her cover-up on the floor next to her, wearing only the white bikini, which I was pretty sure would prove fodder for quite a few future fantasies.

This girl was unbelievable.

I stalked toward her, sitting down on the edge of the lounger. Jordan slid back, making room for me next to her. Neither one of us spoke. The beat of house music broke the silence between us, tension filling the air.

I lay back on the lounger, rolling over to my side so I could look at Jordan, her body mirroring mine. I propped my head up with my hand, staring down into her face, admiring her brown eyes and pouty mouth. At some point she’d taken her sunglasses off her head, and I couldn’t resist the urge to play with her hair, my fingers lingering on the strands just inches away from the slope of her breast.

Her legs brushed against mine, our limbs tangling together, the curve of our bodies two interlaced half-circles.

I swallowed. I couldn’t remember the last time, if ever, that I’d been this attracted to a girl. Puberty? Smooth had gone out the window and now I just prayed I didn’t make a complete and total ass of myself. Even as my control hung by a thread.

“I dreamed about you last night.”

I hadn’t intended on telling her, but the words escaped of their own volition.

A pink flush settled over her cheeks.

“Really?”

I nodded.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I annoyed the shit out of Easy and Thor this morning looking for you.”

Jordan curled into my touch, moving closer, her breasts inches away from my chest.