Fly With Me (Wild Aces #1)(16)

I wondered what it would be like to be married to one of these guys, but somehow I couldn’t imagine it. I was pretty chill in relationships, had never really seen much point in getting jealous, but I figured it had to be weird to be home in Oklahoma while your husband was out in Vegas with guys like Easy. And likely, even weirder that this was a common occurrence.

“He’s my boss,” Noah murmured as the rest of the group headed toward the blackjack table, us lagging behind. “He’s a good guy.”

I smiled up at him, so many emotions pinging through me that I wasn’t sure I trusted my voice. We’d gone from my wheelhouse to something I didn’t know how to navigate.

“Are you okay?” he asked and something lurched in my chest.

It was the same something I couldn’t shake. I’d told myself this was a fun weekend, but little by little, fun was giving way to this feeling inside me, this idea that maybe we could keep in touch after this weekend. Maybe it wasn’t that ludicrous. We could e-mail or something.

I froze, staring up at him. I didn’t know what I was. What I wanted. What I needed. Where this was going. If I even wanted it to go anywhere. I knew nothing beyond the rush of desire crashing into my body like waves over rocks and the feeling that I’d been caught up in the eye of a hurricane, unable to get my bearings.

His gaze darkened, his voice achingly soft, a whisper that trembled through my bones. “What?”

I shook my head and started to walk forward, some part of my brain convinced that I just had to outrun this, fight or flight giving way to flight. I made it a step, maybe two, and then his hand tugged me back. For a moment we faced off in the casino, the sounds of slot machines pinging around us, people yelling, the bright lights flashing around us, the scent of smoke, and cheap perfume, and alcohol adding to the sensory overload. And then it all fell away.

Noah stared down at me, his gaze intent, as if he could somehow sift through all the confusion in my head, as though he could see that I was freaking out, that this had gone from fun and casual to quicksand in the blink of an eye and I didn’t know how to deal. He reached out, brushing my hair over my shoulder, his touch lingering on my bare skin, his hands branding me. My throat closed up, my heart pounding, my limbs achy, my body feverish like I had the flu. And then the chills hit me, my nipples puckering, my body flashing hot and cold as desire pushed past the point of want into have-to-have-you.

And then he kissed me again.

He tasted like bourbon, and as soon as his mouth came down on mine, I knew I wouldn’t be content to just kiss him. I wanted more, and unless the Venetian was going to be cool with me straddling him on an empty blackjack table, we were definitely going to need to get the hell out of here.

Noah’s arms enveloped me, holding me tight against his body. His hands roamed over my curves, cupping my ass. I moaned, the sound captured between our lips.

“Do you want to get out of here?” he murmured. “We have a penthouse suite upstairs. It has an amazing view of the Strip.”

Amazing view of the Strip sounded suspiciously like code for Let’s get it on, and a hallelujah chorus sounded in my ears.

“Yes.”

I wasn’t sure I said the word as much as shouted it.

His palm slid into mine, our fingers linking, and another thrill tumbled through my body.

I was a junkie, and tonight didn’t feel like enough of a fix. He was a buffet spread out before me, and the desire to gorge myself on him was inescapable. I had two more nights in Vegas, two more nights and then gone. The clock ticked, our time together lessening with each minute that passed us by. And suddenly, playing it cool flew out the window.

We walked over to where most of the group stood near a blackjack table, the guys seated, an impressive stack of chips in front of Easy.

Noah interrupted, taking the lead when I was still too turned on, confused, you name it, to speak. “E?”

His friend stopped talking to Stacey and Amber and looked over at us. Hell, it felt like everyone was looking at us.

“We’re going to head out.”

Noah delivered the line with way more smoothness than I could have, as though, We’re going to head out wasn’t what we all knew it to be: We’re going to screw like rabbits for a couple hours; don’t come up.

Meg’s eyebrows rose while Stacey and Amber looked at me like I’d just won a grand at a slot machine. Maybe two.

Meg pulled me away from the group, her voice somewhere between giddy excitement and sisterly concern. “You’re going up to his room?”

I shifted my body so I faced away from the group. “Is that cool? I don’t want to bail on the party, but . . .” I made a face that basically said, Can you blame me? And honestly, this time the question was merely to be polite. I’d done dinner, but as Noah had said, dessert was definitely mine.

She shook her head, a grin tugging at her lips. “Go get lucky.” She nodded toward where Stacey and Amber were pulling out all the stops trying to get Easy’s attention. “Besides, I have a feeling you’re not going to be the only one getting lucky with a fighter pilot tonight.”

I snorted. “Round two?”

“Oh, yeah. I have a feeling all parties involved are more than ready.”

I laughed.

“Just be careful, Jord.”

“Will do.” I gave her a hug. “I’ll be back later.”