Fly With Me (Wild Aces #1)(24)

“Come back to Nellis with me.”

I said the words like they were an impulse and not what they really were—the result of two hours of mulling over what the hell happened next and how to handle the unexpected conundrum of meeting a girl I really liked in Vegas, of all places, the home of one-night stands and no-strings-attached fun.

“What do you mean?”

“We have to be back at the base this afternoon. I have to mission plan for a sortie Monday morning. Come back with me. You could stay in the hotel if you want.” My heart beat a little faster. “When does your flight leave on Monday?”

“Afternoon. Three or four.”

“I should be back from my flight by then. I could say good-bye before you leave. And we’d have tonight together.”

She was quiet for a moment, and I held my breath, waiting to see what her answer would be.

“I have plans for brunch with my sister and her bridesmaids in an hour at the Wynn. What time are you going back?”

“As long as I can get back by six, whenever works for you.”

I didn’t say the rest of it, the pleading part of my brain that desperately wanted another night with her in my arms. I figured this was the moment when I would find out if everything between us had been enough to keep her interested, enough for her to be willing to take a chance on this. She’d been uncertain last night, and f*ck if I hadn’t done everything I possibly could to convince her, and still I didn’t know if it was enough.

It felt like an eternity, but finally she gave me the answer I needed.

“Okay.”

The surge of triumph that filled me had me pulling her body under mine, taking her mouth, my hips rocking against her core.

“How much time do you have before you have to start getting ready for brunch?”

Jordan wrapped her legs around me, her hands grabbing my ass, pulling me even tighter into her body, and I took that for her answer.

I made her come twice before she left to meet her sister, a wide smile on her face and her hair a messy tumble that unmistakably said she’d just been f*cked.





EIGHT




JORDAN

We held hands as the cab made the forty-five-minute drive from the Strip to Nellis Air Force Base. We didn’t speak.

Maybe it was stupid, but I was nervous. So much more nervous than I’d been going up to his room, the kind of nervous that came with venturing into uncharted territory where boundaries were murky and undefined.

I kept questioning the decision to come with him, doubting my sanity, cursing the impulsive streak that had me hitching my wagon to a guy I knew next to nothing about. But no matter how many times I tried to wrap my head around how I’d gotten here, I couldn’t get to a place where I didn’t see myself sitting next to him, my hand clutched in his.

So I gave up and just went along for the ride.

“Are you hungry?” Noah asked, breaking the silence between us.

I shook my head. “I’m pretty sure I’ll never be hungry again. That buffet was intense.”

He grinned. “Yeah, it’s my favorite. Definitely the best buffet in Vegas.”

I’d considered not gorging myself on the eclectic fare for like a second, but the lure of so many of my favorite foods had been too powerful to ignore. Hopefully, I had a bit of time for the food baby in me to subside before we were naked and horizontal—or vertical considering the added food poundage he’d have to support if he did me against the wall again. Or in the shower. He’d had some amazing moves in the shower this morning.

“How long do you have to go into work today?” I asked, hoping that would buy me enough of a reprieve.

“An hour or two? It shouldn’t be long. I just have to finish up the mission planning I started on Friday.”

Friday. The day we met. The day all of this had started. It had only been two days and yet it felt like so much more.

“We can go out and get a drink after or stay in if you want,” Noah added.

I squeezed his hand. “I think we should stay in.”

He raised our joined hands to his lips, my pulse racing as he kissed my knuckles, his voice rumbling over my bare skin. “Sounds good to me.”

This guy was so freaking hot.

“So am I going to get to see some planes while I’m here?” I squeaked, trying to get my bearings back.

He grinned. “Do you want to see some planes?”

I’d never really thought about it, but it’d be cool to see what he did all day.

“Yeah, I do.”

“We can check out the flight line, then. There should be some jets out for you to look at.”

I nodded like this was a normal, everyday occurrence, when really it felt like I was in a movie or something. The whole thing was just surreal. I mean, a few days ago, I’d been getting ready to board a flight to Vegas. Now I sat next to this fascinating guy whose touch set off fireworks throughout my body. I’d never imagined my life could change so much in just a few short days, and even though this was still new, and I wasn’t even sure what it was, that feeling that I stood on the precipice of something unexpected was inescapable.

We drove to the Nellis Air Force Base gates and Noah took me to the visitor’s center to get me checked in with a pass that would let me stay on the base for the night. The whole thing was way more intense than I’d expected, and silly though it may be, I felt like I was entering a whole other world. I cracked a joke about being in a spy movie that made Noah hook his arm around my neck and press me into his side for a kiss that left me breathless.