Fly With Me (Wild Aces #1)(27)

His hand reached out, skimming under the hem of the T-shirt, palming my ass, squeezing, molding me against his cock.

A hiss escaped my mouth.

He quirked a brow at me. “If I said yes, would it help me get laid?”

I gave him a teasing smile, my eyes smoldering. I leaned in closer, my lips grazing his ear, my words a whisper.

“You were always going to get laid. The flight suit, and the patches, and your general badassness just mean that later on, when I’m by myself, turned on and needing relief, it’s going to be your face I see when I have my hand between my legs.”

He groaned, his grip on me tightening, and then the next thing I knew, my back hit the mattress and six feet, two inches of aroused fighter pilot mounted me and took the fantasy to a whole other level.

He still smelled like Noah, but there was another scent there, too—a combination of gasoline, sweat, and metal that was sexy as hell. His flight suit felt scratchy against my skin, my fingers fumbling for the zipper between us, tugging it down until I had a hand in his boxers, stroking him, and he groaned again, burying his face in my neck.

There was something different in the way he kissed me this time, how his hands pulled my hair, and he nearly ripped the shirt off me. It was in me, spurring me on as my heels dug into his back, as I gripped the open sides of his flight suit, hauling him toward me so I could feast on his mouth. My fingernails scraped at his skin, my hips seeking his, every part of my body desperate to collide with him.

There was no foreplay here, no laughter, no sweetness.

There was desperation.

Need and want sharpened to a knifepoint that stabbed me over and over again until I ached.

I wasn’t ready to walk away from this, wasn’t ready to let go. And yet, somehow, I had to get on a plane and leave all of this—him—behind.

Zippers and Velcro dug into my skin, and I craved the bite, wanted the marks to last on my skin. Wanted to remember every single second of this when I feared it would soon all feel like a dream.

Noah reared back, leaving me spread open on the bed, chest panting, skin flushed, mouth swollen. He grabbed a condom, sliding it on, his flight suit unzipped, boxers open, gah.

He pulled me to the edge of the bed, his fingers stroking my clit, dipping into the wetness there, and then he replaced his touch with his cock as he thrust into me, hard, his hands coming to rest on either side of my hips, holding me in place as he began f*cking me in earnest.

I came undone.

There was nothing to do but hold on for the ride, nothing to do but get swept up in Noah. When I came, I came hard, my arms and legs wrapped around him like I never wanted to let go.



NOAH

I stood outside the base hotel, Jordan’s bags on the ground next to us, taxi waiting, staring down at her face, our bodies entwined, my feet lead, every instinct screaming at me not to let go.

I felt raw inside after the sex we’d had, although “sex” seemed too tame a word for it. I felt scraped, and scratched, and hollowed out. Like I’d gone a round with the centrifuge and lost.

I ran a finger down her jaw, tracing her face, ending at her mouth, my thumb brushing back and forth against her f*ck-me lips.

“When can I see you again?”

I wasn’t f*cking around. Not after everything, and definitely not after what had just happened between us in bed.

Her lips curved against my fingers.

“When do you want to see me again?” she asked.

“What are you doing this weekend?”

A beat of silence passed and then her smile widened.

“You?”

Relief flooded me. God, I adored this girl.

“Unfortunately, I can’t get leave with such short notice, but if I bought you a plane ticket, could you come out to Oklahoma? For the weekend?”

She hesitated for a second. “The store’s open, but between Sophia and the staff, we could probably cover it.”

“So you’ll come?”

She nodded, her gaze on me. “I’ll come.”

Yes.

I captured her mouth, putting everything I had into the kiss, giving her the kind of good-bye that I hoped would keep the memory of us alive until I could see her again. When I couldn’t stall any longer, I pulled back, unable to resist the urge to stroke her hair.

“I’m sorry I can’t see you off at the airport. Stupid meeting.”

She smiled. “It’s cool. You more than made up for it with the send-off you gave me.”

“Let me know you landed safely, okay?” I murmured against her mouth. “I’ll call you tonight.”

Jordan leaned up, pressing a soft kiss to my cheek, her lips cool against my skin.

“I will. Be safe, Noah. I’ll see you Friday.”

I squeezed her hand and then released her fingers, watching as she got into the cab, as the door shut behind her. I stood there as the cab drove away, farther and farther, until it was nothing but a speck on the landscape.

And then it was gone and the knot in my chest grew, until I reminded myself that even though this felt like good-bye, it was something else entirely. It was the beginning.

Just four days and then I’d have her back again.





NINE




JORDAN

I felt like a different person getting off the plane in Florida. It was strange—parts of me were still the same and yet they felt so altered. It was like everything was divided into halves—the before and the after. And Noah was somewhere in the center, turning my world upside down.