Fly With Me (Wild Aces #1)(4)

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I leaned into him, reaching out, our fingers threading together, our hands joined. His body behind me called to mind other images—of me naked, on my hands and knees, while he drove into me.

He was easily the hottest guy I’d ever seen, and tonight was quickly ranking up there with one of the more memorable evenings of my dating life.

His hold on me tightened and another mini-spasm wracked my body.

I turned in Noah’s arms, my breasts grazing his chest. His hands moved lower, grabbing my ass, hauling me toward him, his gaze on my mouth.

I’d never been happier of my single status than I was now.



NOAH

Dibs had flown out the window. I didn’t know which girl Easy wanted, didn’t care. This one was mine.

I feasted on her mouth. She tasted like tequila and mint, her lips soft and plump. Her tongue wreaked havoc on my sanity.

I’d kissed my fair share of girls; drunken kisses in dark club corners weren’t anything new. But this—this was mind-blowing.

The second I touched her, she lit up. Her hands pulled on my neck, her fingers threading through my hair, tugging on the ends, yanking me toward her as though she couldn’t get close enough. My hands cupped her ass, squeezing her through the thin fabric, loving how she squirmed against me, rubbing herself over my jeans and my hard cock.

She was sex in heels, the kind of body that was all curves, made for a centerfold. The beauty mark just above her upper lip took hot to an all-new level.

I released her mouth, kissing my way down her neck, my teeth scraping her flesh, my dick jerking with the moan that escaped her lips. I nipped her, running my tongue over her skin, the taste of her swirling in my mouth. Jordan gripped the back of my head harder, her body begging for more.

No question about it, not only was she sexy as hell, but she liked to play. I’d just hit the motherf*cking jackpot.

I shifted so I was behind her again, my hands on either side of her hips, our bodies swaying in time to the music. The girl was gorgeous—long blond hair, big tits, curvy ass, long, shapely legs shown off by the sexiest pink dress. Absolutely gorgeous. And the second our gazes had locked across the club, her brown eyes had looked at me like I was her favorite meal and she wanted me for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

Done.

My hands moved higher, pulling her tighter against me. Her neck arched, her head tipping into mine, and one of the pink penises hit me in the face again.

I grinned. Fuck, she was cute.

“Babe, gotta remove the headband. Don’t need pink dicks in my face.”

Jordan turned to face me, locking her arms around my neck. Her cheeks turned a soft shade of pink and she nodded.

I’d always had a weakness for blondes, and this girl had incredible hair. It fell down the center of her back in a mass of loose waves and curls. I set the headband on the table, my gaze on hers the entire time.

At some point we’d stopped dancing, and now we stood in the club with our bodies plastered together, her arms around my neck.

I stroked her hip, pulling her even closer. We danced for a long time, moving from song to song, our bodies matching each other’s rhythm like we’d been dancing together for years. I’d been exhausted, and with one kiss she breathed new life into me.

I leaned down, my lips inches away from her ear, struggling to be heard over the loud music.

“Do you want to get out of here?” I asked, her answer suddenly feeling like everything.

I hadn’t come out looking to get laid, had honestly been about to call it a night, but the second I saw her, my plans for the evening became whatever put me in her orbit. I didn’t know where this was headed, but right now I was happy to follow her anywhere.

She nodded, and a knot tightened in my chest as she linked hands with me and I led her off the dance floor.





TWO




JORDAN

We ended up at the Bourbon Room, a bar in the Venetian that played classic rock hits. It was just after two in the morning when we got there, the crowd caught up in the music, drunkenly belting out songs. It was pretty awesome. Noah’s friend, who had bizarrely introduced himself as Easy, entertained the rest of the group as the six of us headed over to the bar.

With two hot guys and three single girls, I wasn’t sure how things would go down. Easy had been talking to both Stacey and Amber, so I couldn’t get a handle on who he was interested in, but I was definitely sending the message that Noah was off-limits.

We held hands the whole time, our bodies close together, that same chemistry I’d experienced at the club pinging through my body like an electric shock. We grabbed a big table, Noah pulling me back while everyone else sat down, leaving us on the end, partially blocked off from the rest of the group. He released my hand, putting his arm around me, lacing our hands together with his free hand until they rested on his thigh.

His really, really muscular thigh.

Yep, totally wanted to jump him.

I couldn’t remember the last time I’d ever been this attracted to a guy right off the bat. I didn’t really have a physical type; I’d dated a lot—tall guys, guys I couldn’t wear heels around, blonds, dark-haired guys, even a few red-haired guys. But this one? There was a physical energy about him. A raw maleness I’d never seen on anyone before.

He moved with confidence, taking charge of the group, which was almost as sexy as his body. Hell, maybe more. After fifteen years of dating, I was sick of guys who didn’t know how to lead, who didn’t have their shit together, who made me feel like the man half the time. I was sick of thirty-year-old boys who didn’t know how to act like adults, who seemed to be perpetually overcompensating for a small penis. I didn’t want a caveman, but I wanted a man who knew who he was, and wasn’t afraid to be it.