Fly With Me (Wild Aces #1)(41)
“Bet I can.” I leaned back after a moment, after I knew he’d gotten enough of a show to want more, my gaze settling meaningfully on the area between his nose and upper lip. “Especially when you look like that.”
His eyes narrowed. “Chicks dig the ’stache.”
My hands fisted on my hips and a laugh escaped. “Newsflash, no one digs the ’stache. You look like Chester the Molester.”
“Who the f*ck is Chester the Molester?”
“Someone with a ’stache exactly like yours.”
He groaned, the anger sliding off his face. “I’m not shaving no matter how cute you are.”
Something fluttered in me as he said that, and a little bit of my anger slid away.
“Wanna bet?”
A gleam settled in his eyes as he leaned into my body, the thin fabric of his flight suit doing nothing to hide his growing arousal. Another flutter. Shit. I shifted slightly so his hips were pressed against mine and he was between my legs.
“I bet you can’t make it through the weekend without my cock, babe.”
Well, now my anger was completely gone.
“Can,” I whispered, my voice shaky as he bent his head, his lips grazing my neck. My head fell back, my body clearly not getting the Lysistrata memo.
His lips curved against my neck and then his teeth nipped at the skin there and I felt myself getting wet. Shit.
Noah pulled back, a satisfied smirk on his face, and I knew he could read the arousal flushing my skin and the way my chest rose and fell.
“Sure, babe.”
I should have realized that daring a fighter pilot to do anything would only encourage him.
“Tell you what. If you can make it without sex for the next week, I’ll shave it off for your sister’s wedding.”
That seemed doable. I could make a week. Hell, I wasn’t going to volunteer the information, but I’d gone months without sex when I was single—vibrators didn’t count, right?
“Define sex.”
His eyes narrowed. “What do you mean, ‘Define sex’?”
“Like a week without sex, or a week without sex with you?”
The second the words left my mouth, I realized I’d chosen poorly. Really f*cking poorly. I’d meant to clarify on the whole vibrator issue without getting too specific, but apparently I’d just inserted my stiletto into my mouth instead.
Arghhh.
“Are you thinking of f*cking someone else?” Noah asked, his eyes wide, his tone incredulous. God, he was getting growly. This did serious things to my body. Shit.
“No.”
“Then what does it matter if it’s sex, or sex with me, it’s all the same thing.”
I made a face. “Hate to break it to you, but you are not my only supplier of orgasms.”
His entire expression changed as I figured he got my meaning. “Babe. Gotta tell you the idea of you making yourself come is hot as f*ck. Even hotter is the idea of me watching you do it.”
Gah. He definitely got my meaning.
For a moment, I really had to wonder if the mustache fight was worth it.
He kissed me hard. “Gotta go fly, babe,” he whispered against my mouth, tickling my lips. “You wanna bet? You’re on. If you can make it a week, I’ll shave. If you can’t . . .” It lingered between us. “If you can’t, you’re mine the way I want it, when I want it. And the ’stache stays.”
This was not necessarily a hardship. I was almost ready to throw it for sex on tap.
Focus on the ’stache.
I nodded. “Done.”
He grinned, and I sank down on the edge of the bed, watching him swagger out of the room, my odds suddenly not looking so good.
FOURTEEN
NOAH
I couldn’t concentrate.
The sortie had gone well, the debrief fine. But my mind was back in my bedroom, back with Jordan. I couldn’t help but wonder if I’d f*cked up with how I’d handled things with her.
I felt like an * for not picking her up at the airport today. And I was even more pissed about the fact that I hadn’t been able to spend the rest of the day with her. I’d been dying to see her, and when I’d gotten a call from Rush, who ran the scheduling shop, I’d known I was going to disappoint her. And maybe I should have mentioned the mustache, but honestly, it had never occurred to me. I’d been a fighter pilot for over a decade. The married guys did Mustache March. Their wives didn’t seem to mind. Apparently, Jordan did.
I walked out of the vault where we stored all our classified materials and ran into Joker. As squadron commander, he worked even more intense hours than the rest of us and was always the first one in and the last one to leave, his office light on every weekend. I figured Dani was a little bit of a saint to put up with his continued absences.
He jerked his chin in greeting. “Did your girl get in okay?”
I nodded, my answer mostly true. I hesitated, feeling like an idiot, but also figuring I needed relationship advice, and considering my top choices were Easy, who f*cked anything hot that moved, and Thor, who had a broken engagement behind him that he refused to talk about a decade later, Joker seemed like the best bet. Besides, there were a ton of married guys in the squadron, but few were as happily married as Dani and Joker appeared to be.