Fly With Me (Wild Aces #1)(45)

We got out of the car and walked into the house together. Easy wasn’t home yet, and since he’d left the O-Club before we did, I figured he’d gone to Sonya’s.

Holding hands, we walked back to my bedroom. It had been a long day and I couldn’t deny that I was exhausted, but at the same time, it had been two weeks, and I was dying to get inside her again. I figured the shaved mustache had to buy me some sex points.

We hit the bedroom and I began stripping off my flight suit, feeling disgusting after double turning today, the second flight even more intense than the first.

“I’m going to hop in the shower.”

Jordan nodded, taking off her boots, which was really a shame because they were . . . inspiring, to say the least.

I took a faster shower than normal, praying Jordan wouldn’t be too tired from traveling. The phone sex had been great and all, but it definitely wasn’t a substitute for the real thing.

I stepped out and dried off, wrapping the towel around my waist. I walked back into the bedroom just as the soft strands of music hit me and I froze in my tracks.

Holy f*ck.

Jordan lay on the bed, naked but for a tiny, lacy black thong, heels, and a smile.

This girl . . .

“I’m throwing the bet.”

I blinked. “What?”

“You shaved. I’m throwing the bet. You get me, any way you want me.”

I groaned, my cock immediately hard, my heart pounding. She was already kind of a freak in bed, and I meant that in the best possible how-the-hell-did-I-get-this-lucky sort of way. So to say I hadn’t been holding back with her was kind of the understatement of the century. But this?

This was freaking unreal.

She rose up on her hands and knees—ass and tits exposed—and I died a little bit.

She summoned me to the edge of the bed without words, the image in front of me a freaking magnet.

Her lips curved into a naughty smile as she reached out, her fingers tracing my abs, stroking, dipping beneath the edge of the towel. My stomach contracted, balls aching, cock hard. I’d never wanted anyone as badly as I wanted her. Ever. Never found someone who fit like this.

For a moment we both froze, as though someone had pressed Pause on the whole night. I just stood there, staring at her, falling. She was so beautiful. So sexy. So vibrant. The kind of girl you couldn’t get out of your mind once you’d had a taste.

She was incredible.

Our gazes locked, and I forgot everything but Jordan and the intense pleasure I found with her. Forgot everything but my own want and need.

I didn’t know what it was—the absences that punctuated our relationship perhaps, or the passion that seemed to seep through her pores, or the chemistry between us that I couldn’t even describe—but there was something here. Something different. Something more. Something that made me desperate for her. Something I swore I saw reflected in her eyes.

And then she moved, her hands gripping the side of the towel, stripping it from my body until I stood naked before her. Her eyes flared with heat, a sigh escaping those pouty lips, and then she was moving again, and I felt the tip of her tongue caress the tip of my cock.

Heaven.

I groaned, my hands fisting her hair, pulling her toward me, pushing against her until I felt her lips part, and I was thrusting inside.

I released her hair, cupping her tits, my fingers tweaking her nipples, the feel of her moaning against my cock the best thing ever. I wanted the whole night with her like this. Wanted to surround myself in her warmth and her moans.

Her hand circled the base of my cock, fisting me, the warm, wet suction of her mouth weakening my knees. She knew exactly how to touch me, knew what my body wanted before even I did. She took over, alternating between sucking me deep and running her tongue along me, teasing me, dragging my orgasm out until I was desperate to come.

And then my eyes slammed closed, the force of it building in the base of my spine, and I found my release.





FIFTEEN




NOAH

I lay in bed, watching Jordan sleep, feeling like our relationship was just a series of repeats—seeing her, wanting more, the time slipping away from us, saying good-bye. Even when I saw her, some part of me was already mentally counting down to the time when she would leave again. We were always coming or going, never staying, and part of me wondered how we could continue like this.

Jordan stirred beneath the covers, rolling to her side, throwing an arm over my waist, her cheek coming to rest on my chest. I stroked her hair, wrapping the golden strands around my fingers while she settled into me even more.

Her flight left in five hours. I didn’t want to let her go.

Yesterday had gone by in a blur. We’d spent the entire day in bed, watching TV and being lazy, taking breaks for food and f*cking. It had been the perfect day and, at the same time, had gone by far too quickly. And now, like always, time was up.

I wanted to talk to her, to see if we were on the same page, if this was going somewhere more permanent than these weekend trips, and yet I felt like I was coming to her with empty hands. This was the hard part. I didn’t know what to say to her, didn’t know what I had to offer. What could I say?

I really like you, think I might be falling in love with you, so do you want to give up the business you’ve built and your friends and family to follow me around the world?

It was f*cking hard.