Fly With Me (Wild Aces #1)(76)
“Never.”
“’Cause it seems like you’re mocking me.”
“I am honored to be relegated to a tale told to scare children.”
I laughed. “Something like that.”
He pulled me into his arms. “I love you.”
My heart still tumbled and sputtered at those three words falling from his lips, my mouth breaking out into an enormous grin.
Would it always be like this between us? Would time temper the feelings inside me? Take the love bursting through me and turn it into a steady stream rather than an explosion my skin couldn’t contain? Or was it part of our life together—the uncertainty of it, at least—did the craziness of his schedule, of deployments and danger, make us hang on tighter, feel more, love deeper?
Yes.
He released me, taking a step back, and then he was on his knee.
We were getting married, so the proposal really shouldn’t have been that much of a shock, and yet, some part of me that had once thrown weddings for my dolls and worn my T-shirt inside out over my head like a veil trailing behind me felt a freaking flutter taking root and spreading through my limbs.
This was the moment. The moment I’d thought about as a little girl. The moment I’d thought would never occur when I endured bad date, after bad date, after worse date. We’d put the cart before the horse, but right now I didn’t care. Every single romantic bone in my body and a few I didn’t even know I possessed were focused on the sight of Noah kneeling in the middle of a crowded Vegas nightclub—the exact spot where we’d met—offering me the world.
He pulled an immediately recognizable little blue box out of the jacket he’d worn to dinner and my heartbeat kicked up a notch.
And then he flipped open the lid.
It was a classic setting, a round solitaire diamond that was the perfect size and full of sparkle.
Noah swallowed, his expression intent, his gaze on mine. “I know this hasn’t been the most romantic engagement. And I’m sorry that you aren’t getting to have the big, fancy wedding. With our lifestyle, it’ll be like this sometimes, but I want you to always know how much I love you.” He flashed the cocky grin I’d fallen in love with. “Will you marry me?”
I laughed, tears filling my eyes as I gave him a shaky nod, holding out my hand so he could slide the ring onto my finger.
NOAH
“We’re not having sex tonight.”
I skimmed a hand up Jordan’s leg, my fingers reaching the hem of the sheer black lace nightgown she’d put on that had me questioning the sanity of our decision not to fool around the night before our wedding.
I groaned as I traced the line of lace against her skin, my fingers itching to go higher, to sink between her thighs.
“Just a little bit?”
She laughed. She lay on her side facing me, her body on gorgeous display, her lips so f*cking tempting.
“It’s bad luck to have sex the night before your wedding.”
I made a face. “Says who? I’m pretty sure I’ve never heard that particular superstition.”
“Says everyone.”
She cuddled closer to me, her tits pressing into my chest, making the ache in my cock even worse.
“Let’s make our own luck,” I whispered, hoping my voice came off as tempting and not needy as hell.
Our sex life had changed since the accident, since I’d returned from Alaska. What had been fun and playful between us had become a thing of need, a desperate race to f*ck. It was good. Mind-blowingly good. But part of me missed the playful sex, the ease of it that drained the tension from my day and replaced whatever shit was going on with a smile. I wanted to get back to normal, or whatever our normal was anyway. And I really wanted to get underneath her lace.
“What about just the tip?”
She snorted. “What are you, sixteen?”
“Feels like it.”
She laughed. “It’s been like six hours.”
“It’s been eight.”
“Let me get this straight, you can’t remember what I asked you to pick up from the grocery store when I give you a three-item list, but you can remember exactly how long it’s been since we last had sex?”
I fingered the lace, wishing I was fingering something else, moving my hand just a few inches higher.
“It’s a gift. I also remember what you were wearing and that you sat on my face.”
Jordan shoved at my chest, her palm resting over my heart. “Why do I love you again?”
“Because I’m naturally amazing, and if you let me, I’ll make you come your brains out.”
The fingers on my chest stroked my skin.
“Really?” she purred.
We have liftoff.
Her fingernail scraped at my nipple, sending a tingle down my spine, my balls tightening.
“What about fooling around?”
“Is this a variation of just the tip?”
I rolled over until she was beneath me. Her legs spread and I settled my cock between her thighs, my boxers a barrier I was desperate to shed.
“Maybe,” I murmured, my mouth finding the spot in the hollow of her neck that I loved. I nipped her skin there, my tongue following the bite. Her hips arched beneath me.
I slid my hand between us, trailing my fingers up the inside of her thigh, each touch teasing a shiver from her skin.