Fly With Me Read Online Free Page B

fuck you up against a wall while he pulled your hair and then spoon you to sleep after. The guy who would bring you breakfast in bed with an orgasm on the side. The kind of guy who was so masculine that he could get you pregnant just by looking at you.
    I’d spent years searching for that guy, only to come up with dud after dud. But this guy? This guy just might be the Bigfoot of the dating world, and everyone knew you did not fuck around with that kind of possibility.
    If he was an urban legend, then I needed to make myself one, too—
    The Girl Who Does Not Fall for Hot Sexy Fighter Pilots Who Smell Great and Have Nice Voices . . . on the first night, at least. No need to get crazy.
    I leaned forward, my body giving a little happy cheer. I kissed him, my fingers threading through his hair, my lips devouring his. And then I pulled back.
    His lips were swollen from my kisses, his eyes dark.
    â€œIt was nice to meet you, Noah.”
    He gave me a rueful grin. “Crash and burn, huh?”
    I laughed at the
Top Gun
joke. He was definitely more than a pretty face and lickable biceps.
    â€œWe’ll see how you do tomorrow.”
    His eyes glinted and I had a sneak peek of how lethal he must be.
    â€œYou’re not going to make this easy on me, are you?”
    I grinned, my mouth brushing against his again.
    â€œNow where’s the fun in that?”
    I wiggled out of his lap, my body getting a pretty good idea of how badly he wanted me.
    I stood and tossed a look over my shoulder, and then I was walking out of the bar, knowing full well that his eyes were on me the entire time.

T HREE
    JORDAN
    â€œAre you nuts?”
    The words would have been delivered with a shriek if Meg had been slightly less hungover. Instead, they came out with a croak and a wince, as though even that was too much for her.
    I grinned, handing over the bottle of pain relievers. “Not the last time I checked.”
    â€œHe was hot. Really, really hot.” She fumbled with the cap until finally I took pity on her and opened it myself.
    â€œHe was.”
    She tossed me a grateful look and swallowed two pills with the big bottle of water next to our lounge chairs.
    â€œSo that’s it?”
    â€œNo, the ball’s in his court now. He knows I’m interested.”
    â€œBut if you were interested, why didn’t you go back to his room? You should have seen him after you left. Helooked like a kid who’d just had his ice cream cone taken away from him.”
    I couldn’t help smiling at that visual. Some guys would have gone out in search of another girl to take back to their room. The fact that he hadn’t bumped him up majorly in my estimation.
    I didn’t bother explaining my Chupacabra theory. Meg would likely think I was crazier than she already did. She’d started dating her fiancé, Mike, her freshman year of college and they’d been together ever since. She hadn’t braved the dating gauntlet and she didn’t understand that it was a freaking war zone out there; a girl needed every advantage she could get.
    â€œIf he’s interested, he’ll come find me today. If he’s not, it’s his loss.”
    That was the mantra I kept repeating to myself as doubt started to creep in. That said, I’d totally come prepared.
    We were lounging at one of the pools at Palazzo, the resort joined with our hotel, the Venetian. It was late February and the weather was unseasonably warm, but even though the pool was allegedly heated, it was a little too cold for a Florida girl to get in the water. But that didn’t mean I hadn’t rocked my bathing suit “A” game.
    I was a beach girl through and through, and owning my own clothing boutique meant I got an awesome discount and my clothing choices were a walking advertisement for the business. Suffice it to say, I had more bikinis than there were days in the month.
    Every girl had that one outfit that doubled