Fly With Me by Chanel Cleeton Read Free Book Online Page B

lingered just under my skin.
    My body was fire, heat engulfing me. My breasts were heavy, my mouth hungry. His touch anchored me, my entire body consumed by the hand that played with me between my legs. This was an appetizer, and as far as sex went, it was mind-blowing. At this rate, the main course might kill me.
    I gripped his arms, the need building inside me, the beginnings of my orgasm strumming through my body like the prelude to a perfect note.
    And then I shattered.
    It was one of those orgasms that you felt from your head all the way down to your toes, aftershocks lingering after I came down, my skin unbearably sensitive. Not to mention, I was pretty sure he’d just given me a sex headache.
    So much better than my vibrator.
    Noah rolled me over onto my side, speech still eluding me, wrapping his arms around me, hooking a leg over my hip, drawing me even closer.
    His lips brushed against my hair as he tucked me into the curve of his body and something fluttered inside my chest. My hands came down to his waist, ready to return the favor, fighting the urge to drift into the nap that was calling my name, my eyelids fluttering as a languid haze filled me, my limbs liquid.
    I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came, and instead of taking things further, he just held me until my eyes closed and I slid into sleep, the steady beat of his heart my own private lullaby.

F IVE
    JORDAN
    â€œYou could have skipped having dinner with us to hang out with Noah. I would have understood.”
    I swerved to avoid bumping into a group of drunk girls in front of us as we made our way through the Venetian casino. Meg and I walked together, the other two girls up ahead a bit. We’d just finished dinner and were now headed to meet Noah and his friends for drinks and gambling.
    â€œWe planned these Vegas reservations months ago. My little sister is all grown up and getting married. Missing dinner wasn’t an option.”
    Meg frowned at me. “We only have two nights left in Vegas.”
    I was all too aware of that. It figured I would meet Chupacabra-guy on a freaking vacation.
    â€œAnd that’s why it was important that I didn’t miss out on your special dinner. We only have a few more of these nights left before you become an old married lady,” I teased.
    â€œI would have understood.”
    â€œI know you would have. But I would have felt like shit if I’d missed out on celebrating with you over some guy. We came here to help you burn off one of your last single weekends. Not so that I could get laid. I could do that back home.”
    Sort of. After today’s preview at the pool, I definitely wasn’t getting what Noah was giving anywhere else. And even though I wasn’t willing to ditch Meg for dinner, I had big plans for later on tonight.
    Meg made a face. “Nice try, but it didn’t escape my notice that you were going through a bit of a dry spell.”
    Emphasis on the past tense.
    I grinned. “Vegas might have changed my luck.”
    Her gaze narrowed speculatively. “Just how lucky did you get? Did you have sex with him at the pool today?” she screeched.
    I laughed. “You know, I don’t think they heard you over at the craps table. Maybe we could tell the entire casino the explicit details of my sex life. Or lack thereof.”
    â€œI don’t care about the rest of the casino. I need more. Spill. Now.”
    I shrugged. “We just hung out.”
    â€œYou were with him for a while.”
    We’d napped together in the cabana, the combination of a night spent partying, a delicious orgasm, the Vegas sun, and alcohol making me unbelievably sleepy. I’d woken up to a smile and an invitation to hang out with Noah and his friends tonight. Which had led to me spending an hour getting dressed earlier.
    â€œJust hanging out. Even I’m not ballsy enough to have sex with a guy in a thinly veiled cabana.”
    Just let him finger-fuck me