Page 67 of The Road Trip Romance

Everyone groans as we follow. I’m not sure why he’s adamant about stopping by this beach, but I guess it’s a nice way to start our last day and we’ll be back at my house by lunchtime.

Tate and I ride the elevator to the top floor. I frown, wondering why Rex got us a room all the way up here. Neither of us says a word as we step out to find double doors in front of us. Tate opens the door and I gasp. It’s a penthouse suite with a view of Lake Erie. A few museums along the lake are lit up and I look out at the water. It’s still slightly shimmering as moonlight hits it.

I look over at Tate. “Why did Rex book this?” I ask, frowning because I don’t understand why he would have given us this room and not himself.

Tate turns, dropping his bag, and walks over to me. He slides my bag off my shoulder and cups my face.

“Because I asked him to,” he says.

Now, I’m really frowning. When did he do that? We’ve been inseparable all day.

He waggles his eyebrows. “I have mad texting skills, M,” he says as if reading my mind.

“Are you sure you aren’t a wizard?” I ask.

He smirks and glances over at the enormous bed across from us. “I mean…” He trails off and I groan and shove his chest playfully.

“Don’t forget, your ego has to stay in check if it’s fitting back through those double doors,” I tease.

“Right now, M, my ego wants to see you naked,” he growls as he starts pulling at my top.

“R-right now?” I splutter.

“Right the fuck now,” he states as I lift my arms and he tugs my shirt over my head.

“But the windows,” I whisper as my shirt flies over my head and my eyes look out at the lake.

With a sigh, he walks over to the wall and turns the lights out. “Better?” he asks.

I nod and he continues removing my clothes. First my bra, and then my shorts. And then he kneels on the ground, lifting one foot on his knee and undoing my laces. He slides my shoe off and removes my sock before doing the same with my other foot. He’s so gentle and reverent as if my feet are being worshipped.

I’m left standing in only my panties. His eyes darken and then his lips twitch and I look down and want to die. I’m wearing unicorn underwear. Little unicorns dot my white panties.Oh crap!I completely forgot I put these on earlier. My hands fly to my crotch, but he grabs them, forcing them away.

“Oh no, I like these,” he says as he leans forward and plants a kiss on them right above where I want his lips to be.

I shiver as he plants a second and third kiss there.

“Tate,” I moan, feeling needy.

“Patience, Sophia. I want to take my time tonight,” he says. And my mind begins to wonder. Does he want to take his time because he’s second-guessing this and tonight is our last together? Does he want to take his time because he knows we’ll have to be apart soon?

“Soph, stop thinking. Your loud thoughts are getting in the way of my dessert,” he groans as his fingers hook in the sides of my underwear, slowly pushing them down my thighs.

I step out of them and look into his eyes.

“I want to take my time because I feel like taking my time tonight. Is that OK?” he asks.

I don’t have words right now. Mostly because I’m pretty sure I’m in some kind of dream sequence and I don’t want to wake up because it’s so good.

So I nod.

“Good, now about that dessert,” he says as he leans forward, pushing my thighs apart and running his tongue over my folds.

“Fuck,” I cry out as his tongue presses into me, and I grab his head to steady myself, but he pulls back.

“Nope. This won’t do. I need more,” he growls as he stands and picks me up as if I weigh nothing and tosses me on the nearby bed.

I yelp on a giggle as he crawls up beside me, his head lying on the giant bed. He grabs me again and pulls me over him, my legs falling to either side of his chest.

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