Page 70 of Tempting Rowan (Trace + Olivia 3)

“Have you ever been on a plane before?” He asked.

I couldn’t contain my laughter at his very poor change of subject. “Never,” I answered, choosing not to call him out.

“So, I’m taking it you haven’t been into the city either?”

“No,” I shook my head, looking out the side window at the farmland rushing past us.

“This is going to be fun,” he laughed, sounding like an excited little boy.

“Something tells me I should be afraid of your excitement.” I couldn’t help but smile. Now that so many miles were between my home and us, I was feeling looser…more free. It helped that Trent wasn’t pressing me for information. I was happy that, for now at least, he was respecting my privacy.

“I promise you have nothing to be afraid of,” he winked.

“Mhmm,” I mumbled doubtfully.

“We’ll do some sightseeing, but in all honesty, I’m really not that interested in showing you the city,” he grinned.

“Oh, really…and what is it you’re so excited to show me, then?”

“The bed.”

“The bed?” I laughed.

He nodded excitedly. “It’s a big bed. With fluffy pillows.”

“And are we just going to lay on this bed?”

“Hmm,” he pretended to think, “I might kiss you…if you’re nice to me.”

“Is that it?” I smiled, liking this game.

“If you appreciate my kisses, and you’re really nice to me, I might take your clothes off.” He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel.

“What about your clothes?” I countered.

“Oh, they’ll come off in time, if you’re really, really nice to me. I have to make you work for it,” he chuckled. “This,” he took his free hand off the steering wheel for a moment to wave at his body, “is a work of art, and only special people are allowed to feast their eyes upon its magnificence.”

“So, what happens once we’re both naked?” I bit down on my lip to stifle my laughter.

He bit his lip. “I might touch you, but only if—”

“I’m really, really, really, nice?” I interrupted.

“You’re catching on,” he winked.

He released my hand, his skimming up my thigh and resting dangerously close to where I needed him most. “I’d really like to touch you here,” he whispered huskily, his fingers skimming over the seam of my jeans and making me squirm. My legs snapped together and he chuckled. “Open your legs.”

Slowly, I did as he asked.

His fingers brushed against there again and my eyes closed as my breath faltered. After another stroke, his fingers were gone. I opened my eyes and looked over at him. He wore a smug smile. “Don’t worry, there’s more where that came from, but you’re going to have to wait.”

???

The Wentworth’s had a private plane.

I mean, of course they had a private plane.

But I hadn’t been expecting it.

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