Tempting Rowan (Trace + Olivia #3) (19 page)

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.”


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The Wentworth’s
had a private plane.

I mean, of course
they had a private plane.

But I hadn’t been expecting it.

I had been nervous for the flight, having never been on a plane before. Trent was an excellent distraction though. Well, his lips were.

We departed the plane and a sleek black car was waiting for us. I felt like I had stepped into a dream or something. Surely this wasn’t real life.

One man placed our luggage in the trunk of the car, while the driver got out to open the door. Trent slid inside and I followed him.

I looked around the dark inside of the car like it was the coolest thing I had ever seen. Trent watched me, a smile playing on his lips that he tried to hide behind his hand.

“To the Penthouse Mr. Wentworth?” The driver asked, driving towards the exit.

“Yes,” Trent smiled at my wide-eyed expression.

Penthouse.

This was too much.

I didn’t belong in this kind of world—of fancy houses and cars. I was certainly wowed by the luxury surrounding me, but it also served as a reminder as to how different we were.

My mouth dropped open as we drove into the city.

The skyscrapers, the lights, the people…all of it didn’t seem real.

“Wow,” I gasped, turning in my seat to see better.

“Are you happy you came?” Trent asked, brushing my hair off my shoulder.

I nodded. “Thank you…this is amazing.”

“Don’t thank me yet,” he grinned, twisting the leather bracelet around on his wrist, “the fun hasn’t even started.”

The driver made a sharp turn and suddenly we were descending into darkness. I hadn’t even noticed the parking garage I’d been so absorbed by everything else.

The driver parked beside an elevator and hopped out to get the door for us. He offered me his hand and helped me out.

“I’ll have someone bring up your bags, Mr. Wentworth,” the man said, smoothing his fingers down his emerald green tie. He appeared to be in his fifties with graying hair
and kind brown eyes.

“Thank you, John,” Trent said, shaking the man’s hand. I wasn’t sure, but I was positive I saw Trent slip some money into his hand. “Come on, Row,” his hand touched my waist, guiding me to t
he elevator. “Let’s get settled before I show you the city.”

He pushed the button for the elevator and I looked over my shoulder to see John pulling away.

The elevator doors opened and my jaw fell.

I never knew an elevator could be so fancy. The floors were covered in marble and the walls and ceiling were covered in a dark wood paneling.

“Based on how fancy this is,” I remarked, looking around the elevator in awe as we stepped inside, “I’m a bit scared to see what the penthouse looks like.”

Trent chuckled, inserting a
key into a slot and turning it, then pushing a button.

The elevator began to ascend and with each floor we got higher, my heart raced faster.

It finally stopped on the very top floor and I held my breath as the doors opened.

I let out a gasp as Trent grabbed my hand, leading me inside.

The foyer area had marble floors, similar to what was in the elevator, and a round table sat in the middle with a large flower arrangement.

He pulled me through an archway and I gasped at the view. Windows spanned the whole back wall, and it felt like the skyscrapers were inside the room. “This is stunning.” I walked up to the windows, placing my palm against the glass. There was a small terrace with a fancy table and chairs set.

“So, you like it?” Trent asked, stepping up beside me. His eyes were on the view as well, his hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans.

“How could I not like it?”

He chuckled
. “You’re not like other girls,” he shrugged his wide shoulders. “I thought you might hate it.”

“This view is incredible.” My eyes took in all the cars and people bustling below, trying to get somewhere.

“It’s my favorite part about this place.”

I looked over to find that he had his arms braced above his head, leaning against the glass.

A month ago, I never would have thought I’d be standing here with Trenton, but now there was no place I’d rather be.

For the first time
since we’d entered, I took in the décor. I had been so distracted by the spectacular view of the city, that I’d been unable to appreciate the beauty inside.

It wasn’t white and sterile looking like I had expected. There was a comfy looking sectional couch with heavy wooden tables and a leather ottoman. There were built-in wood shelves with tons of books covering the available surface. Of course, there was also a large TV. The floors were a dark hardwood, carrying into the kitchen that was surprisingly large with black cabinets and shiny white countertops.
Everything was beautiful, but didn’t give off the vibe of ‘look but don’t touch’.

Trent’s fingers brushed against my cheek, bringing me back to reality. “I’m so happy you’re here,” he breathed.

“Me too,” I whispered, my eyes closing as his thumb grazed my bottom lip. It was hard for me to admit how good it felt to be here with him. Being with Trenton was effortless—as easy as breathing—and if I let myself, I’d never want to let him go.

His lips brushed lightly against mine—the touch so soft I wasn’t sure it could even be considered a kiss. “I really want to show you my bedroom now.” His voice was husky with want and I found a quiet whimper escaping my throat as he pushed the collar of my sweatshirt over so he could kiss the bare skin of my shoulder.

“I’d like to see it.” I sounded breathless, like I’d just run a mile, but it was simply the power Trent’s lips had over me.

“Let me show you
then.”

He picked me up, carrying me like a groom would carry his bride.

He pushed open the third door in the hallway and kicked it closed behind him. He laid me down on the soft surface of a massive bed. “I’ll show you around the room later,” he growled against the skin of my neck, “for now, I’d like to acquaint you with my bed.”

His fingers found my hips and he slowly inched my sweatshirt up, exposing my stomach, and then my breasts hidden behind a plain black bra. I sat up and lifted my arms in the air so he could pull the garment off of me.

“I could never get tired of looking at you, Rowan,” he confessed, his blue eyes filled with an emotion I refused to define.

I swallowed thickly.

“I—”

I silenced his next words by grabbing him by the neck and kissing him. I knew what he was going to say and I couldn’t hear it. I wasn’t ready. I’d never be ready.

He kissed me back, his large hands grasping me around my sides. One hand slid up the skin of my back and landed on the strap of my bra. With a flick of his fingers he had it unhooked and sliding down my arms. His eyes feasted on my naked breasts and I refused to be embarrassed.

I slid away from him, propping back on my elbows and giving him a look. “Your turn.”

He chuckled, the sound low and raspy, making my body fill with pleasure at the promise of what was to come. He hooked his thumbs in the back on his long sleeve shirt and yanked it over his head, musing his hair. My tongue flicked out to moisten my lips as I greedily eyed the sight of his defined chest and the dark smattering of hair that disappeared below the belt holding his jeans up.

“Happy?” He asked.

“Not quite,” I smiled seductively. I wasn’t as shy now in the sex department, and I wasn’t going to let him completely be in control this time.

“I can make you
very
happy,” his eyes narrowed, the blue turning to black with desire.

“Then do it.”

He grinned at the challenge in my tone.

I squealed as he grabbed my hips, pulling me down the bed towards him. In a matter of seconds he had my jeans and panties off. His eyes lingered on my lower body and I counted to ten in my head, hoping that the gesture would keep me from blushing.

“I’m going to touch you, Rowan, and kiss you, and you’re going to like it,” he growled low in his throat.

I let out a small mewling sound as his fingers traced my folds. “Trent,” I whimpered.

“Shhh,” he hushed. “The best is yet to come.”

I gasped as his fingers plunged inside me. “Oh. My. God.”

My eyes closed and my fists grasped the soft white bedspread. His free hand landed on my stomach, holding me down so my hips couldn’t buck. “Hold still,” he commanded, and something about his bossy tone only served to turn me on more.

His fingers pumped into me as he kept his thumb pressed against my clit.

Just when I was about to come, he moved his thumb, and—“Holy shit.”

His tongue was on me and I had never felt anything like it. I whimpered as the pressure built in my body. His tongue flicked against me and I thought I might burst into tears it felt so good.

His fingers continued to toy with me as he sucked and it wasn’t long before I found myself gasping as pleasure roared through my veins.

He stood above me, grinning at what he had done to me.

Then he held out his thumb. “Suck.”

“Wh-what?” I gasped, my chest rising and falling sharply.

“Suck,” he repeated, his thumb brushing against my bottom lip.

I finally understood what he wanted, and opened my mouth. He stuck his
thumb in my mouth and my lips closed around it, my tongue swirling around. I tasted myself on him, and surprisingly, it didn’t gross me out.

He pulled his thumb from my mouth, his eyes dark with desire. “Fuck,” he whispered.

I sat up slowly, reaching for his jeans. “My turn.”

I undid his belt and had his jeans off before he realized what I intended to do.

“Whoa, you don’t need to do that,” he pushed gently at my shoulders, trying to stop me.

“I know,” I smiled at him. “But I want to.”

He swallowed thickly, his eyes closing briefly. “I’m serious. I don’t expect you to return the favor.”

“I know,” I
repeated as I stood and then knelt. I looked up at him, suddenly feeling shy. “You have to tell me if I do it wrong. I’ve never…I’ve never done this.”