Distraction (Club Destiny #8)(59)

“Oh, and Sarah…”

“Hmm?”

“The club we’re going to visit…”

“It’s a sex club?”

“It is.”

She figured it would be.

“I’m good with that.” Surprisingly, she really was okay with it. “I’d love to check it out.”

“Okay, good.”

“I’m even willing to participate,” she offered, grinning at the hitch in his breath.

“Yeah?”

“What’s the saying? What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas?”

“Baby, it won’t just stay in Vegas, I promise you that.”

Well, then.

When they disconnected the call, Sarah once again peered around her house. She had so much to do. She needed to clean, do a load of laundry, pack. And she needed to call Jake to let him know she was leaving town. Then she’d have to call her mom, drop the kitties off over there.

Holy crap.

She was going to Vegas tomorrow.

With Dylan.

Shit. What in the world was she going to wear?





chapter SIXTEEN

Thursday, January 19

“A PRIVATE JET?”

Dylan glanced down to see Sarah staring at him, her eyes wide with wonder.

“I’m partial to the private part,” he told her, grinning. “Did I mention those jeans look amazing on you?”

Sarah laughed, turning away from him quickly but not quickly enough. He still noticed the blush that crept over her cheeks. God, she was sweet.

Sweet and sexy and fun. And damn, but he couldn’t wait to get her alone on this plane. He hadn’t touched her since Sunday, hadn’t seen her since then, and he was itching to get his hands on her.

After they were seated and Jim, the pilot, shared the details of the flight, Dylan poured them drinks and waited for takeoff.

“Sprite,” he said, offering her the glass. “If you’d like something else, I’m sure I can find it.”

“This is perfect,” she told him, meeting his gaze. “I don’t need alcohol to entertain me.”

Neither did he, Dylan realized. And it was the truth. He hadn’t craved anything since the night he saw Sarah at Devotion. Well, he craved her, but that was entirely different.

“So, do you fly on this thing often?” Sarah asked, her eyes scanning the interior.

The interior of the jet was all decked out in cream-colored leather and rustic wood. His grandfather had spared no expense when it came to transportation. The jet was used often, so it only made sense that it was the equivalent of a high-end condominium, complete with a large bedroom, an oversized bathroom, and satellite television. All the luxuries of home in the sky.

“Whenever I want to go somewhere, yes.” He smiled, then added, “Which is rare.”

“It’s nice. I’ve never been on a private plane.”

Dylan trailed his finger down her arm. “Don’t worry, we’ll break this thing in right.”

All day yesterday, when he’d been setting up their stay in Vegas, Dylan had thought about Sarah endlessly. More specifically, he’d thought about getting her alone again. It was a wonder he could keep his hands off her now. From the moment he’d dropped her off at her house on Sunday, Dylan had been eager to see her, touch her, to pull her into his arms and never let her go. It was a feeling he wasn’t used to. One he’d never expected to feel again, actually. But he wasn’t fighting it.

“So, there’s no flight attendant?” she inquired.

“There is. Two, actually. Dave and Mindy Burke. Husband and wife who work for my grandfather. But I told them to take a break. They’re in their private room, probably reading, maybe sleeping.”

“Room?”

“It’s small but comfortable. Like a small first-class lounge. With a door. They like it in there.”

“Oh.”

“I was hoping for some privacy.” No reason not to tell her what his intentions were.

Sarah’s golden eyebrows rose in question. “Is that right?”

Jim’s voice came over the speaker, announcing their departure and asking that they buckle up. Dylan managed to relax a little.

“So, once we’re up in the air…” Sarah turned her head, smiling at him.

Dylan saw the glimmer of heat, the way she bit down on her lower lip. Yeah, clearly she was as intrigued as he was where the in-flight entertainment was concerned.

“Are you teasing me, woman?”

“Maybe.”

Dylan placed his drink in the cup holder, then unbuckled his seat belt. He quickly changed seats, choosing the one across from her so that he could see her better.

Sarah giggled. “Running from me already?”

If only.

The engines roared to life and the plane shifted abruptly, clearly gearing up for takeoff.

This was going to be one hell of a ride. At least if he had anything to say about it.

For a few minutes, he merely watched her, admiring the sexy woman sitting across from him. She was wearing boots and jeans and a sweater that looked as soft as her skin. Sarah had pulled her hair back in a ponytail, which gave him an unobstructed view of her neck and the hint of a tattoo that peeked out of her sweater, right on her shoulder. He remembered how she’d looked when he’d been lodged to the hilt inside her, so fucking beautiful it nearly hurt to look at her.