We pulled back out into traffic, heading in different directions.
“Are we being followed?” I asked.
“Just being cautious.” His teeth sank gently into my flesh, making my ni**les hard. Supporting my back with one arm, he brushed the side of my breast with his thumb. “This weekend is ours.”
He’d taken my mouth in a lush, deep kiss when we pulled into another parking garage. We slid into a spot and the door was yanked open. I was trying to figure out what was going on, when Gideon swung his legs to the side and slipped out of the Bentley with me held firmly in his arms, only to immediately step into the back of another car.
We were on the road again in less than a minute, with the Bentley pulling out into traffic in front of us and heading in the opposite direction.
“This is insane,” I said. “I thought we were leaving the country.”
“We are. Trust me.”
“I do.”
His eyes were soft on my face. “I know you do.”
We didn’t have any more stops on the way to the airport. We pulled right onto the tarmac after a brief security check, and I preceded Gideon up the short flight of steps into one of his private jets. The cabin was luxurious yet understated in its elegance, with sofa seating on the right and table and chairs on the left. The flight attendant was a handsome young guy with black dress slacks and vest embroidered with the Cross Industries logo and his name, Eric.
“Good evening, Mr. Cross. Miss Tramell,” Eric greeted us with a smile. “Would you like something to drink as we prepare for takeoff?”
“Cranberry and Kingsman for me,” I said.
“The same,” Gideon replied, shrugging out of his jacket and handing it over to Eric, who waited while Gideon stripped off his vest and tie, too.
I watched appreciatively, throwing in a whistle for good measure. “I’m liking this trip already.”
“Angel.” He shook his head, his eyes laughing.
A gentleman in a navy suit entered the plane. He greeted Gideon warmly, shook my hand when introduced, then requested our passports. He was gone as quickly as he’d come, and the cabin door was closed. Gideon and I were buckled in at the table with our drinks when the plane started taxiing down the runway.
“Are you going to tell me where we’re headed?” I asked, lifting my drink in a toast.
He clinked his crystal tumbler against mine. “Don’t you want it to be a surprise?”
“Depends on how long it takes to get there. I might go crazy with curiosity before we land.”
“I expect you’ll be too busy to think about it.” His mouth curved. “This is a mode of transportation, after all.”
“Oh.” I glanced back, seeing the little hallway of doors at the back of the plane. One would be a lavatory, one an office, and the other a bedroom. Expectation coursed through me. “How much time have we got to kill?”
“Hours,” he purred.
My toes curled. “Oh, ace. The things I’m going to do to you.”
He shook his head. “You’re forgetting this is my weekend to have you any way I want. That was the deal.”
“On our trip? That doesn’t seem fair.”
“You said that before.”
“It was true then, too.”
His smile widened and he took a drink. “As soon as the captain gives the go-ahead to get up, I want you to head into the bedroom and get na**d. Then lie on the bed and wait for me.”
One of my brows arched. “You love the idea of having me rolling around na**d waiting for you to f**k me.”
“I do, yes. I recall the reverse being a fantasy of yours.”