I snickered. “What level was I on before?”
“Does it matter now that you’ve broken the scale?”
It was my turn to bite my own finger, looking over at her. The way she rested back in the seat, her hand out, flowing with the wind, the way her dress hiked up even farther… “Guinevere, I swore to myself I am never having sex in this car, and you are testing me.”
“All right, not in it, but what about on it?”
Dear Jesus, give me strength, I prayed, focusing on the road in front of me. I could hear her giggling at the effect she had on me.
Her hand grazed mine, and I took a deep breath. “Guinevere—”
“I’ll be good, I swear.”
But I didn’t want her to be good. I enjoyed her exactly the way she was: happy, fun, free, sexy, and beautiful.
“The aquarium?” she said when we pulled up in front. “Isn’t it closed?”
“Not if you ask it not to be,” I said as we took off our seatbelts and I stepped out. After walking around the car, I opened her door for her.
“You rented out the aquarium?”
“Really isn’t that hard.” I took her hand, placing it over mine.
She looked back to my car, though. “Are you sure it will be all right? Can you leave it here?”
“It will be fine, believe me. Mr. Raymond will look after it.” I nodded to the man who came out of the town car.
“Rich people,” she whispered under her breath.
“Said the rich woman.”
She gave me a look, then froze when I snapped on all the lights in the tanks all around us. The place glowed soft blue, and she gravitated to the tanks. Smiling, she followed the fish with her hands.
“Like it?”
She looked to me and grinned. “It’s beautiful. I love it.”
“I remembered when we watched Animal Planet, your eyes were glued to the sea turtles.” I took her hand, leading her toward the tunnel.
She lifted her head, her eyes following the sharks swimming over us. “Hello.” She laughed, turning so her back pressed against my chest as she watched the stingray hover right above her.
Wrapping my arms around her waist, I kisse
d the side of her head. “You look beautiful when you smile like that,” I whispered.
She held on to my arms. “Thank you, and thank you for this. It’s really romantic.”
“Like something out of your books?” I teased.
She turned back to me, her eyes serious. “Exactly like that. I’m just waiting for you to kiss me.”
“Happily,” I said before my lips brushed against hers. Her hands went around my mouth and I held her waist, pulling her as close to me as possible. I loved how she fit against me, how she moaned against me even then. Breaking away, I rested my head on hers.
“How long can we stay here?” she asked me.
“Until you get hungry. Then I plan on making you a late dinner.”
“You don’t have to do all of this.”