Page 7 of Solid Ground

I nod.

“No. I’ve never done the tourist things here. I think this is the first time I’ve ever just driven around with no real destination in mind. It’s a beautiful city.” His dark-eyed gaze isfixed on me, and he reaches over and squeezes my knee. I catch my breath.

I reach up and cup his cheek. It’s rough where his tightly trimmed beard ends.

“Whatareyou doing?” His bemused tone makes me smile.

“You’re so … nice.”

He raises his hand and lifts mine off his face and plants a kiss on my palm. “I can be very nice.”

“I bet you can.”

“Want a drink? There’s plenty of champagne.”

I frown. “I thought that was back in the suite.”

“There’s another bottle there. We might as well crack this open, too, given that I’ve already paid for it.” He grins, and reaches into an ice bucket I hadn’t spotted earlier, then pulls out a bottle.

I sigh contentedly and look back out the window as he pours two glasses before placing the bottle back.

“To our first tour of Las Vegas,” he says.

With a giggle, I clink my glass against his.

I’m not even aware of it happening, but at some point I drift closer to him until his arms are around me and I’m leaning back against him. There’s a lot to be said for cruising in a limo while sipping champagne.

This is the life.

“Do you come to Las Vegas often?” I ask.

“Only when I need to blow off some steam.” His voice rumbles in my ear, and I sigh to myself.

“Thank you for tonight. I’ve had visiting here on my bucket list for a long time.”

I barely notice the passing lights anymore as Declan talks about the places he seen in the world. I’ve only ever been in New Zealand and now the US, so I’m keen to see more of the country I consider my second home before I leave.

We’re two glasses down when he makes a move, his lips brushing up my neck.

“Declan,” I sigh.

“Tell me you want this too.”

“Yes.”

His hand slides up my leg, and I could curse myself for wearing pantyhose.

“Zoe. Are you okay with this? I need to touch you.” His tone is urgent, his erection pressing against my lower back. He wants me as much as I want him, and I am so on for this.

“Yes.” I’m breathless, turning my head again toward him as his mouth closes in on mine. He slides his hand higher on my thigh as his tongue skirts across my lips.

He tugs at my panties and pantyhose, slipping his hand inside, and I lean farther back to give him better access.

His long fingers slide over my clit.

“You’re so wet,” he whispers. “Is that all for me?”

I arch my back, rocking my hips, and pressing myself against him. “Yes.”

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