Page 65 of Trusting Tanner
“Sorry, I couldn’t wait any longer.”
“You’re impossibly impatient.” She set her bag near the door and slid her arms around his neck. As soon as she leaned forward, his mouth was on hers. When her tongue glided over his, he pinned her against the door, needing to feel her body pressed to his. He deepened the kiss.
“We’re never going to make it to the beach if you keep kissing me like this.”
He loved how breathless she sounded. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”
She curled her fingers into his front pockets and yanked him closer, which he didn’t think was possible until he felt his erection press against her stomach and heard her sharp intake of breath. “You can kiss me like that all you want.”
“Fuck.” He breathed out roughly and momentarily closed his eyes. He’d been dying to take their relationship to the next level, but she’d insisted they go slow, and he respected that. Hopefully it would finally happen this weekend. “All right.” He straightened, grabbed her bag from the floor, and opened the door. “Let’s go. I’m determined to make this drive in record time.” He led her downstairs.
“Uh, where’s your car?” She looked around, confusion furrowing her brows.
“Right there.” He nodded at the car parked in front of the bakery.
“That’s not your car.”
“Yes it is.” He carried her bag to the trunk. “See? I have keys and everything.” He pushed the button on the key fob then put her suitcase in the trunk and closed the lid.
Jules walked around the car and shook her head. “This is an Aston Martin One-77.”
He stared at her, shocked. Most guys didn’t know that, let alone the very few women who’d actually seen this car. “I’m impressed.”
“Seriously, what happed to your car? The one you’ve driven the entire time I’ve known you?”
“Okay, so it’s myothercar, but it’s still mine. If you don’t believe me, check the registration. It’s in the glove compartment.” He helped her in. Then he went around to the driver’s side and got in.
“Are you sure you didn’t boost this car?” She inspected every inch of the dashboard and checked inside every compartment she could find.
He watched with amusement, knowing she was hoping to find something to prove him wrong. He started the car and pulled out onto the road. “Why’s it so hard to believe I own this?”
“Because it’s a ridiculously expensive car. How the hell does a medical student afford something like this? Now that I think about it… How do you afford that fancy-ass apartment of yours?”
He shook his head and gave her a sideways glance. He’d been wondering how long it would take her to ask about his finances. Hell, he’d expected her to turn it back around on him when he’d asked her how she afforded all that new furniture. “I grew up in East Hampton. And before you cry liar, my wallet is in the console. Check the address.”
“Nice picture.” She grinned.
Tanner sighed with mock annoyance.
“I’m serious. You’re very photogenic.” She closed his wallet and put it back. “Okay, so what does growing up in East Hampton have to do with you having a car like this?”
He turned onto the highway and steadily picked up speed.
“Oh, now I get it. You’re a trust-fund baby, aren’t you?”
Tanner shifted gears and changed lanes.
“Now it makes sense.” She frowned. “Rebecca accusing me of being a gold digger. She knows you have money.”
“Everyone knows I have money.” Not everyone knew the specifics, but it’s not like he hid his wealth, either. He lived comfortably. He waited for her to ask how much, but she didn’t. “Aren’t you curious?”
“About what?”
“How much I’m worth. It’s usually the first question I get asked when the words ‘trust fund’ come out of my mouth.” It was the first thing Jason had asked.
“It’s not really any of my business.”
Once again, she managed to stun him into silence. When he came of age to get the first chunk of money, his father warned him to be careful, to use caution when he spoke of his worth, because there would be a lot of people who would pretend to care just to get close to the money. And he’d been right. His father was also right about another thing: when you find the one girl who doesn’t give a shit, hold on to her tight because she’s the one.
