Devour Me, Baby(16)

“On your last trip.”

“Oh, just to Chicago. My parents and I drove up during my summer break for a week to visit my brother. I’ll take this over an eleven-hour road trip with them any day of the week. Not that I don’t love them, but I could easily get used to this kind of pampering when I travel.”

“I wish I could take all the credit,” he chuckled. “But my agent worked my travel arrangements into my contract as a perk since the producer wanted me on the judging panel more than I wanted to take on the project.”

“So what you’re telling me is that I shouldn’t plan on getting used to the five-star treatment?”

“No way, baby. If you want limousines and private jets, that’s exactly what you’ll get.”

I wiggled my toes, blushing when they brushed against his hardened length.

“That’s the other advantage to not flying commercial.” He jerked his hips up, pressing his arousal against the soles of my feet. “It makes the mile-high club a possibility without the risk of having our names added to the no-fly list.”

I narrowed my eyes at him, not liking how familiar he sounded with that particular club. I yanked my feet off his lap and crossed my arms while I glared at him. “Oh really?”

His lips tilted up in a smug grin as he unbuckled my seat belt and lifted my stiff body onto his lap. Before he wrapped his arms around me, he tilted my chin up so I was staring into his face. “I thought I was the one with the green eyes in this relationship.”

“I’m not—” I started to deny the obvious truth.

“It’s fucking hot as hell, seeing you jealous, baby.” He dropped a quick kiss on my lips. “Don’t bother trying to deny it, and don’t ever apologize for it. Not when I’d react the same at the idea of you with another man.”

“Which isn’t something you need to worry about,” I grumbled.

“Damn straight it isn’t. Nobody but me gets to touch you.” He rested his forehead against mine. “And you don’t have to worry either, baby. I wasn’t speaking from experience; I’m all yours, too.”

“Oh,” I sighed, dropping my head on his shoulder and cuddling into his body.

“Yeah, oh,” he chuckled.

As I smiled up at him, a yawn snuck up on me—so wide that a tear leaked out of the corner of one of my eyes.

“Rest, baby,” he murmured. “It’s been a long, stressful week for you, and the mile-high club can wait for our trip home.”

“Mmmm,” I hummed as my eyes drifted shut. It was certainly something to look forward to once the taping was done.





9





Owen



Sienna snuggled deeper into my embrace, and I brushed a kiss over the top of her head. I hated to wake her. She’d run herself ragged the last week with exams and readying for the trip. But, as the plane touched down in L.A., she stirred and I looked down to see her eye lids fluttering. After a minute, they opened fully and she looked up at me with sleepy, chocolate eyes. She was so beautiful; it often took my breath away.

“We’re here, baby,” I murmured softly. Her eyes widened and she sat up, forcing me to reluctantly loosen my hold on her.

“I slept the whole flight?” she queried with a sheepish smile.

I kissed the tip of her nose, then pecked her lips. “You were exhausted. I wanted you to get some rest because I have plans for you later”—I gave her a wicked smile—“and they definitely don’t involve sleeping.”

She smirked at me and opened her mouth to say something but before she could make a sound, she slapped a hand over her lips and bolted off of my lap. She made a beeline for the bathroom, and I followed hastily to make sure she was okay. Once she was inside, she dropped to her knees in front of the toilet and lost everything she’d eaten that day.

I snatched a hand towel from a hook on the wall and ran it under cool water. Then I gently gathered up her hair and placed it on the back of her neck. She dry heaved a couple of times then plopped back onto her butt, seemingly exhausted once again.

I sat down next to her and pulled her onto my lap. Her head rested on my shoulder while I searched in the vanity under the sink. There were several items that travelers might find themselves without, including a small bottle of mouthwash.

“Can you stand, baby?” I asked softly.

She nodded weakly and scooted off of my lap. I got to my feet and took her hands to help her up. Supporting her with a hand on her hip, I used the other to fill a tiny, plastic cup with some water. “Sip,” I instructed as I put it to her lips. She leaned heavily against me, her back to my chest, her eyes closed. But, she dutifully allowed me to pour a bit of the cool liquid into her mouth.