Trust (Temptation #3)(83)
Logan bit the inside of his cheek as Tate continued to kiss behind his ear.
“You smell amazing.”
“Christ, this is going to be a long fucking flight.”
Tate tickled his lobe with the tip of his tongue and whispered in his ear, “Maybe so, but you’re not thinking about the fact that we’re about to take off, are you?”
As the engines rumbled to life, Logan’s jaw clenched.
“I didn’t know you were this afraid to fly.”
He turned his head to face Tate’s mischievous grin. “I’m not.”
“Yes, you are.”
The flight attendants were instructing them on what to do in case of an emergency, and as the plane taxied to the runway, Logan kept his eyes on Tate’s. Maybe, if he focused on him, he wouldn’t feel the intense sense of panic he usually felt when he thought about the sheer amount of trust he had to have in the jet engines propelling him into the sky. That was the plan, anyway, until he looked out the open fucking window.
“Hey?” Tate said.
Logan brought his eyes back to his. Tate’s hand slipped into his own and gently squeezed it.
“When the engines start and we begin to move, count back from thirty.”
Logan frowned at him, but Tate gave a somewhat comforting smile.
“The first thirty seconds of takeoff and landing are the most dangerous. So once you get through that, the rest is a walk in the park.”
“Oh, yeah. That helps. Thanks a lot,” Logan muttered, knowing he didn’t sound thankful at all.
As the plane started to vibrate and power up, Tate brought his hand to his mouth and kissed his palm before aiming hot eyes at him and suggesting, “Or you can think about how good it’s going to feel when you sink your cock inside me in approximately two and a half hours.”
Logan’s brain almost short-circuited at that visual, and he was about to respond when the plane began to thunder down the tarmac. Before he knew it, it shot up into the sky and they were thirty seconds closer to their weekend destination.
* * *
Tate couldn’t believe he was in New York City. He’d been there once when he was younger and loved it, but being there with Logan guaranteed that it would forever be ingrained as a favorite, he was sure.
The flight had been smooth, and once they’d arrived, they had flagged down a taxi and were on their way to… I have no idea. That part was still a secret.
Logan wasn’t giving anything up, and Tate wondered what he had up his sleeve. They’d just crossed over the East River and were told they were about twenty minutes out, and with every passing minute, he became more and more curious.
The city lights illuminated the streets as they traveled through the evening traffic and turned onto Fifth Avenue. The taxi maneuvered around several town cars and SUVs to finally come to a stop, and when he saw The Peninsula lit up across the front of the elegant building, he turned to Logan.
With a rueful smile, he shrugged his shoulders. “The benefits of spending an entire week at their Chicago location. A comped weekend at their New York one.”
“Logan, this is way too much.”
Logan grabbed his jacket and pulled him across the cab to kiss him. “It’s not nearly enough. Plus, it’s free.”
Tate shook his head. “It wasn’t free.”
“Shh,” he coaxed. “This is the first time I’ve ever been thankful Evelyn did what she did. Because of her, I get to be here tonight and tomorrow in this city with you. Let’s enjoy it.”
Tate touched Logan’s cheek and smiled against his mouth. “Okay, let’s.”
* * *
As they got out of the cab, Logan made his way around to the trunk to grab their bags. When Tate tried to take his own, he said, “Don’t even think about it. You just got your arm brace off.”
Tate stepped up to him, took his bag with his left hand, and told him quite matter-of-factly, “Yes. I got it off. As in it’s better. You heard the doctor. He said I was fine. I just have to be careful with certain movements and positions.”
Logan’s lips twitched as he shut the trunk. Then he paid the driver. “Fair enough. I promise to be careful of the positions I put you in—and I’ll be gentle.”
Tate took his hand as he walked past and said, “Not too gentle.”
Logan laughed as they made their way up the steps leading to the revolving door, and when they got inside, they stopped and Tate turned to face him, wide-eyed and clearly impressed.
“Wow.”
Directly in front of them was a massive staircase that led up to a landing, and then it curved off to both the left and the right. An intricate chandelier hung overhead, and the marble floors were so well polished that Logan could see his own reflection in them.