Chapter 6 #2
My tongue darted out to lick my lips. Beau’s eyes dropped to it, something dark and intense swirling in them.
“I guess I thought you were the kind of man who took charge in a situation like that. But perhaps I didn’t do enough to tease you since the last kiss.
Or maybe you just didn’t enjoy kissing me as much as I enjoyed kissing you. ”
Beau dropped his burger in the basket, wiped his fingers on his napkin, and drove his hand into my hair. When that hand settled at the base of my skull, he urged me the remaining distance in his direction and captured my mouth in a bruising kiss.
Just a few seconds in, one thing became clear. Beau liked kissing me as much as I liked kissing him. And he certainly knew how to take charge.
I let out a soft moan, forcing Beau to tear his mouth from mine. “Do you feel better now?”
I smiled against his lips. “For now.”
He chuckled, released his hold on my hair, and returned to his food. “After we finish here, I was thinking of taking you for a ride on the bike. The drive from your place to here wasn’t nearly long enough.”
Still in a bit of a lust-filled fog, I managed to perk up. “I’d love nothing more.”
“Good. Then eat up, so I can make that happen.”
I saluted him. “Yes, sir.”
Beau poked me in the side. “One minute, you want me to take charge, and the next, you’re throwing out salutes? You really are a rebel, aren’t you?”
I didn’t answer.
Instead, I did as he asked and ate my food.
And for the remainder of dinner, Beau and I simply sat in comfortable silence, stealing glances and exchanging knowing smiles.
When we finished, Beau asked, “Did you have enough dessert today, or did you want some ice cream before we leave?”
I shook my head. “I couldn’t possibly eat another thing. If you want some, it’s fine, though. However, if you want the best place in Landing for ice cream, this isn’t it.”
“Oh?”
“My sister-in-law owns The Sweet Landing. It’s the ice cream shop on the Marks Dairy Farm.”
He tipped his chin up and assessed me. “I’ll have to keep that in mind for another time, then. Are you ready to go for your ride?”
“Oh, I’m more than ready.”
Beau and I cleaned up our mess, tossed the trash, and returned the baskets to the return bin near the ordering window. Then we pulled on our helmets—Beau checking mine again—and climbed on the bike. This time, I didn’t hesitate to wrap my body around the back of his.
A moment later, we were off.
Unsurprisingly, it didn’t take me nearly as long as it had when we left my apartment to get comfortable on the back of the bike.
As promised, Beau didn’t do anything crazy. He simply took me on a long, enjoyable drive. But it wasn’t just being on the bike and on the open road that made it so wonderful.
It was wrapping my arms around Beau’s body, like he was mine. It was having the scent of him invading my nostrils. It was his big hand reaching back and settling on my thigh.
Time passed—I didn’t know how much—and I just allowed it all to consume me. The days of happiness and excitement I’d experienced since I’d met him. The talking, teasing, and touching had built this wonderful situation.
The longer his hand lingered, occasionally offering a stroke against my thigh, the more turned-on I became. And I’d decided I was going to be just a bit bolder than ever.
I slid my hands up his torso and pressed them firmly against his chest. Then I asked, “Will you take me back to your place?”
Every muscle in Beau’s body tensed, and he twisted his neck slightly. “Are you sure?”
My hands drifted dangerously low on his body. “Positive.”
Beau didn’t say another word.
And before I knew it, we pulled into a driveway at what I could only assume was his house.
He pulled the bike to a stop, and after we got off and removed our helmets, I could see the desire swirling in his eyes.
“Did you do it on purpose?” I asked.
“Do what?”
I took a few steps forward, closing the distance between our bodies. Pressing my palm lightly against his chest, I clarified my question. “Did you take me on the motorcycle just so you could feel my body wrapped around yours?”
That same look of pride I’d seen earlier leaked onto his expression. “Would it be wrong if I did?”
The corners of my mouth tipped up at the same time my belly dipped. “I think it could only be considered wrong if it didn’t work.”
“Didn’t work? What do you mean?”
I swallowed roughly. “Well, as much as you got to feel my body against you, I got to feel yours. Between that and your hand on my thigh, I’m not sure how you think I’d be able to resist you.”
Beau’s eyes roamed over my face, studying every inch. “What exactly are you telling me, Jules?”
I licked my lips. “What I’m saying is that I’d like you to take me inside and do what you promised me that day at the demo.”
Even though I was certain by the gleam in his eye that he knew precisely what he’d promised me, Beau still pressed me for more information. “I made you a promise?”
Leaning closer, inhaling the clean, masculine scent of him, I reminded him. “You told me that since you couldn’t leave the demo and take me out of there to kiss every inch of me, you would do it another time. I think now is just as good a time as any.”
His fingers curled around the back of my head as he leaned down and inhaled deeply. “Mmm. I don’t like to break promises.”
I tipped my head back, my lips barely brushing his as I begged on a whisper. “Please.”
Evidently, that was what Beau had been waiting for.
I’d barely gotten the word out when his mouth came crashing down on mine, and he hoisted me up with one arm around my waist.
My legs instantly wrapped around him, and Beau carried me inside.