CHAPTER TWELVE
PAIGE
“Fuck, Paige,” he groaned.
I couldn’t believe I was doing this. I wasn’t someone who threw themselves at men. I certainly didn’t straddle their laps in a park, but Beaux was different.
He was playful and sweet, and around him, it appeared my inhibitions took a flying leap into the pond.
He pressed his lips against the side of my throat and my body lit with anticipation. His full, warm lips against me, the slightest hint of stubble scraped my sensitive flesh as he moved higher until our mouths were inches from each other.
He gazed at me like he was trying to pry into my soul and my eyes fluttered close, unable to handle the inspection.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, leaning in.
A shiver wracked my spine and I clung to him, fingertips pressing to the back of his neck, and into his hair right before he moved in, lips sealing us together.
A fire ignited deep inside my stomach.
He slid his tongue against my lips, seeking entrance and I allowed it, parting for him and as I tasted him, the mix of man and sweet white wine, I was gone.
I was swimming in the ocean, free falling, skydiving without a tandem partner. Beaux’s kisses sent me swirling into the eye of a hurricane and I couldn’t care what happened once I landed. Everything inside my body soared to life, heated, cooled. I held him against me, my hands in his hair, his shoulders.
I clung to his biceps like I’d fall without him but he held me just as tightly. Our mouths fused together, tasted each other, and I reveled in the moment until I was shamelessly moving against him. The friction of our denim, the pressure of his hands on me, guiding me and helping me, shot delicious sparks up my spine, and I groaned into his mouth.
“So good,” I whimpered, my breathing erratic, my chest tight like it could explode.
I was lost in his pleasure. The only sounds I could now hear were my needy little whimpers and his harsh breathing.
“Fuck,” he groaned and flipped us over. My legs opened immediately, taking his weight and then we were together again, fully clothed.
I didn’t care. I lost all track of time while we made out like teenagers. I wanted this.
Wanted him.
“Beaux—”
“I know—”
“Do you—”
“I feel it, Paige.”
God. We were finishing sentences and thoughts, and I pulled away from him, catching my breath with my hands clinging at his shirt. Lifting. Tugging. He moved off me to discard it and then he was back, his hot hand pushing beneath my tank top.
“I’m not fucking you here,” he said, lips pressing kisses to my throat. He reached my bra, his thumb slid over my nipple, and my entire body trembled from the friction.
“Please.” I had never begged. I’d do anything to get him to continue doing what he was doing.
“I need to see you come, though. Need to see you light up for me, you okay with that?”
Only an idiot would say no, and I had always been a four point oh student. “Please.”
He pulled me toward him, draping my thighs over his while he bent down and pulled the cups of my bra down. Cool air assaulted my breasts right before hot heat from his mouth covered them. He tortured me with his mouth and his tongue while his hand went to my jeans.
A button popped.
A zipper slid down.
I was already so close, my release making me shake with the need to take over but I fought it back, tried to sear every one of his touches, every delicious moment of this night into my memory banks. Yet, I couldn’t stop moving.
I was greedy, so damn greedy that when he tugged down my jeans, I helped him, shoving them down as far as they could go.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” Beaux said. “And you taste like heaven.”
I laughed, gripped his shoulders. “I want to kiss you.”
He didn’t make me wait. He arched above me, settling some of his weight off my body and then his hand was there, pressing that sweet spot beneath my panties.
It was glorious.
His forehead hit mine.
“So damn wet. I can’t wait until I can see all of you.”
“Yes,” I gasped and arched into him. My spine burned like I’d been electrocuted. This was too much. Too fast and too strong and too powerful. The threat of my orgasm hitting me so fiercely terrified me and yet I wasn’t moving away.
“Oh shit,” I panted. I couldn’t stay still, I couldn’t kiss him, couldn’t breathe him in. I wanted to pull his body to mine, fuse us together and my Lord…when did I think such crazy and asinine things?
It didn’t matter.
“Come for me,” Beaux ordered, and then his mouth was on mine again. He continued his ministrations, playing my body perfectly and I couldn’t hold back.
I cried out, pleasure coursing through me I’d never felt before.
“Shit, shit, shit.” My words became vowels, consonants too much effort as I clung to him. His shoulders, his back, his arms. I grabbed every small piece of him I could, and it only fueled my desire for more of him.
“Beautiful,” Beaux crooned, bringing me down from sweet orgasmic bliss. “You’re so damn beautiful when you come, Paige. God, I want you.”
I wanted him too. Barely catching my breath, I was still panting, still running my hands along his arms to his back. “I might need a minute to recover.”
He pulled back, cocky grin reappearing. “That good huh? The best, maybe?”
It had been. I smiled, leaned up and pressed my lips to his. “I want to take care of you.”
“No way.” He shook his head and leaned off me, fixing my bra and my shirt as he spoke. “Can’t. I get busted for public indecency and I’m fucked, and not in the good way.” As if he just realized it, he looked up, scanned the area. “Thank God no one saw us doing that.”
A flicker of reality with him niggled at the edges of my mind and I pushed it back. Reality was for tomorrow or later tonight when I was alone and missing him—because I would miss him. Fantasy and now was all we had.
I pressed my hand to my chest. “I can’t calm my heart. It’s racing.”
“Like I said the other day, it’s because I’m the best.”
“And arrogant.”
“Funny and sweet.”
“Cocky.”
“Humble and kind.”
“Okay.” I shoved him off me, our grins as wide as could be. “Enough. I get it. You’re the best. Happy now?”
His smile fell. Gently, he brushed my hair off my face with his thumb, cupping my cheek. “I think I am.”
The power in his statement made me gulp down my fears. I was trying to keep this light. Open up and give him parts of me I usually kept tucked away.
He was making it so damn difficult to not hand over all my hidden places.
“I need my wine.”
Chuckling, he sat us up. Then he dumped out my wine and as he refilled the glass, I dug in my purse for my phone.
“Oh no.” I jumped up as I stared at the screen. Four missed calls. Two voicemails. I didn’t listen to them. “I have to go home now, Beaux. Now.”
“What is it?”
“My dad.”
My heart raced for a different reason. I pulled up Mike’s number and hit send, one hand tugging my hair. Damn it!
“What is it?” I said as soon as Mike said hello.
“Paige? Where are you? Jesus, Elsa and I have both been calling you.”
“I know. What is it?” I didn’t have time for this. “Beaux!” I snapped. “I need to go.”
He must have sensed the panic in my voice because he had everything loaded, blanket tossed over his arm.
“It’s dad,” Mike said. “He’ll be okay. Just know that he’s going to be fine, but Elsa found him outside tonight. He was wandering we guess.”
Crap crap crap! This wasn’t happening. Damn it. I should have been there.
“Elsa found him? I thought she was with him!” She’d told me she would watch him tonight. Where had she gone? “How bad?”
“He’s in the emergency room. I’m here, waiting, and I haven’t seen him. Elsa said he was bleeding pretty bad. A few cuts. I don’t know much else, she was pretty upset.”
“Shit!” I cursed and started running. Beaux was hot on my heels, the thumping of his feet keeping pace with me. “I’ll be there as soon as I can. Which hospital?”
He rattled off the name and I shoved my phone into my purse.
“Raleigh Regional, Beaux. I have to go.”
“What happened?”
“My dad is hurt.” I glared at him. He was taking too long. Hurrying as fast as me but damn it. I shouldn’t have done this. One night. I took one night for myself and this was what happened.