“You shouldn't,” he agrees. My body jerks when he nips at me.
“I should leave.” My fingers dig more into him, willing myself to shut the hell up. His teeth sink into me again. It doesn't hurt. The sensation shoots straight to my clit, and I grind against him, trying to ease the throb he’s creating. The one that always arises when he’s near me.
If I thought being alone with him in the truck was overwhelming, then this is all consuming. My mind screams for me to run. For me to protect my heart before I slip back down a mountain I’d already started to climb to free myself of Beau.
Why has he started acting crazy all of a sudden? And how in the hell is he claiming that I’m the one driving him crazy? I was simply minding my own business for once when it came to him.
I was prepared to go into his home and call for a ride. He went and knocked me on my ass when I saw this place. I thought I was dreaming. I still can’t believe he built it. My heart pounds, trying to catch up with everything that is happening.
“You don’t sound or feel like you want to leave.”
“A girl has needs, and it’s been awhile.” One of his hands releases my ass. I let out a scream when it’s back a moment later with a loud smack. “Beau!”
“I don’t want to hear shit like that.”
“Jealous?”
He lifts his head. I suck in a deep breath when I see his expression. It’s a mixture of anger and something else I can’t quite place. But there is something else there. Is it hurt? I lift my hand, touching the cut over his eye. He leans into my touch.
“Yes,” he answers. He closes his eyes as I inspect the wound.
“It’s been more than a while, Beau. My whole life really. How about you? Does your dream girl know you’re kissing some girl you took home from a bar?”
His eyes spring open. “I don’t take girls home from bars.”
I lean in close, my lips brushing him. I don’t know what makes me so bold. I’m lacking in experience. I all but told him that a few moments ago, but I’m not sure he’s understanding. “Don’t kiss me if you have any other girl. I’m not that kind of girl.”
“Never had a girl to call my own.”
“Okay.” I nod. “Beau.”
“Yeah?”
“You can kiss me again, but I still don’t like you.”
For the first time in a long time he smirks, making my heart flutter. “How much did you drink?”
I shrug. His fingers dig into my ass as he carries me up the stairs. He doesn't stop until we are in his kitchen. He sits me down on the counter before releasing me from his hold. I instantly feel cold upon his absence, wanting him back.
I glance around, taking more of his place in. My lips still tingle from his kiss. As do other parts of me. I don’t have any freaking clue what’s happening. I’m still on a little high from him saying he is jealous over me. What I can’t figure out is what has changed.
“Do you like it?” Beau asks as he hands me a bottle of water.
“It’s amazing. You must have listened to every word I said.” I take the opened bottle of water from his hand.
“I always do.” Next he hands me two pills. “Take them. I don’t want you waking up with a headache.”
“How are you so bossy and sweet at the same time?” I huff but do as he tells me.
“You bring it out of me.”
I swallow the pills down. “Starting to think I bring a lot of things out of you, Beau.”
“Are you hungry?”
I shake my head no. He’s good at side stepping some of my questions. “Drink more of the water and we’ll go to bed.” I chug more of it back before I hand him the bottle.
“How did you know my dads were gone?” Why is that what I’m asking out of all things?
“Talked to them this morning when they were headed out. I was having breakfast at Mom’s.” I had seen his truck parked next door. Every time I glance toward the Meyers, my eyes always seem to go to where Beau parks his truck when he is over there.
“Do you have something I can wear?”
“You look too sexy.” He closes some of the space between us. I don’t know what to do with that. He thinks I’m sexy. That’s something. But too sexy? “I don’t like others seeing you like this.” I hold my breath as he trails one of his rough fingers down the v of my top.
“What’s happening?”
“You’re a smart girl, Carey. You know. But not tonight.” He scoops me up, carrying me like a doll. He hits a few lights along the way until we’re in what I’m guessing is his bedroom. He puts me back on my feet. “Bathroom.” He points to a door. He reaches over his head, pulling off the plain white tee he has on. “You can sleep in this.”