We’d shared three appetizers.
And for the first time in what seemed like ages, I enjoyed the heck out of eating. Mostly because Geneviève was here beside me and we were sharing stories and speaking to each other like we had before I’d screwed everything up.
She asked me about the boys, seemingly eager to know what they’d been up to. The warm, tight squeeze I felt inside my chest surprised me as I watched her laugh at my stories.
“Cooper really held the stick the wrong way?” She giggled, finishing the last drops from her glass.
I nodded as I chuckled. “He insists that it’s easier to hold.”
Her head fell back, and she let out a loud laugh, exposing that neck of hers again. “Maybe he has a future in ringette instead?”
That cracked me right the hell up. Now my whole body was shaking, and tears were falling from my eyes. “They wouldn’t take him, trust me,” I said, wiping my eyes with the back of my hand.
“There’s always figure skating.”
“Not the most graceful kid I’ve seen, but you never know.”
“Broomball?”
I shook my head. “He’d still insist on holding it upside down.”
We both laughed again, and this time I set my hand on her leg as I slid my arm around the back of her chair. “Geneviève, I’ve had too much to drink. So have you.” I tightened my grip on her thigh. “Let me call a cab? And then you’re going to take me home and let me have my way with you.”
Her eyes flared as her pupils dilated with lust. I could see and feel her breathing quicken. “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” her mouth said, but her body was saying something completely different.
“I think it’s a great idea.”
Someone beside us cleared her throat. “Excuse me, your meals are ready.”
I turned my head and saw our server holding two plates. Then I looked back to Geneviève. She licked her lips and whispered, “Call a cab.”
I’d slippedmy hand under her skirt.
I couldn’t help it.
We’d been making out for a solid twenty minutes at least.
In the back of the cab.
I touched her overtop of her panties, feeling how wet she already was. “Fuck, I want to eat you,” I mumbled against her lips.
She moaned as I slid her panties aside and moved a finger around her slick, hot opening. When I jerked my finger inside her, a sweet, surprised gasp left her lips. “Beau,” she said, holding me tighter to her panting body.
I added in another finger, and this time I groaned. Those long, toned legs of hers parted, giving me even more access to her core.
And I took it.
When I curled my fingers and found that magical spot that made her lose control, I stroked her.
Right there.
“Oh God, Beau, I’m—” she whispered into my ear as her arms hugged me so tight it was difficult to breathe. Her thighs clamped down on my hand, and I continued rubbing her while she panted loudly.
When her arms and thighs went slack, I chuckled into her neck. “You are so incredibly hot.”
“I can’t feel my arms and legs.”
I laughed right out loud at that. “Good. I’ll carry you to bed.” I gazed into her eyes, the light from the streetlamps shining into her dark orbs.
I kissed her until the cabdriver pulled into our parking lot. After I paid him, I let Geneviève out. “Where are the puppies?” I asked, pulling her along behind me.
“Trey’s. I asked him to babysit tonight.”
“The whole night?”
“Yeah.”
“Good.”