I turn that over before asking my next question. “Most awkward sexual encounter?”
Rae knocks over her drink with a knee, cursing as she rights it. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
So, I change the subject, but I’m still wondering why that simple question threw off our conversation.
“I’ve never been to the beach in LA,” I admit as I reach for the mineral water I bought.
“Seriously? How many times have you come here?”
“Dozens.”
“Huh. I’m glad I can give you a first.”
I reach a hand out to lift her chin. Then I lean in and brush my lips across hers.
She tastes like her soda, and I want to drink her dry. I want to lay her back on this towel and strip off her clothes and show her how fucking exquisite she is.
Instead, I allow her to finish her dinner before I walk her back to the car.
“Aren’t we going back to your place?” she asks when I drive us away from my side of the city.
“No.”
She looks over in surprise. “Why not?”
I’m torn between a laugh and a groan. “You’ve never had a gentleman. I wanted to give you a first too.”
Her eyes soften in the twilight, and I grab onto that as my hands clench the steering wheel. She flicks on the radio, humming to the music as we drive.
I’ve never had someone I can coexist with. But her, right here… it feels surprisingly right.
Except for the blood diverted below my belt at the sound of her voice or any time I glance at her.
When I pull up to Beck’s gates and put the car in park, she turns to face me.
“You can come in. But you can’t stay ov—“
“No.”
She blinks at me in surprise.
Her palm slides down my chest, rubbing across my erection through my pants. My body leaps under her touch. “You still want to be a gentleman?”
She’s teasing me. I like seeing her empowered.
No.
“Yes.”
Her hand threads through mine as she tugs me toward her.
I follow her lead, mostly because I have no idea what she’s planning.
When she works open the button and fly of her jeans and slides my hand inside, I swallow my tongue.
She’s slick and ready for anything I might wish to do to her. Knowing she was getting turned on by our conversation, by simply spending time together, blows my mind.
I rub a slow circle over her clit beneath her underwear, and her eyelids fall to half-mast as she arches against my touch.