Page 18 of Rebel Heart
“Mmm.”
That was the only response I could muster.
“I was supposed to be showing you my appreciation, but if that’s the way you kiss, I don’t think I’ve done nearly enough to demonstrate my gratitude.”
Did he think he was the only one feeling all hot and bothered? I was still gripping his arms like I was afraid he’d vanish. “Trust me when I tell you,” I started between my labored breaths. “You’ve more than given me your thanks.”
He chuckled and kissed me again.
When we reached the same point once more, he said, “I wish I didn’t have to go back over there, because I’d love nothing more than to take you out of here and kiss every inch of you.”
Another shiver crawled down my spine, and I tightened my grip on him in response. “Maybe another time,” I suggested.
Beau pulled his head back, looked down at me with such promise in his eyes, and said, “Definitely another time.”
All I could do was send a seductive smile his way.
Beau groaned, lifted his weight off me, and opened my door. “I’ll reach out to you later.”
“Okay.”
“Later, Jules.”
“Goodbye, Beau.”
Before I wanted it to happen, Beau closed my door, and I was on my way home.
But on the bright side, I was able to drive there with a smile on my face and the taste of Beau lingering in my mouth.
5
BEAU
Sweat drippedfrom my brow as my chest heaved with each deep breath I took.
I reached for my shirt, which had been removed at least an hour ago, and used it to dry my face.
Downing some water as I grabbed a seat, I watched as Vic geared up to attempt a trick on the A-frame rail. Vic, Talon, Jamie, and I had been at this all morning. Not the rail. Just the skating, as it was something the four of us typically met up with one another a couple of times a week to do together.
The last time I’d done any skating was three days ago at the demo.
The demo.
I hadn’t stopped thinking about it since. Not the skating. Not the community. Not even the promotion of the Blackman Boards brand and the good news we’d gotten that the demo had driven up product sales for the last three days.
Nope.
My mind was solely and completely focused on Jules.
Just Jules and that kiss beside her car.
If I allowed myself to think hard enough about it, I swore I could still feel the softness of her body pressed against mine. I could still hear that slight whimper that had escaped when my lips brushed lightly against hers. I could still recall the sound of her moan and taste her on my tongue.
Obviously, it was that kiss that I continued to relive over and over since that day. But if I was honest, that wasn’t all I thought about. There was something about Jules that I just liked more than any other woman I’d ever spent time with before now.
She was such a cool person. She was fun, flirty, and didn’t try to place any demands on me. That she’d shown up at the demo on her own had been proof enough of that. When we got interrupted by others that day and she didn’t get upset about it, I couldn’t overlook that.
So, I guess it was no surprise that it had been three days, and I couldn’t stop thinking about her. If I could’ve gotten together with her before now, I would’ve. There wasn’t much I was unwilling to do just to have the chance to kiss those lips again.
