Page 19 of Rebel Heart
Unfortunately, Jules had been unavailable for the past few nights because she had other obligations with work and her family.
That was something else I was unaccustomed to with other women. Generally, if I was reaching out in hopes of meeting up with them, they dropped whatever they weredoing to make it happen. Jules not doing the same meant needing to exercise a bit more patience, something that might have led other men to run in the opposite direction. Only, for some reason, it seemed only to make me want her more.
But she was finally free tonight, and it was safe to say I was beginning to feel just a smidgen of relief at the thought of being mere hours away from seeing her again. Then again, it might have been all the promise in that kiss and the few words we’d said to each other after that. Or it could have been in the flirty texts we’d sent to one another since then.
The sexual tension was building between us, and if what I’d experienced with her so far was any indication of what was to come, I suspected I was in for a real treat. And if my suspicions were correct about how good things would be once we took that step, I believed it’d be a long while before I got tired of her. I might not have been looking for a serious, long-term relationship, but I’d certainly entertain more than just a one-night stand.
Though I hadn’t exactly had a discussion with her about it, based on the way she’d been teasing me, it seemed she was just as interested in something physical as I was.
Like some divine intervention was stepping in to get me to stop thinking about just Jules, my phone buzzed with a text.
I reached for it as I watched Vic’s attempt at the rail. And when he successfully executed the trick, the rest of the guys and I didn’t hold back the praise. A smug lookwashed over Vic’s face, like he’d had every confidence the entire time that he’d land that trick.
While he celebrated that win, I glanced at my phone.
Perhaps it wasn’t divine intervention after all. Maybe it was just proof that Jules was thinking about me as frequently as I was thinking about her, because the text was from her, and there was a picture attached.
I’d never swiped my finger across the display as fast as I did at that moment. The picture was of Jules holding up a cupcake in front of her in one hand while the other hand showed a single finger covered with a healthy dollop of frosting. Beneath that photo was her message.
Jules
I’m celebrating early.
Damn, she was gorgeous.
As delicious as that cupcake looked—and I could feel my mouth salivating—it didn’t compare to her. If given the choice of one or the other, I’d pick her every time.
BEAU
What exactly are you celebrating?
Jules
I finally get to see you again tonight.
Well, there it was.
Even if she’d been unable to meet up before now, at least I had some proof that it bothered her and that she’d been longing to see me again, too.
BEAU
I hope you realize just how lucky you are to have treats like that to celebrate with.
A moment later, another picture came through, and it was all I could do not to react in the way I might have if I’d been alone at home.
Jules had taken a picture of her still holding that cupcake while she licked the frosting off the other hand. And beneath that picture was nothing but utter temptation.
Jules
Oh, if you only knew…
God, this woman was so much fun already.
And best of all, she was giving me every clear signal that she was looking for precisely the same as I was when it came to what was happening between us. It was friendly and fun, and we could easily hold a conversation about something. But when it boiled down, it all seemed to be about building that physical tension between us. Walking up to that bakery and getting those cookies was proving to be the best thing I’d done in a long time.
BEAU
You are the best kind of trouble.
