Page 25 of Rebel Heart
And for the remainder of dinner, Beau and I simply sat in comfortable silence, stealing glances and exchanging knowing smiles.
When we finished, Beau asked, “Did you have enough dessert today, or did you want some ice cream before we leave?”
I shook my head. “I couldn’t possibly eat another thing. If you want some, it’s fine, though. However, if you want the best place in Landing for ice cream, this isn’t it.”
“Oh?”
“My sister-in-law owns The Sweet Landing. It’s the ice cream shop on the Marks Dairy Farm.”
He tipped his chin up and assessed me. “I’ll have to keep that in mind for another time, then. Are you ready to go for your ride?”
“Oh, I’m more than ready.”
Beau and I cleaned up our mess, tossed the trash, and returned the baskets to the return bin near the ordering window. Then we pulled on our helmets—Beau checking mine again—and climbed on the bike. This time, I didn’t hesitate to wrap my body around the back of his.
A moment later, we were off.
Unsurprisingly, it didn’t take me nearly as long as it had when we left my apartment to get comfortable on the back of the bike.
As promised, Beau didn’t do anything crazy. He simply took me on a long, enjoyable drive. But it wasn’t just being on the bike and on the open road that made it so wonderful.
It was wrapping my arms around Beau’s body, like he was mine. It was having the scent of him invading my nostrils. It was his big hand reaching back and settling on my thigh.
Time passed—I didn’t know how much—and I just allowed it all to consume me. The days of happiness and excitement I’d experienced since I’d met him. The talking, teasing, and touching had built this wonderful situation.
The longer his hand lingered, occasionally offering a stroke against my thigh, the more turned-on I became. And I’d decided I was going to be just a bit bolder than ever.
I slid my hands up his torso and pressed them firmly against his chest. Then I asked, “Will you take me back to your place?”
Every muscle in Beau’s body tensed, and he twisted his neck slightly. “Are you sure?”
My hands drifted dangerously low on his body. “Positive.”
Beau didn’t say another word.
And before I knew it, we pulled into a driveway at what I could only assume was his house.
He pulled the bike to a stop, and after we got off and removed our helmets, I could see the desire swirling in his eyes.
“Did you do it on purpose?” I asked.
“Do what?”
I took a few steps forward, closing the distance between our bodies. Pressing my palm lightly against his chest, I clarified my question. “Did you take me on the motorcycle just so you could feel my body wrapped around yours?”
That same look of pride I’d seen earlier leaked onto his expression. “Would it be wrong if I did?”
The corners of my mouth tipped up at the same time my belly dipped. “I think it could only be considered wrong if it didn’t work.”
“Didn’t work? What do you mean?”
I swallowed roughly. “Well, as much as you got to feel my body against you, I got to feel yours. Between that and your hand on my thigh, I’m not sure how you think I’d be able to resist you.”
Beau’s eyes roamed over my face, studying every inch. “What exactly are you telling me, Jules?”
I licked my lips. “What I’m saying is that I’d like you to take me inside and do what you promised me that day at the demo.”
Even though I was certain by the gleam in his eye that he knew precisely what he’d promised me, Beau still pressed me for more information. “I made you a promise?”
