The corner of his mouth twitched. “Humor me.”
My body sizzled in response to his nearness, his attention, then his half smile as I took a small sip. I wrinkled my nose.
“Don’t like it?” he asked.
I inhaled, my throat burning but warmth filling my belly. “It might grow on me.” It was strong, complex, and scorched me from the inside out. Not unlike the man in front of me.
He’d grown on me plenty.
Beau took a long sip from his own glass before rounding the couch.
“How about I get to know you?” Beau offered from his designated safe distance at the other end of the sofa.
If he wanted a safe distance, it should’ve been in another state. Another stratosphere.
“Get to know me?” I tucked my feet under me, staring at him. I wanted to know the source of his energy, what was responsible for the change I felt tonight.
He nodded. “I would like to get to know you. As a person. Your past. Truthfully, Hannah, I want to know everything about you.”
My entire body electrified, nerve endings igniting under his gaze, at the depth of his words. Beau wasn’t dancing around the pulsing, living entity between us. Beau was plainly showing his want for me.
The seed of hope I’d been nurturing longer than I cared to admit sprouted inside of me. A green, vibrant living thing.
Even though my body instantly stiffened at Beau wanting to get to know me. That meant questions about my past. Sure, he knew about Waylon and hadn’t run for the hills. He had still wanted me in a variety of tawdry and delicious ways after I’d told him about my now ex-husband. The speed at which Marty had gotten the process done had me scared. It was too good to be true. Too clean. I was still waiting for the catch.
Now Beau wanted to get to know me. Further. Even with his knowledge of Waylon.
That was bad enough. But knowing about the trailer park, the mother who cared less about me than her next fix, the hunger, the cold, the dirty clothes, and all the scars that came from that… that didn’t exactly make me a desirable prospect.
Even though I was terrified at showing Beau those sides of me, I was willing to take the risk. For him.
I took another sip of whisky. “What do you want to know?”
Beau’s eyes glittered for a moment as he took a sip of his own.
I braced myself.
He leaned over to grasp something on the coffee table, something I hadn’t been aware I’d left there until I saw it in his hands. “Why do you have a library card?”
The question caught me off guard.
“Doesn’t your generation have Kindles?” he continued. “EvenIhave a Kindle.”
His eyes were intent on me, dancing.
“You need glasses to see the words? And have them so big there are only two words per page?” I teased back.
He rewarded me with a smirk. “I’ve got life in me yet, and I can see just fine.” His eyes traveled the length of my body.
And just like that, the slight flush of my cheeks turned into a full-body inferno. The light banter and atmosphere of teasing had made way for sexual tension so thick, you couldn’t cut through it with a chainsaw.
I took a deep breath.
Then another.
The area below my legs throbbed. My mouth moistened. Need clutched onto me like a parasite, sucking all coherent thought. All I wanted to do was taste Beau’s lips, fill my body with his decidedly large cock.
His eyes were hooded, his face so tight with hunger that it was clear he was thinking along the same lines.
