I bump into the next table in our path and now I’ve got drunk Beau shushing me. I crumple into laughter, Beau joining me on the floor in front of the stairs. So close.
“Beau. We can’t let them know we’re out past curfew.”
“Baby Girl. I’m an adult. I don’t have a curfew. We’re being quiet out of good manners because there’s people asleep in the house.” More whisper-yelling that becomes more yelling than whispering the longer we’re talking.
We stumble up the stairs and into Beau’s room, falling into the bed in relief that we made it without getting caught.
Super secret spy school, here I come. I will have the margarita instead of the martini, and blended, not shaken, please.
While I’m putting in my future drinks order, Beau caresses his hands up my arm, and I moan out loud before throwing my hands over my mouth.
“We can’t!”
“But I miss you.” He nibbles on my neck and I melt into the sensation.
“I’m right here.”
“More specifically, I miss this.” He runs his hand up my leg and finds my clit through my leggings like he’s a heat-seeking missile.
And it’s getting very hot down there.
“Then we should have gotten a hotel room like I originally suggested.” I arch my back and lean into his hand, slowly grinding against it to get him where I want him.
“You never suggested that.”
“I thought it.”
“Very good idea. Do you want to call Tucker and find a hotel that he can drive us to?”
“No.” But I can’t stop thinking about his parents and it’s not helping this particular situation. “I have an idea! To the bat cave!”
Chapter Twenty-Five
“Okay.” He gets up and blindly follows me even though he must have no idea what I mean. I take him back down the labyrinth of obstacles known as his house.
“Make sure you have your keys.”
“O...kay.” He sounds less sure this time. But he does get them out of his pockets.
“Just trust me. We won’t do anything illegal.” I reconsider. “It may be a gray area; I’m not completely up on the law down here.”
I open the door to the garage and take the keys from his hand. Unlocking the door to his truck, I climb into the back seat. Or, for honesty’s sake, should point out I valiantlytryto climb in, but alcohol and it’s high up, so after a few failed attempts I feel big hands on my butt pushing me. This is different than the gentlemanly arm at the waist, but better.
Definitely better. The heat pooling in my lower stomach agrees heartily.
“What now?” Beau asks as he climbs in behind me. The light in the truck fades after he closes the door behind him, leaving us in the dark.
“Ta-da! Bat cave hotel. How do you like it?” I show him the inside of his own truck.
“And you’ll have sex in this?”
“For sure.”
“Then I love it.” He reaches around my neck to pull me closer. Firmly away from his parents, I give in, moving closer and enthusiastically kissing him back for the first time since we got here.
I climb on top of him and hit my head on the ceiling. I break away from the kiss to curse and rub my head.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
