Cassidy laughed. “I’ll behave . . . for now.”
God, he liked this woman. She gave as good as she got and never backed down.
For the next two hours, they drank champagne and ate some of the most incredible French food he’d ever tasted—though both of them were careful not to eat too much.
They skipped dessert, which Antoine pouted about, but Beau had been aroused for most of the evening and enough was enough.
He drove Cassidy back to the house, wishing he could just pull over somewhere and satisfy the hunger they both were feeling; would have if the weather had been warmer.
As it was, he drove into the garage and closed the door, rounded the car to help Cassidy out. Her skirt slid up just to torture him. He set a hand at her waist and urged her toward the house just as her phone began to ring.
She cast him a glance. Both of them knew it might be important. Cassidy dug her cell out of her little black purse and pressed it against her ear, started nodding and talking.
“Okay, yes . . . that would be great, Jase.”
Jase. The big, overprotective cowboy who worked in her office. Irritation rolled through him.
“I’ll be in tomorrow,” Cassidy said. “We can talk about it then.” She laughed at something Jase said, and Beau’s irritation grew. “Okay, fine, I’ll buy lunch. See you tomorrow.”
Lunch?No way.
Cassidy ended the call, stuck the phone back in her purse, and looked up at him. “I left a message on Jase’s phone before we left. He’s going to make a few calls, see what he can find out about Vaughn that might be useful.”
“And then the two of you are going to lunch,” Beau said darkly.
“I told him if he found something, I’d buy him lunch. It’s no big deal.”
“Is that so?” He barely recognized the emotion sliding through him as jealousy, but it made him angry and hot all at once. Cassidy squeaked as he dragged her into his arms and slanted his mouth over hers. She could go to lunch with Maddox, but she’d be thinking about a different man while she was there. Beau intended to make sure of it.
He deepened the kiss, wanting more of her, all he could get. He thought she might pull away, but her arms went around his neck and she pressed herself more fully against him. He could feel her soft breasts against his chest, moved his thigh between her legs, lifted a little and heard her moan. His tongue slid into her mouth, tangled with hers, and heat rolled through him. He was rock hard and aching,wanting her and determined to make sure she wasn’t thinking of anyone but him.
The kiss went on and on, both of them making little erotic noises and gasping for breath. His hands found their way inside the bodice of her dress to cup her breasts, massage and caress them. Her nipples were as hard as he was, and he knew she was ready, wanting this as much as he did.
He nipped the side of her neck as he turned her around, a hand drifting between her legs. “Brace your palms on the hood of the car,” he said softly.
“What?”
“Do it,” he commanded.
Cassidy made a sexy little sound in her throat, bent over and flattened her hands on the still-warm Lamborghini. When he flipped up her little black skirt, the vision of hot, half-naked female against an equally hot car made one of the sexiest pictures he’d ever seen.
Moving behind her, he lifted her silky dark hair and pressed his mouth against the nape of her neck, gently kissed a bruise he found there. Sliding the straps of her dress off her shoulders, he kissed each little scrape and scratch he found on her back.
Cassidy whimpered.
Beau ran his hands over the firm little globes of her bottom and nudged her legs apart. He could feel her trembling.
“You want this?” he asked.
“Yes, Beau . . . please . . .”
She whimpered as he entered her, seated himself and began to move. Cassidy arched her back to take him deeper and he nearly lost it, took a deep breath and fought for control. Gripping her hips, he drove into her, determined to make it good for both of them, make it a ride she wouldn’t forget.
She cried out as she started to come but Beau didn’t stop, not until she came again. Clenching his jaw, he finallyallowed his own release, a hot tide that swept through every muscle and bone in his body.
When they finally drifted back to earth, he eased her dress back into place, turned her into his arms, and just held her. She felt so good, fit him so perfectly. Such a beautiful woman—hisbeautiful woman.
Beau shook himself. What the hell was he thinking? Cassidy wasn’t his woman. No way was he letting himself go where that thought led. He pressed a last soft kiss on her forehead. “You okay?”
