Page 31 of Filthy Player
“Sure you don’t.”
She flashed me a look over her shoulder and winked. “Need and want are different things, Beaux Hale.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
PAIGE
“Woman,” he growled and charged at me. Beaux had flung a blanket and cooler over his shoulder when we started walking but as he charged me, the blanket flew off his shoulder and the cooler slapped his thigh.
I screamed and started running but I was no match for him. Three steps and I was flung up in the air and one of Beaux’s arms was behind my back, the other under my knees.
“Can’t tease me like that and not expect retribution.” He spun around and headed back to the blanket. “Grab the blanket.”
I tried to wiggle out of his hold but he gripped me tighter, lifting my legs high. I scrambled and grabbed his shoulder.
“Can’t grab the blanket while you’re tearing through my shirt.”
“I can’t get the blanket when you’re holding me.”
His eyes glimmered. “I lift weights more than three times heavier than you. Let go of my shoulder before you tear my tendons with your nails and get the blanket.”
He swung me like he was going to toss me and I lost my grip.
“Beaux!” I screamed as I tried to reach the ground but he lifted me higher in the air. I was dangling, upside down, my knees hooked only by his forearm. “Put me down!”
“Get the blanket before I drop you.”
He was laughing. The force of his laugh vibrated through my legs up to my center. And I stopped squealing and tried to look at him. He was so damn beautiful. Not a manly enough name for him but he wasn’t handsome, either.
He was a force of power and confidence all on his own.
I was swimming upside down, falling for this guy.
“You wouldn’t.”
His arm dropped and I screamed his name again. This time though, the blanket brushed against my fingertips and I clawed at it, gripping it in my fingers. Then I was up, his hand at my back and I was thrown over his shoulder, along with the blanket, covering me.
“Put me down.”
“No way.”
We were both laughing, his shoulders shaking from it. All the blood rushed to my face.
Awesome. I’d look like an eggplant when he put me on my feet.
“Put me down now or you’re not even getting a kiss from me, Beaux Hale, and I was planning on giving you a lot more than that.”
He pulled to a stop.
“What are you going to give me?”
All of me. I wisely, and barely, held the errant thought back. If I told Beaux I wanted him to do all the things to me he’d teased me about, I’d be naked and beneath him in five seconds flat. “You’ll just have to wait to find out.”
It was all the talk of sex. That’s what was making me act like some brazen little hussy, flirting and throwing myself at him.
But I was tired of holding back. I was tired of putting my life on hold, tired physically. I wanted to reach for something that was mine. I didn’t lie when I said I liked working at the garage. It was my second home and I wanted it to stay in business more than I wanted to be a reporter.
When I was with Beaux, I didn’t stress about anything. He gave me the freedom and escape from responsibilities while strengthening me for the next day at the same time.
