Page 32 of Filthy Player
Beaux Hale, quarterback of a Super Bowl winning team, summertime RV partier…all around nice guy.
Who would have thought?
I tossed the blanket over my head and braced my hands on his lower back, pushing myself up. “Can I walk?”
“No. I sort of like having your ass right next to my face.” He turned his head, and playfully bit the back of my thigh.
“Ouch.”
“It didn’t hurt, but if it did, I’ll kiss it and make it better.”
I couldn’t suppress my shiver. My whole body lit up at the idea. His words, the image of me, legs spread, his mouth at my thighs…my ass…more pleasurable places. I moaned, unable to stop myself at the thought of his mess of blond hair between my legs.
“Jesus, Paige.” He stopped and set me down. “That turn you on? I felt your whole body shake.”
“Maybe.” My hands slid to his shirt, fingertips dug into his pecs. Good grief. This man. His eyes were narrowed on me, a few sprinkled lights in the background hiding the color of his blues I knew were piercing based on the heat rolling off him.
His whole body had tightened, chest moved erratically up and down as he breathed harshly.
“I didn’t bring you here to screw you on a blanket, but you’re making it awfully difficult not to think about it.”
I pressed my chest toward him, slid my hand up, up, and up toward his neck, pulling him down to me. “Can plans change?”
I had never been this bold. Get me around Beaux and I wasn’t lost in the size of his wallet or his contract, but everything that he was showing himself to be.
He studied me intensely, blinking slowly and then shaking his head. “Not yet. I have other plans for you.”
Disappointment swirled inside me, making me tremble with untended to desire but I inhaled a deep breath and moved toward where he laid the blanket on the grass.
In front of us was a pond, the sounds of nature echoing and shimmering across the water and all around us. Frogs croaked, cicadas purred, and crickets chirped all in a rhythm of their own but beautiful in the stillness.
I wasn’t a huge nature person, but as Beaux settled next to me on the blanket and unloaded the cooler, I could have stayed there forever.
Visions of camping and bonfires and cold beer slid into my mind. We’d be on lounge chairs in the middle of nowhere, nothing to do but talk and laugh, maybe a few stolen kisses.
“Here,” he said, jolting me out of the fantasy. He handed me a glass of white wine in a plastic cup and poured one for himself. “Can I tell you what I am inexperienced with?”
I barely suppressed choking on my wine. “Sure.”
“It’s not, sex, Paige.” He smiled, white teeth sparkling in the setting darkness.
“I didn’t say it was,” I said innocently.
“I can practically hear your dirty thoughts. But what I was going to say earlier was dating.”
“Dating?”
He had one leg stretched out straight, the other bent, knee high and Converse shoe planted on the blanket. His arm holding his wineglass dangled in his large hand, arm settled on his knee. Looking out at the water, he pushed back his hair. “Yeah. I gotta be honest here. I have no clue what in the hell I’m doing. I haven’t had a date in who knows how long.”
My grip tightened on my glass. He didn’t date. He did, most likely, go around screwing random women, but why wouldn’t he? He was in his twenties, single, and a multi-millionaire who drew notice wherever he went.
“I’m not sure why you’re telling me this,” I mumbled and took a hefty swallow of my drink.
“Because I want to be honest with you. And because I like you. I don’t want you sitting here thinking I’ve fucked every chick who walked up to me, but I don’t want you thinking I do this shit all the time, either.”
The urge to ask why me burned on my tongue, but I washed it away with more wine. “Well, wow. I mean, I’m not sure I’m up for this kind of pressure.” I nudged his shoulder with mine and stayed close. He was warm. Smelled fantastic. And his hard, muscled body felt like a boulder. “I mean, what if I turn you off dating forever?”
He laughed. It was low and rumbly and before I knew it, he’d set down his glass of wine, reached for me and yanked me onto his lap.
