Page 35 of Filthy Player
I wanted him too. Barely catching my breath, I was still panting, still running my hands along his arms to his back. “I might need a minute to recover.”
He pulled back, cocky grin reappearing. “That good huh? The best, maybe?”
It had been. I smiled, leaned up and pressed my lips to his. “I want to take care of you.”
“No way.” He shook his head and leaned off me, fixing my bra and my shirt as he spoke. “Can’t. I get busted for public indecency and I’m fucked, and not in the good way.” As if he just realized it, he looked up, scanned the area. “Thank God no one saw us doing that.”
A flicker of reality with him niggled at the edges of my mind and I pushed it back. Reality was for tomorrow or later tonight when I was alone and missing him—because I would miss him. Fantasy and now was all we had.
I pressed my hand to my chest. “I can’t calm my heart. It’s racing.”
“Like I said the other day, it’s because I’m the best.”
“And arrogant.”
“Funny and sweet.”
“Cocky.”
“Humble and kind.”
“Okay.” I shoved him off me, our grins as wide as could be. “Enough. I get it. You’re the best. Happy now?”
His smile fell. Gently, he brushed my hair off my face with his thumb, cupping my cheek. “I think I am.”
The power in his statement made me gulp down my fears. I was trying to keep this light. Open up and give him parts of me I usually kept tucked away.
He was making it so damn difficult to not hand over all my hidden places.
“I need my wine.”
Chuckling, he sat us up. Then he dumped out my wine and as he refilled the glass, I dug in my purse for my phone.
“Oh no.” I jumped up as I stared at the screen. Four missed calls. Two voicemails. I didn’t listen to them. “I have to go home now, Beaux. Now.”
“What is it?”
“My dad.”
My heart raced for a different reason. I pulled up Mike’s number and hit send, one hand tugging my hair. Damn it!
“What is it?” I said as soon as Mike said hello.
“Paige? Where are you? Jesus, Elsa and I have both been calling you.”
“I know. What is it?” I didn’t have time for this. “Beaux!” I snapped. “I need to go.”
He must have sensed the panic in my voice because he had everything loaded, blanket tossed over his arm.
“It’s dad,” Mike said. “He’ll be okay. Just know that he’s going to be fine, but Elsa found him outside tonight. He was wandering we guess.”
Crap crap crap! This wasn’t happening. Damn it. I should have been there.
“Elsa found him? I thought she was with him!” She’d told me she would watch him tonight. Where had she gone? “How bad?”
“He’s in the emergency room. I’m here, waiting, and I haven’t seen him. Elsa said he was bleeding pretty bad. A few cuts. I don’t know much else, she was pretty upset.”
“Shit!” I cursed and started running. Beaux was hot on my heels, the thumping of his feet keeping pace with me. “I’ll be there as soon as I can. Which hospital?”
