What are you doing, Camille? You're playing with fire and you know it!
After a brief internal struggle, I forced myself to stop touching him. I returned my hand to my own lap as if it'd never happened.
But the damage had been done.
The cab went silent—the only sound was the hum of tires on the road, the impatient honks of the traffic around us, and Piper's soft, rhythmic breathing.
But the moment had grown tense. The air was electric. Somethinghadto happen next—the moment called for it. I knew that. I knew what was coming.
And then it did.
Beau turned to look at me. Hesitantly, I turned my gaze up at him.
“Beau,” I said.
I'd meant it to sound like a warning, to ward him off, but instead … I only sounded breathy, weak, vulnerable. Like Iwantedhim.
Beau didn't say a word.
Instead, his giant hand cupped my face and steadied me.
“Beau,” I said, softer, as he leaned in.
All the anger I felt towards him, all the bitterness, all the teasing I'd endured … all of that had built up foryears,like a giant tidal wave that grew ever-larger and loomed ominously over the coast. And now,just now,I realized that I'd been standing and helplessly staring at it all along. Watching that wave grow just before it broke over my head and wrecked me.
Boom.
All those conflicting feelings crashed and surged over me as his lips met mine.
He's not so bad!I told myself as my lips parted, and I kissed Beau back. His fiery lips were soft and juicy, like slivers of a perfectly ripe peach.
A wave of self-loathing rolled over me.What the hell are you doing! Of course Beau is bad!
I pushed against him and tried to wiggle away—but that only made him want me more. His huge hand swiped at my side and pulled me right back beneath him.
Oh God.
I couldn't make up my mind.
The only thing I knew was that I'd never, ever been kissed like that before. It was hot,undeniablyhot, to share a forbidden kiss with a sworn enemy.
I kissed Beau back, my hand against his cheek as we kissed deeper.
I'm going against everything I believe in. I'm kissing a guy I hate. A guy who was way too cool to ever be seen with me in high school.
His tongue searched my lips. I whimpered, delighting in the grit of his stubble as it roughly scraped against my fingers. With a wildfire rising between my thighs, I met his tongue with my own.
And then Beau's titan-sized hand went between my legs, his fingers tracing the soft skin of my inner thigh.
Surprised, I pulled back and gasped.
“Shh.” He quieted me with another one of his perfect fucking kisses.
I kissed Beau back. I softly moaned into his mouth as hand slid higher up my bare thigh.
My legs parted, granting him access—and betraying me in the process.
No,I thought.We really shouldn't be doing this. At all. Ever.
