“No problem.”
I watched as he pulled Piper out of the car and slung her over his shoulder once more. The effect was the same: I bit my lip, wishing it was me thrown over his shoulder instead.
We entered Piper's building and started climbing the nine flights to her floor. I walked behind Beau. He was faster than me. Even with Piper on his shoulders he bounded up the stairs effortlessly, taking two steps at a time.
“Jeez, you're fit,” I muttered with awe.
Once we made it outside Piper's door, I fetched the keys from her purse and unlocked the door. Beau carried her in and gently set her down on the leather couch. I went into the kitchen and poured a glass of water for Piper in case she'd need it.
“You'll have to show me where the bedroom is,” Beau said.
Bad idea, Camille.
“O-okay,” I answered anyway.
I led Beau to Piper's bedroom—but he didn't bring Piper with him. He left her on the couch instead.
Uh oh.
I flicked on the light and stepped in. “Well, this is it. Piper's bedroom. So if you want to go get her and bring her in—”
“I don't.” Beau stepped into the bedroom and shut the door behind him.
“Beau—” I warned as I retreated. “No. We can't. Not in my friend's bedroom.”
“Can't what? I just wanna kiss you again. You got me so worked up in the cab. See?”
He gestured down, at his trousers.
My eyes flicked down.Oh. Oh wow.Beau was big and hard. A long and mouth-watering thickness ran half-way down his thigh.
“But … but Beau … we really, really shouldn't …”
I retreated until the back of my legs hit Piper's bed. I knew better than to do anything with him in here—a friend's bed was completely off-limits. It might as well be sacred ground.
Beau neared. And the second his massive hands touched my shoulder, I knew I couldn't trust myself.
“One kiss,” I gasped, knowing perfectly well I was lying to us both. “One kiss and that'sall.Then we're going to say goodnight.”
“Okay.”
Beau leaned down for his one kiss. With my hand planted on his firm chest, I stood on my tip-toes and kissed him back.
But what wasone kiss, really? Our lips locked, and we kissed each other just as ravenously as we had in the cab. His hand glided up and down my waist, stirring up a forbidden longing …
Fuck one kiss. I can't stop.
I melted right in his stupidly thick arms and in his trash-talking mouth. Slowly, I climbed into bed, and Beau prowled after me—his lips locked on mine every step of the way.
He wedged his big body between my legs. We traded tongues. I whimpered and mewled, hoping we wouldn't wake Piper, as Beau began to thrust his long bulge against my crotch.
Fuck, this is so wrong.
When he ran a hand over my breasts, my nipples were already eagerly straining for him.
“Oh,” he sighed with approval.
He swiped at the bust of my dress with his massive paw, and my bare breasts bounced out. His greedy hands groped my boobs. He jiggled them and tested their weight in his palm.
