Wrenching away from me, he gasps, “You can be any way you want with me and I’ll be okay with it. You can be yourself with me.” He heaves out a breath, setting my ass on the edge of the pool table.
I take a deep breath before I look up at him. “Okay.”
“Okay?”
I nod. “I understand. But you might need to be patient with me. Guys don’t usually treat me like this.” My comment drops heavily between us.
His jaw goes tense, but I guess he’s not ready to ask me what I mean because he ghosts a kiss over my cheekbone. “Seven, someone’s going to come looking for us if we don’t go back in there soon.” He catches my mouth with his, nipping at my lips, as he slides his palms up my thighs.
“Maybe you should stop touching me then, because it makes me not want to stop what we’re doing.” I rub my hands over his chest and give him my signature smirk.
“Lyla, don’t make me turn you over and spank you.”
“Promises, promises.”
“That mouth of yours. Fuck.” He kisses me fiercely before slapping his hands on the table on either side of my ass. “And who the fuck wouldn’t offer a girl a slice of pizza? Answer me that one.”
A small laugh bubbles from my lips. “I don’t know.”
“Only selfish pricks. And, sweetheart, you’re going to find out, I’m anything but selfish.”
The heated look in his eyes has desire spiking through me all over again. “Pizza. Now. Before I do something stupid, like let you fuck me on the pool table.”
Beau’s brows raise. There’s a mixture of surprise and interest in his eyes.
But if he only knew where I come from… he wouldn’t question it at all.