Page 72 of Nerdelicious
An hour later, I’ve parked the old beach cruiser on the side of Jude’s house. I cleaned it up and helped Granny put on new tires the other week. I’ll get it back in the morning before anyone can miss it. Grace doesn’t know it exists yet, so no risk of anger from the teen queen.
I knock at the front door and a few moments later, it swings open.
“Hi.”
He’s staring, motionless. My heart beats faster. The lack of expression kickstarts my urge to ramble.
“Sorry to barge in on you like this. It’s just I wanted to see—”
In one quick slice of movement, his hands cup my face and his lips are against mine.
I manage to squeak out words between kisses. “Oh, good.” His mouth presses against the corner of my jaw. “I was worried you would think me,” he nips at my ear, eliciting a gasp that doesn’t stop the flow of words, “weird, desperate,” a lick at my neck, “wanton. But I needed to see you.”
He shuts the door and locks it, his eyes on me. He slides his arms down to my waist. His big, strong hands hoist me up against him like I weigh less than Mr. Bojangles. My legs lock around his waist and he presses me back against the wall. His mouth is on me, melting me from the inside out. I’m about to turn into a puddle of Fred when he pulls away and turns his head to look down at the floor.
Mr. Bojangles is weaving around Beast’s legs, purring up a storm.
I stifle a laugh. “Bad kitty.”
Beast kisses my smile and then steps away from the wall, walking down the hallway toward his room without ever putting me down. Mr. Bojangles prances after us, but Beast slips into his room and shuts him out.
Next thing I know, a soft mattress is under my back, and Beast is towering over me, holding himself up so he doesn’t crush me, eyes heavy lidded.
I’m ready to start peeling off clothes and riding this stallion. I push my hips up against his, needier than Mr. Bojangles, rubbing myself against his hard length.
He pulls away, far enough to take my face in his hands, eyes searching mine. Then he traces over my features, gazing at me with clear devotion. It’s everything. He’s loving me with his eyes in a way Jack never did. Like I’m a treasure. A prize. Like I’m theFireflyLegacy Edition, signed by Joss Whedon.
This kind of care requires no words. And it’s more effective than anything anyone could ever say with mere words.
“Beast,” his name is a whisper of need on my lips, “I want you.”
He points at himself, then me.Me, too.
I press into him, sliding my tongue into his mouth, absorbing the sensations, memorizing everything to lock it away for safekeeping.
He pulls back to sign,Scared.
“Of what?”
His smile is small but definitely uneasy.Too fast.
“We’re moving too fast?” I ask, but he immediately shakes his head no. “Oh, you’re worried you’ll be too fast.”
Already was.Ducks his head to kiss me, hiding the embarrassment.
“It’s okay. We have all night and actually, I think it’s pretty hot.” I swallow, “Knowing that I can make you feel that much. That turned on. Because I am right there with you. You’re not alone.”
He signs again and my brain is a fuzzy haze of need and want and desire and I have to focus to figure out what he’s trying to tell me.I want to taste you.
“You want to taste me?” My stomach flips.
He nods.
“I may have just came from you asking.”
He grins.Now?he spells out.
“Um, yes.”
