Page 69 of Nerdelicious
His head tilts on a grin, then he lands a quick kiss on my neck, inciting a shiver down my spine.
“You miss kissing me,” I deduce.
The smile turns mischievous. He nods.
“Same, Beast, same. But I gotta get back. And you only have a few more minutes to eat.”
I try for one last hurried graze of lips, but instead of a quick goodbye, it morphs into a full-blown make out. After a few minutes, I pry myself off him. Not because he’s holding on too tight, but because I don’t want to go.
The rest of the shift takes a million years. I could have watchedAvengers: Endgamethree times before the clock finally hits one and Eliza hollers for last call.
Time continues to move at a snail’s pace but then finally,finally, we’re walking out together.
He opens the passenger door, but before I can climb in, he’s leaning into my space, and his mouth covers mine. We kiss for long enough that I lose track of where I am until a wolf whistle pierces the air.
“Get it, girl!” Eliza yells.
The others are walking to their cars, laughing and clapping.
Beast doesn’t immediately release me. Instead, he gives me one last biting kiss before jogging around to the other side to get in.
“Well, that was embarrassing.”
Shameless, Beast shrugs and offers me a hint of a smile, but the smug satisfaction is clear even in the small movement.
“You enjoyed that, didn’t you?”
He nods.
“I didn’t take you for someone who would be into public displays of affection.”
His head tilts and points at me, then signs,Only you.
My breath catches. “We don’t have to go back to the ranch yet, right?’
He stares at me for a long second and then starts the truck. He tugs me into his side, waiting until I’ve buckled in with the middle belt before pulling out of the lot.
The heat of his palm sears my leg while he drives one-handed.
He parks us under the tree again, in what I now consider to be our spot.
There’s a heated pause as we both stare out the window at the tree. His hand clenches on my leg and I face him.
“Beast.”
He looks at me.
And then we’re kissing. His tongue strokes against mine, his hand clenching my leg. I trace my fingers up the corded muscles of his arm and tug at his shirt.
“Take this off.” The command is breathless and he immediately complies. I unbutton my blouse but then stop when his chest is exposed to the subtle lights of the dash, my gaze fixed on each curve and valley lined with heavy muscle.
Beast brushes aside my frozen fingers, unbuttoning my shirt for me while I continue to admire his masculine beauty, tracing him with my eyes and then my fingers, the heat of his skin swamping me with hunger.
I shrug out of my blouse. His gaze is a hot stroke as I unhook my bra and toss it somewhere on the floor.
His eyes spark with restrained passion. He signs,Show me.
“Show you what?”
