Her eyes narrowed behind her new eyeglasses. “Now I know you got jokes, Beau Prescott. There is no way you’re giving me more than two thoughts when I’m not keeping you from beating up kids half your size.”
He shook his head, and took a step closer to her. “Why are you finding it so hard to believe someone like me might like someone like you?”
Now her face went from laughing to flustered. “Because I’m not blond or rich. Because I don’t look like any of the popular girls at Forest Brook.”
“No, you don’t,” he agreed, taking yet another step closer to her. “But you’re smart and loyal to a fault. You stand your ground, and you don’t back down.”
He took off her glasses, so he could fully see her nut-brown face without anything in the way. And his next words were completely true: “And I don’t care if you’re not blond, you’re so goddamn pretty, I always have a hard time not staring when you walk by.”
She blinked. “Really?”
He shook his head at her, “You got Fairgood and me mooning after you and you don’t even know it.”
She shook her head. “No, I don’t think so. Colin and me are just friends.”
“If Fairgood and you are just friends, that’s because you haven’t given him the green light,” he said with a lazy smirk. “Everybody at Forest Brook knows he’s got a thing for you.”
“No,” she said with another shake of her head. “If he liked me, why was he under the stairs kissing your girlfriend last week?”
“My ex-girlfriend,” he corrected. “And being a fellow guy, I’m guessing he was trying to make you jealous, but it backfired, ‘cause all that happened is you ended up defending him against me and getting your glasses broke.”
She laughed, but continued shaking her head, “No, you’re wrong.”
“I’m not wrong,” he said. And he stepped closer.
The smile faded from her face. “You are.”
“No, I’m not,” he said.
“Yes, you are—”
He cut her off with a kiss, and she let out a little whimper of surprise before wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him back.
The plan had been one make-out session with Josie, one make-out session only. He’d known he’d like the making out part, just not how much.
What started off soft soon blazed into something red hot. He pushed his tongue inside her mouth and explored it with rough passion, but soon even that wasn’t enough. Making sounds he’d never made with Mindy deep in his throat, he pushed her into the nearest shed wall, his large body blanketing hers.
“Why the hell do you taste so good?” he asked against her mouth, like cinnamon and something else he couldn’t name. It made him want to taste other parts of her body, just to see.
And just like that, what he’d originally intended as nothing more than a make-out session raged out of control.
He unbuckled her jeans and bent down.
“Beau? What are you doing?” she asked and then gasped when he buried his head between her legs, kissing her there with just as much passion as he’d kissed her lips.
“Oh my God,” she gasped out. “What’s happening? What’s happening?”
Then her pelvis went rigid against his face and she came with a sweet cry.
Any thought he might have had about not fucking her went right out the shed window when she arched her pussy into his mouth, overcome with the climax. He stood. She looked so beautiful with her jeans and panties pooled around her ankles, in only a long-sleeved, boat-neck t-shirt covering her top half. Her womanhood glistened with her climax and called to him like no other girl’s ever had.
Their eyes locked for what felt to him to be a centuries-long moment, during which either of them could have turned back. But then she surprised him, by reaching out to him as tentatively as she had reached out to take his gift just a few minutes ago.
She stroked his face and looked into his eyes with what seemed like sincere wonderment. “Is this really happening?” she asked. “Or are you messing with me? Tell me the truth, Beau Prescott.”
Now he shook his head. What had started out as a trick on his part had morphed into something else, something he’d been trying to resist but couldn’t deny himself any longer. And he spoke the truth when he said, “No, Josie, no. I want to be with you. I never wanted to be with another girl the way I want to be with you.”
Her eyes softened and she stepped all the way out of her jeans and panties before tugging his head down, this time bringing his mouth to meet hers.
His heart just about exploded. Could it be Josie felt the same way he did? That they’d both been trying to fight their feelings for one another all this time? He kissed her with all the eagerness of the schoolboy he was and the passion of the man she made him want to be. A man worthy of Josie Witherspoon.
But then the time for introspection came to an end. He pulled a condom out of his wallet and put it on, stopping only to kiss her pretty lips every few seconds or so until it was finally on. He pushed into her, but then froze when she gasped out in pain and he could feel that he’d hit an unexpected barrier.
“You’re a virgin…” he said, his face paling above hers. “I didn’t even think about it or else I would have gone slower. I would have…”
She covered his mouth with her hand. “Beau, I’m okay. I’m glad it’s gone, and I’m glad it’s you, okay?”
Those words sent him over the edge. He wrapped her leg around his waist, loving the way her soft thigh felt against his hard body. Then he was moving inside of her with tentative strokes that got bolder as a sweet fire began to build in both of them.
The very last fragments of his original plan disappeared without a trace and were soon replaced with the intent to make her his. He didn’t care what his father said or the rest of town. He was Beau Prescott, and he’d make Josie Witherspoon his girl no matter what it took.
“Beau, Beau,” she said, so goddamn pretty against his shoulder as her breath hitched faster and faster. She was almost there.
And so was he. But he wouldn’t let himself come first, he swore. He’d think about football, Mike’s grandma in a bikini, the yard tools in the shed, anything if it meant giving her as much pleasure as possible.
“Oh, Beau!” she whispered with awe. “I’m…”
Her whole body arched into his again, and he couldn’t hold on anymore. “Oh hell, Josie.” He released into the condom with a groan.