Judy mumbled and grumbled as she teed up on the final hole, continuing her quiet ranting as she slapped at the ball with an angry stroke that sent it flying into the air and right on top of one of the decorations in the middle of the course.
I did a slow clap for her as she combusted. And Beau, likethe angel he was, walked up to her and held out his ball. “Here, you can do my last one if you want.”
Judy melted in the face of such sweet generosity, the daggers in her eyes turning into hearts as she smiled at Beau. “You are too sweet, hon. You’re going to be such an amazing addition to this family. Just wait until Liam meets you.”
Beau glanced back at me shyly, a pretty blush staining his cheeks. That boy’s fire was melting my insides and scrambling them up, doing maximum damage.
I smiled at him, hoping to see his blush darken. It did, but it also earned me a small smile of my own on those perfect, plush pink lips.
Every part of me burned for him; I reached out and dragged him into me, swooping low for a soft kiss. A hum of intoxicating energy thrummed beneath my skin, and I felt soaliveright now. So perfectly in this moment, so invested in him and every moment I could possibly scrounge together with him. I wanted them all.
This overwhelming urge to hold him, to consume him, speared through me. I wanted to teleport back to our room and slowly peel every article of clothing off his body.
But he pulled back, casting a bashful look my way. When he licked his lips, like he was tasting me on them, I slid my hand into his. Leaned toward him and murmured, “How do I taste?”
My heart practically exploded when he squeezed my hand, rubbed his thumb back and forth over my skin, and whispered, “You taste like spun sugar. You taste as pretty as you are, Lea.”
I immediately looked around to make sure no one else had heard those words because they were all mine and I’d rip the ears off any unfortunate souls near enough to hear them.
Mostly I was making sure there wasn’t anyone looking at me or the enormous boner I was now sporting.
I tugged Beau into me, positioning him slightly sideways so my hard cock was pressing against his hip.
“Lea,” he rasped. His warning turned into a moan when I captured his lips with mine.
I drew away, smacked a kiss onto his cheek, and said, “Beau, darling, you saying things like that to me when we’re in public is akin to torture. Just so you know. Also, I’m not complaining right now. Also also, if we skipped the beach, ditched Judy, and returned to the apartment way sooner than planned, I still wouldn’t complain. But if you wanted to stay longer, I’d do that too because I want you to have fun since this is your first time mini golfing.” I ran my fingers through the longer hair on the top of his head. “Sorry it was with Judy. I had no idea she was such a bad sport.” I ran my finger down the bridge of his nose. “So what I’m trying to say is watching you lick your lips like that really turned me on. And then you basically obliterated me with your sweet, sweet dirty talk and I really want more of it. No, I need more. It’s a need.”
I couldn’t shut up and I couldn’t stop staring at him or thinking about him or wanting to be near him in any way I was able. My face also felt like it was burning, but I couldn’t tell if it was from the sun or how Beau was making me feel.
Maybe both?
Beau’s laugh was a puff of air as he regarded me with the most beautiful warmth in those big brown eyes. “What—” He cut off on a chuckle, shook his head, and brought our joined hands to his lips.
He kissed the back of my hand like a knight of yore. God, I’d never wanted to give my heart to someone so badly. Ever.
He peered up at me through his lashes, a mischievous smirk on his lips, blushed, and said, “I wasn’t trying to—to talk…dirty. Did you really like it?”
“Oh yes. Keep not trying, you’re doing perfect, love. You’re a natural.”
The uncertainty in his eyes lanced me through the chest. Icupped his right cheek in my palm, kissed his left cheek, and told him, “I mean it. It’s a huge turn-on.”
The smile I got in return was devastating.
“Well, it’s official. I need to bone up on my mini golf.” Judy walked up to us with a defeated pout, marking something down on the little score card “Congrats, Beau. You’re the winner of today’s game.”
Beau was smiling again, and I wanted to keep him smiling forever.
I kissed his head. “Congrats, gorgeous.”
“That was just a warm-up,” Judy warned. “Next time, I won’t go so easy on you guys.”
“Sure, Judes,” I said.
After we’d returned the putters, I grabbed Beau’s hand. “Come on.”
We made our way down the rickety wooden stairs—it was a rooftop mini golf course, which seemed totally safe—to the boardwalk, Beau’s fingers laced through mine as Judy got distracted by every shop we passed.
“Oooh, Lea, they have hand-kniteverythingin here!” Judy gasped, stopping in front of a clothing store.