I had no interest in going in there, but if Beau wanted to, I would. “Do you wanna look around in there?” I asked him.
He shook his head. “Not really.”
“Okay. Hey, Judes, we’re gonna wait for you out here,” I called to her. She waved a hand and disappeared inside the shop.
“Come on,” I said, tugging Beau’s hand. I spied an open bench across the boardwalk and grinned at him. “It’s prime people watching time.”
“Oh—okay,” he said, letting me guide him to the bench.
What I really wanted to do was straddle him and do a slow grind, but I sat next to him instead and pressed myself as close as I could, pulling our joined hands over my thigh. He wasflushed—from the heat or my proximity, maybe both—and looking around at all the people moving up and down the boardwalk.
“Okay…” I mused, looking for a victim. “How ‘bout that guy? In the blue and gray swim trunks and pink sandals. Love that.”
I watched Beau search for the guy as he bit his lip. When he found him, he glanced up at me. “What…what am I supposed to do?”
Lord, my heart. “Just make up his backstory. Like…when he was a kid, his parents were killed by a Russian mob boss and he spent his entire life training to be an elite assassin so he could get revenge.”
A startled laugh broke free from Beau. “That’s really intense,” he said with a huge smile that made my heart skip.
“Yeah, and when the day came for him to finally kill the man, he was sitting on a rooftop across from the restaurant the man was dining at on the outdoor patio. Just as he had the man’s head in his crosshairs, the Russian mob boss had a heart attack before he could pull the trigger. Died with a mouth full of steak.”
Beau choked on a laugh. “Oh my god.”
“Yep. His whole life culminated to a single moment of supreme disappointment. Now he spends his time wandering the beaches of Delaware, searching for new meaning. And wearing pink sandals.”
Beau’s smile grew wider as he stared at me, dimples on display. “Maybe you should’ve been a writer.”
“Nah. That’s too much work. I’d rather laze away at the bar, skating by, doing the bare minimum.”
Beau scoffed. “Don’t minimize what you do. You work really hard, Lea.”
Did he have to be so sweet and sincere all the time? It really messed with me.
“Okay, I’ll go,” he said, eager gaze sifting through all the people. I saw the moment he found his target, a mischievous light shining in his eyes as he leaned toward me and whispered, “The woman near the bathrooms. She’s searching for her long-lost lover. They met on a cruise ten years ago, but their ship hit an iceberg and sank. There weren’t enough lifeboats, but she managed to survive by clinging to a big wooden door until help arrived. She never knew if her lover survived and has been looking for him ever since.”
I laughed loudly. “That’s literally the plot ofTitanic.Minus Leo dying, thank you for that revision.”
Beau shrugged. “Sorry. I’m not as creative as you.”
“Do you like that movie, Beau? Are you a hopeless romantic?” He blushed and turned his face away. I gently turned him back toward me and said, “Don’t get shy now, babe. You know I think everything about you is attractive.”
There was a bewitching hopefulness in his eyes as he stared back at me. “Do you really?”
I leaned closer until my lips brushed his ear. “Oh yeah. Especially when you fill me up with that big cock of yours.” I traced my tongue along the shell of his ear, making him shiver against me. “I can’t stop thinking about how good you made me feel last night.”
Beau’s hands clutched at the front of my shirt, his breathing growing heavier. “Y-yeah?”
I sucked the lobe of his ear into my mouth and scraped it lightly with my teeth. His sharp intake of breath sent heat pooling to my groin. “I want you to fuck me again, Beau. I want to be underneath you as you pound into me again—” I bit his earlobe. “—and again—” I kissed his cheek. “—and again.” I pressed my lips to his and tilted his face just how I wanted it. God, I couldn’t get enough of him. His softness, his sighs, his sweet soul. I eased away and murmured, “Can you give me what I want, baby?”
Beau’s eyes were half-lidded, his cheeks fire-engine red. I brushed my thumb along his bottom lip.
“Yeah,” he breathed. “I want that too.”
“Good.” I stroked my fingers along the fuzz above his ear and he closed his eyes, leaning into the touch.
He still had fistfuls of my shirt in his hands, and fuck, I wished we were back home so we could finish what we started. One glance told me Beau was just as hard as I was, and unless we wanted to traumatize anyone who looked our way, we needed to cool down a bit.
“Damn it,” I cursed. “Let’s put this on pause and…think about gross things,” I said, reluctantly leaning away from him. “Like people who don’t use turn signals. Ugh. Monsters.”