Page 10 of The Wildest One

He smiled. “I have a baseball hat.”

I shook my head, trying to make sense of this. “Boston tour, check. What else does this three-night excursion include?”

“I want you to stay with me. In my hotel room. The entire time.”

I turned my head, needing a break from his stare. And when I had the courage to say, “That’s all you want? Me to sleep in your bed,” I finally looked at him.

His chuckle was deep. “No.” He gripped the back of his head.

“Then, what?”

His gaze took a dive down my body again. “I want to fuck the Boston off you.”

THREE

Beck

“Iwant to fuck the Boston off you.”

Those words hung between Jolie and me like they were dangling on a fishing line. And while I waited for her to respond—to just say something—I could see the different stages of her thoughts.

The amusement from the idea that I wanted her to take me around Boston. The hint of desire at spending the next three nights in my bed. The shock that I’d so bluntly told her I wanted to fuck her.

I finished off my whiskey, and after I licked the wetness from my lips, I broke the silence with, “I told you, time is something I don’t have. Therefore, I don’t waste any when it comes to going after what I want. And right now, what I want is you.”

“Me …” She said the word as though she didn’t believe it.

That was where her unassuming style and softness came in, making her different from the short-haired blonde who had been eye-fucking me earlier, along with most of the other women I’d been with.

Jolie had absolutely no idea how beautiful she was.

But by the time I got on my flight to DC, she would know.

Because I had every intention of telling her.

“Yes.” I focused on her eyes, slowly gazing down toward her lips. “You.”

I couldn’t stop myself from touching her. If she didn’t want it, all she had to do was step away. But she didn’t do that when I put my empty glass down on a table and slipped my fingers around the back of her neck and tilted her face up. What she did instead was lean into me.

“We’re beyond single. We live on opposite sides of the country—you’re in school, and I travel for a living—so things start and end here.” I took another step closer, leaving very little room between us. “But while I’m here and when I’m not at practice, I want you to show me why you love this city. And at night, I want to spend the evenings inside you. Tasting you. Fucking devouring you.” I let her process that before I said, “The question is, do you want to spend this time with me?”

Her thoughts hadn’t calmed. I could still see them clear as day in her eyes. Eyes that were barely blinking as she looked at me.

“I …” Her lips stayed parted, her chest rising and falling so quickly.

“You what, Jolie?”

I swore a whole fucking minute passed before she answered, “I want that.”

“Then let’s get the hell out of here.”

She put her hand on my chest. “I just need to tell Ginger that I’m going. Give me a second.”

“I have to close out my tab. Meet me at the bar.”

My hand dropped from her neck, and I watched her go over to her friend, taking in the full view of that perfect fucking ass. While the two of them exchanged words, I went to the bar,catching the bartender’s attention to request my bill and signing the bottom of the receipt once he gave it to me.

Jolie was behind me when I turned around.