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I spun us around and said, “Amazing what a haircut and a monkey suit can do.”
She giggled, still touching the back of my neck—where there apparently was a direct line straight to my cock. Oh, my poor, neglected dick. “You look okay in your jersey too, I guess,” she said, a teasing smile on her face.
“No, G, you look unbelievable in my jersey. I nearly came in my jeans when I saw you walk out onto the ice in it,” I told her the truth and saw a faint blush appear on her cheeks.
“Shh, what if someone can hear you?” she said, looking around the room suddenly self-conscious.
“At this point, I don’t care if the whole world hears me. I want you, Geneviève,” I said, leaning down to kiss her lips. “I need you.”
She gasped slightly and pulled back, “Beau, I—we—this probably isn’t the best idea.”
My stomach felt like someone had punched it. “What do you mean?”
“I mean—if we, you know. And then we’ve got to live together for the next while—then what?” Her face had the weirdest expression on it, and I could not for the life of me understand what she was getting at.
“Then we get to have even more fun?”
Gigi bit the side of her lip. “And when you go out with the guys and have even more fun than that?”
“Ahh, my Geneviève is jealous?” I said, meaning to tease her, only it didn’t have that effect.
“Yes, Beau, I’m not built like—that. I can’t share—I can’t share you, Beau,” she said, her eyes filled with sadness.
“Who is asking you to?”
“I’m not the type to sit at home, wondering where or who you’re with.” Her gaze sunk to the floor. “Actually, I am exactly that type, because that’s what I’ve been doing.” She looked up at me. “It hurts enough now, and we haven’t even really been together.”
“You think I’ve been out screwing other women when I go out?”
Her head nodded slightly, and it broke my damn heart. My fingers cupped her face. She needed to understand me. “I haven’t slept with anyone since I met you, G. Nobody. And yeah, I go out. You know why?” I asked, my voice sounding raspy.
“Beau, I—”
“To get away from you,” I said, and her eyes found mine, her face frowning. “Yeah, because being around you, smelling you, hearing you sing to your music as you cook or study, and seeing you with those two goofy dogs makes me want to kiss you—and do other things to you.”
Her frown fell, being replaced by what I thought was probably shock. “Remember our phone call that night, after the first show? I came back. I came back to tell you exactly how I felt. Then I heard you on the phone with your mom. I heard exactly what you thought of me and it fucking hurt. Mostly because it was true—but also because it was not true with you.”
“Beau, I’m so sorry, I didn’t know you could hear me. She was making assumptions from seeing the show and I had to correct her,” she said, her eyes filling with tears. “I was protecting my heart, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“Nothing to protect it from, Geneviève. Because I want it. I’ve wanted it for weeks now,” I said, touching our foreheads together. “Will you give it to me?”
“You already have it,” she whispered, and that was a huge fucking relief. I took her lips, kissing her like I’ve never kissed anyone before. Tentative at first, making sure she was okay with it, then I kissed her hard, like my life depended on it.
“If we don’t get off this dance floor right now, I can’t be responsible for my actions,” I whispered against her lips.
“Okay.”
“I may have booked a room upstairs in the off chance—”
“Good thinking.” She smiled so sweetly, making me kiss her again.
“Or we can go home and risk more cockblocking?”
Her gaze jumped around my face before she answered, “I kind of love your bed.”
I chuckled, giving her another kiss. “Your wish is my command.”
If I saidwe ran out of there, I wouldn’t be lying.
