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He pushed back on the bed and stood. He pulled his shirt back on. “Let’s go eat.”
Her eyes widened. “Really? Just like that? After what just happened?” Her gaze dropped to his fly. Where he was clearly still hard. “And whatdidn’thappen?”
“You’re not satisfied?”
Again she flushed. Why? Lord, after what they’d just done—which was almost nothing compared to things they’d done and said in the past—why was she blushing? But was she satisfied? Hell yeah. She felt very good. “Well, yeah.”
“Then get your sweet ass off the bed and let’s go have some dinner.”
“So, what does this mean?”
He took a deep breath. “Can we…talk about that later?”
Uh, she didn’t like the sound of that. Why did that feel like “hot fudge sundaes aren’t good for you every day, Becca”.
“Yeah, okay.” She pulled her panties and jeans back on, then slid off the bed. She ran her hands through her hair. The looked up at him. “But I’m not waiting ten years to talk about it.”
He slapped her on the ass and gave her a little grin. “Deal.”
* * *
Thirty minutes later,they were half-way through their meal of roasted chicken, potatoes, vegetables, and some of the best dinner rolls he’d ever had. Which hedidnot intend to tell his mother. Ever.
At the Hebert bed and breakfast you gathered around the big dining room table with all the other guests and shared breakfast every morning. Dinner was only served on Friday and Saturday nights.
At Maggie’s bed and breakfast, she offered breakfast and dinner every night, and her dining room was big enough that there were multiple tables and chairs.
Which meant that Beau and Becca were at their own table near the window. It was cozy, and yes, romantic.
“So I read that the festival is still going on tonight. They have a few activities and then a dance.”
“You want to go up to the festival tonight?” Beau asked.
She shook her head. “Not necessarily. But it’s something to do. I was just laying out options.”
Beau shifted closer, leaning in and pinning her with a direct gaze. “No, you’re asking me what’s going to happen if we go back upstairs.”
He knew her. It was going to be very hard for her to hide any thought or feeling from him at this point. And vice versa. The dam had broken. The wall he’d erected between them had crumbled. Any distance he’d successfully put between them was gone. He hadn’t intended for any of that to happen—okay, that wasn’t entirely true…he’d known if he and Becca were alone in a room with a bed, all of what had happened was possible. Very possible. But he hadn’t gone upstairs with her,intendingfor that to happen.
He couldn't quite bring himself to regret it, though.
He’d been holding himself back, barely, ever since she’d moved back to Autre.
He’d known it was only a matter of time before he lost control.
But it did complicate things.
They weren’t going to rush. They weren’t going to get married or even move in together. He still felt like she needed more time to actually live and work in Autre to be sure it was where she wanted to stay.
He believed she had feelings for him. Their chemistry was incredible. He knew he would never feel this way about anyone else. But he needed to be sure about her. He didn’t want to simply be her only option.
She had tochooseto be in Autre and with him. Not just fall into it. Or get stuck.
“Yeah, I’m wondering what will happen. We’ve stepped over this line now.”
“Yeah.” They sure had. Not all the way, but it was enough. He was addicted all over again.
“Friends with benefits,” he said. “That’s probably the best thing.”
