“Oh no,” she said. “Beau, stop. Porch light.”
Beau’s head snapped up.
“It’s time for Dolly to walk her dog,” Alice said.
Sure enough, Dolly came through her front door with Bidi-Bidi-Bom-Bom on a leash.
Beau sighed heavily, then he grinned and said, “I was going to try to slide into second base, but I didn’t even come close. What do you say we take this ball game inside?”
“Junior high was a long time ago. Do you want to remind me what second base means?”
“Boobs,” Beau said with a wink.
“Oh. We might need to amend our contract then.”
“Can we, Allie?”
Alice swallowed loudly. “Can we what?”
“Can we amend the contract? Because I want to make love to you so badly that I can hardly stand it.”
Holy guacamole. No more innuendo. He’d just come out with it. Which was great, because yay for communication, but nobody had ever told her that they wanted to make love to her before. She was both excited and outlandishly anxious.
She bit her lip. This was it. A new experience to cross off of her bucket list.
“Yes,” she said.
“Oh, thank God,” Beau said. “You had me worried for a minute there. It was like New Year’s Eve all over again. I promise you won’t regret this, Allie.”
Beau followed Alice through the front door of her little house. He cleared his throat, squared his shoulders, and prepared to toss out a grin and wink if Alice turned back around. No need to scare Miss Happily Self-Partnered with a big set of puppy-love eyes.
“Would you like something to drink?”
He could see her pulse pounding at the base of her throat. Her pupils were dilated, and she was biting her lip. Damn, he loved the effect he had on her. Was it purely physical, though?
“No, thanks, I’m not thirsty.” He gave her what he hoped was a sexy once-over with his eyes. “Just hungry.”
Alice glanced at the kitchen as if she might offer to make him a sandwich. God, she was so literal. It was cute, but more importantly, it gave him license to spell it out. “Hungry for you,” he clarified. “I’ve only had a tiny taste during that brief stop on first base.”
Alice’s cheeks turned bright pink, and she lowered her eyes with a bashful grin. “Oh, right. Well, I think we need to amend the contract first . . .”
He couldn’t help it. He busted out laughing. “Allie, you do whatever you need to do.”
He’d waited years for this moment, so what were a few more minutes?
“I guess we can just have a verbal agreement,” Alice said. “For now.”
“I verbally agree to have sex with you.”
“And I agree to . . .” Alice swallowed. “Have sex with you.”
They shook on it and he pulled her in for a kiss, but she put her hand on his chest. “Wait—”
Was she changing her mind? He readied himself for it.
“I just need to go freshen up. And change.”
“You don’t need to change.”
“Aren’t men visually stimulated? Because I have something to wear that might be more, you know, sexy.”
Beau couldn’t imagine Alice being sexier than she already was. He’d been drooling over those tight jeans all night. “You don’t need to change on my account, Allie.”
Not a single goddamn thing.
“Oh, okay. If you say so,” Alice said with a pout.
All kinds of images began rolling through his horny brain. Lacy things. Sheer things. Well hell, if the woman wanted to put on something sexy, he was definitely not the man to stop her. “I’d probably enjoy it though,” he said quickly. “If you have something you’d like to show off.”
He doubted Alice had anything too kinky or sexy in mind. Cathy’s Closet sold some lingerie. He’d seen it in the window. It was pretty tame, and Alice probably had something along those lines. And that was fine. If she wanted to slip into a flour sack, it would do it for him. The idea that she wanted to turn him on was what, well, turned him on.
Alice smiled shyly. “It was free. It came with something else I ordered.”
Beau’s head spun. What had Alice ordered that came with free lingerie? And how often did she order such things?
“And it’s kind of practical,” she added.
“Practical?” Maybe it was a flour sack after all.
“Yes. Earlier you referred to performing cunnilingus.”
Alice had literally switched to Latin. And that really shouldn’t surprise him. “Cun-a-what?”
Alice’s cheeks, neck, and chest broke out in bright red splotches. “Cunnilingus means oral sex when performed on female genitalia. And if that’s not what you meant when you said you wanted to eat me, then I’m seriously hoping to evaporate into thin air right now.”
Beau cleared his throat and failed to produce words. Apparently, when all of your blood was currently holed up in your dick, your vocal cords didn’t work.
Alice stared at her feet. “Dang it. I haven’t evaporated, have I?”
She was embarrassed. And that wouldn’t do. “That’s exactly what I meant by eating,” he said. “I mean, I was flirting and dirty-talking, but I meant every word. I’m just not used to Latin, that’s all. And there’s no need to evaporate. We’re on the same page.”
The corner of Alice’s mouth curled up. “Good. Communication is important during sex.”
We are going to have sex. And Alice is going to talk through all of it.
“The sooner you put on your sexy outfit, the sooner I can get you out of it.”
“Aren’t you skipping some bases?”
“Oh, darlin’, don’t you worry. I don’t skip any bases. I take my time at each and every one.”
Alice raised her eyebrows. “Oh really?”
“Yeah. Really.”
“Well, just so you know,” Alice said. “In regard to cunnilingus . . .”
He swallowed loudly. “Yes?”
“I fully intend to reciprocate. But I might need some instruction in how to perform pleasurable fellatio.”
That word he knew. And it was a good thing the couch was behind him, because his poor knees finally gave
