Nonstop (Open Skies #3) - Becca Jameson Page 0,14

to her spot, still staring at Bracken. “Oh, yes. Thank you.” She handed them to Shayla.

As soon as Shalya turned her back, Bracken cupped Bex’s face and kissed her briefly. “You look amazing.”

“Thank you.”

“Ready?”

She grabbed her small black purse and nodded. “Yep.” Hopefully, she wouldn’t trip and fall in her heels. She didn’t wear heels too often, and he seemed to scramble her brain enough to make her forget she was supposed to be walking.

Luckily, he held her elbow as they headed for his car, and then, as usual, he helped her into the seat before shutting the door and rounding the hood.

She took a deep breath. Her last conversation with Shayla wouldn’t leave her mind. Now she was flustered worrying about everyone knowing about her lack of a sex life.

When Bracken entered the car, she was biting her lower lip again. He frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

He narrowed his gaze and reached for her hand. “I’m getting better at reading you. Talk to me.”

“Shayla thought I should bring a bag to your house,” she blurted out before she could stop herself.

Bracken let his gaze roam her face. “Did you want to bring a bag to my house?”

Bex shook her head.

“Then why does it matter what Shayla thinks?”

Bex sighed. “It made me think.”

He waited and then cupped her face. “About what?”

“Well, women talk. When we get together, my friends talk about their sex lives. Do men do that too?”

He held her gaze, his brows narrowed. Finally, he seemed to catch on. “Are you asking me if the guys know anything about our sex life?”

“Well…yeah.”

He shook his head. “Nope. None of their business. First of all, I’m not much into sharing about the women I date. And second of all, I would never break that confidence with you. The guys have no idea what our sex life entails.”

“Okay.” She blew out a breath. That calmed her. At least she didn’t have to face the third degree from her friends.

“When you say your friends discuss their sex lives, I assume you mean that you never contribute to that discussion?”

“Right. I mostly just let them think I do the same kinds of things. It’s just…easier.”

“I get it. Rebekah, you never need to worry about me on this issue. Whatever happens between us is between you and me. I would never breathe a word to anyone else.”

She nodded. “Thank you.”

He smiled, leaned over, kissed her, and then started the car.

Bex had a pile of fucked-up issues, but she could check that one off the list.

Chapter 6

When they arrived at Bass Performance Hall, Bracken knew he’d made the right choice. Bex’s face lit up with shock and surprise. She turned to stare at him with wide eyes. “What are we seeing?”

“The Fort Worth Symphony Orchestra.”

Her smile widened further.

Bracken felt like he’d won the lottery as he led her inside and found their seats. She had told him she enjoyed orchestra music. She’d also told him she’d never been to a symphony. Apparently, it was on her bucket list.

He held her hand in his, and she leaned close to him as the lights went down, and for the next two hours, he was graced with a side view of her expressions as she thoroughly enjoyed every moment of the musical arrangements.

“That was amazing,” she told him as they filed out with the rest of the crowd. “Thank you so much. Best date ever.”

He settled a hand on the small of her back and led her down the block to the restaurant where he’d made reservations. There was nothing quite like dating a woman who got wide-eyed with pleasure every time he took her out. It was good for his ego.

As usual, he enjoyed watching her select her food and then enjoy it. She was opening up to him more and more every time he saw her, talking more, getting comfortable. She savored every bite of her fish, even moaning around a few morsels.

Thank God his cock was under the table and out of view because the woman made him hard every time he was with her. He was growing used to palming himself daily in the shower when what he’d rather be doing was touching her. He wouldn’t though. She needed time. He would give her all the time in the world. He didn’t have a choice. He was into her, and she was reserved.

She looked gorgeous tonight. The black dress was perfect for her. Short. Fitted across her chest. Loose around her hips. He wondered what she