A Hippogriff for Christmas - Zoe Chant Page 0,37

She moaned, arching up, as her body responded to his.

Annie could already feel how wet with need for him she was as she lay back on the couch, Beau above her, the hardness between his things pressing against her.

Feeling it, Annie couldn’t stop herself from moaning, pressing herself against it. She’d never felt such desire racing through her before. She’d often considered herself indifferent to the charms of men, but clearly…

…Clearly I was just waiting for the right one to come along, she thought hazily.

Fire throbbed between her legs as Beau sat up, his thighs around her hips, to take off his shirt. Annie groaned, feasting her eyes on the broad, flat plane of his chest with its dusting of dark hairs, the grid of his abs, the sharp jut of his hipbones above the waistband of his jeans.

She was so busy staring that she almost forgot about her own way too clothed state – but when she remembered, she tore off her work shirt, careless of the buttons. Beau’s hands covered hers as they fumbled with the buttons of her pants, and she gulped as his low voice rumbled, “Allow me.”

She’d already seen how dexterous he was – nonetheless, Annie gasped as he had her pants off in seconds, sliding them down her legs before he moved aside to pull them over her ankles.

His eyes roved over her hungrily as he looked down at her, lying beneath him in only her bra and panties. Annie had always considered herself shy, but now she was happy to let him look his fill, glorying in the heat of his gaze.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice a soft growl. “I’ve never seen anything as beautiful as you in all my life.”

Annie closed her eyes at his words, letting them wash over her. She throbbed with need for him. As much as she was enjoying the clear desire in his eyes, right now, she wasn’t sure she could wait much longer for him…

“Beau –” she gasped out, but was unable to find any other words within her.

Even so, he seemed to understand her perfectly. His lips were back on hers in an instant, his hands on her hips, removing the flimsy barrier of her panties. She could feel the muscles of his thighs as he moved, shoving his jeans down his hips.

Forcing herself to open her eyes, Annie swallowed, licking her lips at the sight before her. She realized she probably looked like a starving woman eyeing a five-course feast, but, well… it had been a while, and even if it hadn’t, she wasn’t sure her mouth wouldn’t have watered anyway.

Beau was gorgeous, powerful and masculine, every part of him angular and sharp. His erection rose up from between his thighs, just as powerful as the rest of him, and Annie felt a pulse of need run straight through her at the sight.

She reached forward before she could think, taking him in her hand and running her fingers lightly over his hot, hard flesh, and hearing his groan in response.

It scarcely seemed possible to her – that this huge, strong man could be responding like this to her touch, to the sight of her body.

And yet, it was undeniable.

The pure lust in Beau’s eyes when he looked at her had been obvious, even to her. The way he touched her, the way he kissed her – all of it was incontestable. Annie had never felt the way he made her feel before.

He’s strong, he’s kind, he’s caring, she thought fuzzily, with what little coherent thought her brain could scrape together. And he turns into a mythical creature, can’t forget that bit. And he wants me.

As she touched him, he leaned down, pushing her bra aside and circling his thumbs over her nipples, making her arch up and cry out. His mouth followed a moment later, warm and wet, and Annie moaned again, writhing beneath him, feeling herself grow even wetter between her legs.

“Beau,” she managed to gasp eventually. “Please – I can’t wait any more – I need –”

The groan that wound its way up from the back of his throat was all the answer she needed to know he’d understood.

Her spine arched up as Beau settled between her legs, his massive hands on the back of her thighs. Groaning, she spread her legs wider, feeling her stomach clenching in desperate need.

“Please,” she said again. “Please –”

Annie cried out as he pushed into her, her fingers digging into his sides. She felt