traced the lines and curves, exploring each one in great detail.
His hands ran up and down my outer thighs as he allowed me to take my time, tracing the outlines of his body art. It wasn’t until I started pressing soft kisses to them that he got impatient.
“I want to take you to bed,” he gritted out. “Where we don’t have an audience.”
I froze, wondering who was watching us. Did he have a roommate? Were there peeping neighbors? Fear gripped me as my eyes met his and he motioned down. I looked and saw Dug sitting next to Beau, staring up at us, his tongue hanging out of his mouth.
Relief washed over me as I chuckled.
“Or we can stop,” he offered, his gravelly voice sending chills up my arms. “And I can make dinner.”
My eyes once again met his and I swallowed the nerves that were rushing through me. I’d wanted a kiss and things had gotten a little out of hand. I licked my lips nervously. I’d never had a one-night stand or slept with anyone that I wasn’t in a relationship with. Gen always said the best way to get over someone was to get under someone, but the odd thing was, I didn’t feel like that was what I needed.
I didn’t want to be with Beau to get over Drake. I wanted to be with Beau on a base level. Maybe it was pheromones, or just chemistry. But whatever it was, it was powerful, tangible, and I hoped he felt the same thing.
“Is that what you want? To stop?”
His nostrils flared as his chest rose and fell in labored breaths. “I told you what I want. I want to take you to bed.”
“Okay.” I nodded and found myself being lifted off the counter.
My arms clutched his neck and my legs wrapped around his waist. His arms tightened their hold on me, and I buried my face in his neck. I inhaled, loving the scent of woodchips, and soap that was uniquely him.
My lips brushed against his skin as I whispered, “You smell so good.”
“So do you,” he rasped.
I was still inhaling him when I felt myself being lowered down onto a bed. He must have closed the door because when I opened my eyes, the only light coming in was from a crack in the curtains. The sliver of moonlight danced over Beau’s face as he stood above me gazing down at me with a fiery intensity that held me captive in his stare. I was mesmerized by his strong jaw, full lips, and long lashes. He was beautiful. I know that wasn’t something he’d probably like to hear, but it was the truth.
The mattress dipped beneath me as Beau pulled the hem of my dress up and over my head. I turned to the side when the material got stuck under my back. When I laid back, Beau’s fingers dipped behind my knees and he tugged me to the edge of the bed.
His eyes were locked with mine as he lowered down to his knees between my legs. I jumped when his fingers grazed my inner thighs.
“I’m ticklish,” I explained.
The look in his eyes was intense and he didn’t move his hands. Instead, he pressed my legs farther apart. I bit down on my lip as his knuckles brushed against the silk of my panties covering my sex. I was sure that they had to be damp.
If they were, it didn’t seem to bother him because he leaned forward and pressed his lips to the material.
I gasped at the sensation of his kiss through my underwear. I was usually self-conscious when it came to oral sex. I didn’t know why, but I was just sort of shy usually. But not with Beau. With Beau all I could think about was how good he was making me feel.
My hands fisted in the comforter as he continued to kiss and lick the silk before he slid the material to one side. A shock of bliss exploded in my core when his finger brushed my swollen nub. One touch, that was all it took for him to bring me pleasure like I’d never felt. Before I could recover from that sensation, his mouth covered my sex and he began to suckle my clit as his finger massaged my seam.
Within seconds I could feel my release crashing over me. I’d never come this fast in my life. Even with a vibrator.
My orgasm was fast and furious as it rushed through