this time in a strangled whisper, “I want you.”
It wasn’t a lie. Even though there were emotional feelings I wasn’t addressing, the physical feelings I was addressing were just as real.
My skirt road farther up my legs as I moved my hips forward, rocking against him. When I did, I felt that he was already hard. Apparently, I wasn’t the only one who had physical needs that needed to be addressed.
Leaning forward, he pressed his lips to mine and kissed me hard. So hard, so sweet, and so passionate. One of the best kisses of my life. Second only to every other kiss he’d ever given me.
His tongue darted into my mouth and when it met mine a moan vibrated from his chest. His hands gripped my hips as I continued grinding into the steel rod trapped behind his zipper. The friction of the denim material against the cotton of my panties stimulated my sex causing a fluttering sensation low in my belly.
As I continued to dry hump him, the heat between us seeped into my skin, filling me up from the inside. I could feel my cheeks burning, my breath sped up. No one could take me from a low simmer to fully ready in two seconds flat like Beau. It was a real talent.
“Do you feel what you’re doing to me?” he growled.
I leaned forward and nipped his ear lightly. “It’d be hard to miss,” I teased, rolling my hips seductively.
Another moan vibrated from his chest, and hearing his guttural response made the butterflies in my belly, already pretty active, go absolutely nuts.
He slid his hands up, slipping them easily under my shirt. His hands on my bare skin hit me like a live wire and I erupted in trembling.
“You’re so damn, sexy,” he whispered, rubbing his thumbs back and forth over my torso.
When he touched me, I could forget my inconvenient emotions. I could forget my worries. I could forget the world. I could forget my own name.
Gripping the bottom hem of my shirt, he slid it off over my head, then covered my breasts with his hands, teasing my nipples between his fingers, sending sensation through me even through the lacy fabric of my bra. Electricity flooded me, radiating down my torso and settling between my legs.
I couldn’t stand it. As good as his fingers felt, I needed to feel his mouth. I reached behind my back and unhooked my bra, taking it off and tossing it to the side.
Unexpectedly, the energy between us slowed and became languid. Like we were in a little bubble, suspended in time and space. He trailed his fingers around the sides of my breasts and underneath, cupping them before leaning forward and capturing them in his mouth, one after the other.
“Your lips… your tongue,” I gasped. “It’s so good, Beau. So good.”
His tongue flicked the hard buds again and again, driving me crazy with desire. I let my head fall back, surrendering to the dizzy spinning that filled my brain.
Surrender. That was a tempting concept, and even on that tiny scale, it felt damn good. I briefly wondered how amazing it might be to totally give myself over, release all control, but I locked down that thought as fast as it occurred to me. I was supposed to be using physical pleasure to block out my thoughts and emotions. Not stir up brand new ones.
The sweet suction of Beau’s mouth on my nipples became more demanding and my body writhed in response. I heard myself whimpering, and hadn’t even been aware I was making noise.
I scooted back just enough to reach down and fumble with his zipper, my trembling fingers finally managed to pull it down. He lifted his hips to slide his jeans and boxer briefs down over his massive erection. It wasn’t a big movement, but it was enough to increase the pressure of him against my clit, as well as give a little friction, and that was all it took to draw a ragged cry from me and send my fingers flying to his shoulders, my nails digging into him as I scrambled for release.
What was it about this man that made me feel so untethered? So completely and fully at his mercy? I couldn’t pin it down. All I knew was that no one had ever affected me the way he did, and I was pretty damn sure that no one ever would again.
At my cry, he got a cocky little smile on his face and