And Beau never stops. Watching. Touching. Admiring his handiwork.
“Yeah, I’ll never tire of this view,” he says gruffly, as my limbs go soft.
All I can do is concentrate on breathing, getting my vision back into focus. His fingers leave my body, accompanied by a wet sound. My eyes shut, a trickle of embarrassment finding its way in.
“What was that, Bailey?” he asks, and I feel the bed sink under the weight of him. His knees brace on either side of my naked body.
My eyes flip open to meet his. “Nothing.”
“Do you know how fucking beautiful you look, coming with my name on your lips?”
“No,” I reply honestly, and he just smiles.
“What about how good you taste? Do you know how fucking good you taste?”
I shake my head, my body thrumming just from the rumble of his deep voice in the dim room.
He smirks, full of promise and knowing, and the fingers that were just inside me trace my lips. “Suck, Bailey.”
“Your cock?” My eyes widen with excitement.
“We can save that for another day. I’ll be happy to let you practice. But for now … ” His two fingers tap against my lips and my mouth pops open.
He slides his fingers onto my tongue, and my lips close around them. My eyes lock with his as the taste of what he did to me fills my mouth. “Such a pretty girl,” he murmurs, pulling them back out with a pop. “And if I ever see you looking embarrassed about yourself again, I’ll leave another mark on your neck to wear around town.”
Then he kisses me. Hard. And I taste myself there too. I taste him, that signature scent.
I taste us.
In the blink of an eye, he flips us and pulls me up the bed with him so I’m straddling him. He leans against the headboard, looking like some sort of king. Tousled and golden and impossibly broad.
“Undress me, Bailey.” He doesn’t blanch or blink away when he tells me what to do. His eyes burn hotter, and I want nothing more than to burn with him too. To rise to his challenge and not crumple under the weight of my inexperience.
So with a soft nod, I reach down and grasp his shirt, tugging slowly at first, then more frantically. He leans forward and lifts his arms to help me. I toss it away, and it’s just my hands on his skin. Roaming. Memorizing him in a way I haven’t been able to until now.
Warm, smooth skin beneath my palms. Thick bulges over his pectoral muscles. Tight nipples. I pinch one and peek up at him. His eyes blaze and he gives me a reassuring nod.
So I pinch again. This time both, noting the sharp intake of breath that follows. My hips grind down in response and his buck up to meet me.
God. I can’t believe I’m really here, doing this with him.
To cover for the way my hands shake, I keep moving them, roaming down his toned abdomen. A thin scar mars one of his perfect abs.
I trail a finger over its length and whisper, “What’s this from?”
“Got shivved.”
My gaze snaps up. “What?”
“Let my guard down that day, getting one of my first targets into custody. Learned a valuable lesson. Never letting that happen again.”
I smile softly, feeling the raised skin again. “Don’t think you’re much at risk of getting shivved in Chestnut Springs.”
His broad palms slide up my thighs, my ribs, over my shoulders until he frames my face with them and pushes my hair back behind my ears. “Still not letting my guard down. Not when I’ve got you to keep safe.”
A shiver races down my spine as I stare back at him. All I can offer is a nod.
I don’t think anyone has ever prioritized keeping me safe.
The weight of his gaze is almost more than I can manage, so I drop it and go back to touching him. My fingertips travel the light dusting of hair along the top of his shorts. I pull at the waistline, then tug harder, wanting them off. Gone. Wanting to explore.
Wanting his skin on mine.
Between the two of us, they get tugged down, slid off his legs, and forgotten.
Forgotten because all I can see is the massive cock laid across his masculine stomach. I take in everything. Muscled thighs. Heavy balls. The vein that runs up the underside of his length, pulsing.
I mean, yeah, I’ve watched porn, but it’s not the same. It’s like watching the National Geographic channel and saying you’ve seen a lion in the wild.
One of these things is not like the other.
I kneel beside him, and my tongue darts out.
“Keep looking at my dick like that while licking your lips and I’ll be in your mouth instead of your pussy.”