Total pages in book: 179
Estimated words: 170878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 854(@200wpm)___ 684(@250wpm)___ 570(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 170878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 854(@200wpm)___ 684(@250wpm)___ 570(@300wpm)
Slowly, Beau removed himself from my mouth, then somehow, I was in his arms. In two of his long strides, he carried me to his bed, eyes roving over my face, my mouth. I could only imagine what a mess I looked like. I didn’t have the energy to try to wipe my mouth.
“That was… You are … fucking magnificent, Hannah.” Beau’s words were rough, barely more than a rasped whisper. “As much as I love your face marked with my cum, I’m gonna clean you up, baby.”
My body hummed as he walked to the bathroom, and I listened to running water and a slight rustling, then watched him return to me.
I was still in a haze, which made no sense since I was not the one who’d had the orgasm. Then again, I’d technically done all the work. Though it hadn’t felt like a job.
The cloth was warm as he wiped my mouth, my cheeks. Beau carefully cleaned the skin, removing traces of tears and … him.
He leaned forward to kiss me. Not a peck, proving he wasn’t perturbed by what had been in my mouth a moment ago as his tongue slipped inside, and he kissed me leisurely, passionately.
Though my mouth ached, I returned the kiss with fervor, arching my back up toward him. I was desperate for his touch, for the tension in my body to be released.
“I’ll take care of you, Hannah.” Beau’s hand circled my neck. “Patience.” He slid his hand down to cup me between my legs, over the thin fabric of my pajama bottoms.
I let out a wanton groan, his contact enough to spur more pleasure into my nerve endings but not enough. I needed more.
Beau, the monster he was, straightened, looking down on me.
My eyes were still watering. My jaw ached. My mouth tasted of him. My clit pulsated with need, my body so taut and wired that one single touch would send me off the edge.
Beau’s eyes were fierce, blazing, jaw still tight, the muscles in his neck sculpted.
“It’s in the fridge,” I told him when I realized his look was a question. I vaguely remembered a supermarket trip today and a promise made about what he was going to do with that champagne.
“Clothes off,” he commanded. “By the time I get back.”
I stared at his broad back as he left, relishing in the size of him, the smell of him. The taste of him. It took me longer than it should’ve for me to push myself up and take off my shirt and pants. I considered the underwear too, but I selfishly wanted Beau to see them. I felt sexy in them. So I kept them on, making sure to fold my clothes and put them away in my drawer.
In my drawer. In our room.
Too soon, a voice inside of me whispered. Much too soon.
It was a sensible voice too. But I pushed it down, struggling to rid myself of the fear that we were moving much too fast.
The muted thump of Beau’s footfalls chased away the loudest of my worries, and my need for him crawled up my throat. I was still aching for my own orgasm.
Beau stopped short halfway through the room as he took sight of me. His eyes traveled the length of my body, lingering a long time at the apex of my thighs and on my chest.
He stood there for four seconds—I counted—then continued to the bed.
He placed a champagne bucket and glasses on the bedside table.
“This is what you’ve been wearing underneath your clothes, the whole fucking time?” He rubbed his jaw.
I smiled at the way he spoke, unable to register that it was about me, my body. “No, not this exact set,” I admitted. “I only have one of these. It’s the first time I’ve worn it. For you.”
I bit my lip, concerned at the way I said it. Did I sound desperate? Cheesy?
“For me.” Beau’s eyes lit up, as if it were a precious gift. He scanned my body again. “We’re getting you more of this. A lot more.”
I grinned. “I don’t think so, since it’s the best the French have to offer, and I hesitate to even think of the price.”
Beau’s features instantaneously darkened. “Who got them for you?”
My smile didn’t dim in the face of his evident jealousy and fury. It didn’t scare me.
“Cole,” I shrugged. “In his attempts to get me to seduce you.”
It seemed odd to be having this conversation while I was lying on a bed in nothing but underwear. He was fully clothed, and I’d just been on my knees for him, but I didn’t feel uncomfortable. I felt utterly at ease with Beau.
Even though my pussy was still tingling in desperate desire.
Beau blinked quickly. “Cole?”
I nodded. “So you can tamp down on the caveman rage.”
The rage in question did clear, then he turned to pour me a glass of champagne. “Cole has my compliments,” he muttered, handing me the flute. “I fucking love the way you look in those, but you don’t need fancy lingerie to seduce me.” He leaned down to press a kiss on my pebbled nipple.