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“You watch them, too?” she asked.
“I did when I was in rehab for my leg.” He took a bite of his omelet, chewed thoughtfully and then swallowed. “You’d open up the living room and add a bathroom. Is that all you’d do?”
Aurelie smiled. “It would be a good start to making this place a home.”
“Are you planning major renovations to your place in Bayou Miste?”
Aurelie’s lips pressed together. “I don’t know. I’m not in a hurry to go back. Knowing a hitman slashed my mattress makes me leery of ever sleeping there again.”
“You don’t have to worry about it for a while. You could stay here until they sell the place.”
She looked around the living room. “I do like the high ceilings and big windows. Fresh paint would brighten it.
They finished their omelets and shared the responsibility of cleaning up the dishes and the kitchen.
“You can have the first shower,” Aurelie said, suddenly shy with the man she’d made love with the night before. He hadn’t made a move for a repeat of the intimacy they’d shared. Aurelie was beginning to wonder if he’d found her boring.
“You could join me,” he said and held out his hand.
Her heart took flight, her pulse shooting blood through her veins as she walked toward the bathroom with him.
He paused at his backpack to retrieve protection and then continued into the bathroom, where he turned on the shower to let the water warm.
They took turns stripping items of clothing off each other until they stood naked on the cool tile floor.
Beau’s gaze swept over her, burning in its intensity. “You’re so beautiful.”
“So are you.” She reached out and laid her hand on his broad chest, amazed at how solid he was and how safe she felt with him.
He grinned. “I prefer handsome, but beautiful isn’t bad.” Beau raised her hand from his chest to his lips, pressing a kiss into her palm. Then he stepped into the shower, drawing her in with him.
Warm water rained down on them as they made love beneath the spray, taking the time to explore while washing away the dust of their day’s work.
She took the condom packet off the ledge where Beau had placed it, tore it open and smoothed it over his rock-hard cock, taking her time to reach the base.
As soon as it was in place, Beau lifted her by the backs of her thighs.
Aurelie wrapped her legs around him as he pressed her back against the cool tiles lining the shower wall. The chill of the tile did nothing to douse the inferno burning at her core. This man inspired the heat and fanned the flames spreading throughout her body.
He drove into her until he was fully seated, giving her a few brief moments to adjust to his size. Then he moved in and out, slowly at first, gathering speed with each thrust.
She braced her hands on his shoulders and rode him hard, her thighs clamped around his waist, her breasts rubbing against his chest.
The faster he pumped, the higher she rose until she burst over the edge of her release.
Beau continued to move in and out of her until his body tensed, and he thrust deep, pinning her to the wall as his cock pulsed inside her.
He leaned his forehead against hers until the pulsing of his release subsided, and his breathing returned to normal. Lifting her off his shaft, he lowered her to the shower floor and cupped her cheek. “You make me glad I’m alive,” he whispered against her lips and then kissed her gently as if worshipping her mouth.
Something about his words struck her square in her gut. She looked up into his face. “Was there a time you weren’t glad you were alive?”
Beau didn’t respond. The haunted look in his eyes made Aurelie’s heart wrench. She didn’t want to spoil the afterglow of their lovemaking, but she wanted to know why he hadn’t been glad to be alive. She sensed it was an important part of who he was.
She remembered Benjamin commenting on a crash.
Aurelie met and held Beau’s gaze as she reached up to cup his cheek in her hand. “Did it have to do with the crash?”
The shadows around his eyes deepened. “The water’s getting cold.” He reached around her, turned off the water and stepped out of the shower.