Page 4 of Beau

Dropping the gilt-edge brush among her things, she rose and slipped off the robe.

Beau’s mouth went dry. The more he thought he was accustomed to her beauty, the more he realized he was dead wrong. Her skin was flawless. Her breasts were firm and rounded, the nipples enticingly large.

Her waist was ridiculously small, so much so that he could wrap his hands around her. Her hips flared gently, and her legs were long and shapely. The apex between her thighs had the power to make him weak and needy.

She had reached the bed by now and was standing next to it.

“I am here, now what?”

“You know what to do," he rasped; eyes slit with desire. He had danced with her several times during the night and watched as several men flocked to her attention. He knew he had nothing to worry about, but he did not like other men touching her. Not even his married friends.

She often accused him of being that way because of his philandering ways of the past and he knew she was right. He had never slept with a married woman, that was where he had drawn the line, but he had been with women who simply left their men to be with him.

He was in fear of that happening to him. He knew that his wife was completely committed to him, but still…

“I think I do.” Climbing up, she settled on top of him, just shy of covering his long, lean body completely. She examined the handsome face and felt the familiar heat racing through her body.

When he first approached her at the party, she had known who he was and heard of his reputation of course. So, when he came over to her, she had coolly told him to get lost.

But he had not taken no for an answer and had asked her for a dance. In order to avoid a scene, she had grudgingly succumbed to the pressure. The one dance had led to them going outside for a walk in the gardens.

Their first kiss by the pale-yellow rose bushes had left them both shaken to the core. She had fled, leaving the party right after without telling her friends.

Now, reflecting on that night, she sank on top of him and arched her back in delight.

“What made you smile just now?” His breathing was labored, his skin heated.

“I was thinking about the first time we met.” Her fingers combed through the dark blonde pelt on his muscular chest. “How obnoxious you were.”

His hands roamed over her back, before settling on her hips.

“You were standoffish and extremely rude," he growled.

“That’s because I had heard about you.” One hand lifted to trace his sensuous bottom lip.

He nipped the pad of her finger, sending shivers through her body.

“And you were determined to avoid me at all costs.”

“I knew you were a player and did not have time for a man like you.”

His eyes darkened as he too recalled searching frantically for her. He had found out her name from her friends and recognized it. She was a popular online influencer on various social media platforms. That was how he had found her. He had gone home that night for the first time alone and unable to sleep.

The kiss had branded him, making it impossible for him to sleep or forget the woman with lips that were the sweetest and most potent he had ever tasted. He wanted more. Wanted it so much that over the next few days after their meeting, he moved heaven and earth to find her.

“You refused to see me.”

“Yes," she moved slowly, rhythmically, her hands splayed over his chest. “I felt something that night and knew that seeing you again would spell trouble for me.”

“I did not take no for an answer. Refused to, actually.” His fingers flexed against her hips as he rolled upwards in harmony with her thrusts. “You told me off.” His breathing was becoming labored, deep shallow breaths that moved through his chest.

“You told me that I was the last man on earth you would ever want to get involved with. You called me shallow and entitled and not man enough for you.

You hurt me like no one had ever done before.” His fingers dug into her flesh as if he wanted to punish her. “I told myself to hell with you. I could get any woman I wanted.”

“And you left.” She was breathless, her breasts quivering, the nipples aching for his lips.

“I told myself that I was happy you were gone.”