Page 64 of Beau

“I want to make certain before I start anything.”

“What are you planning on starting?”

“Something I won’t be able to stop when I do.” He had managed to peel down the waist of her leggings to her hips.

“I should hope not.” Her breath was whistling through parted lips. “That feels so good.”

“Does this feel better?” His finger was stroking the swollen flesh and sending heat slicing through her body.

“Much. Don’t stop," she breathed.

“How else will I be able to do this?” He was sliding his finger between the folds of her flesh slowly, tormenting her until she could scarcely breathe.

“Beau.”

“Hmm?”

“Please.” She lifted her hips up, desperate to feel his fingers inside her. “I am wet.”

Hot jagged heat like a bolt of lightning sliced through his body and pooled in his loins.

“Let’s see," he whispered thickly. “Ah, you are right.” His finger explored the moisture.

“You are always ripe and ready for me.” His throat was thick, so much so that he could scarcely get the words out. She was passionate, the most passionate woman he had ever been with, and he noticed that from the very beginning.

“Not yet," he whispered, his finger sliding out slowly.

“Beau–”

“I have plans for us.” Sliding his long legs out, he settled her back against the cushions and plucked her sweater over her head. A groan escaped him as he stared at the unfettered breasts.

“Are they bigger than when I saw them this morning?” he asked hoarsely.

“That’s impossible. But the areolas seem to have enlarged.”

“Let’s find out, shall we?” he growled as he inched even closer. And he was thorough. His clever fingers examined every inch of the very sensitive area around the nipple until she was practically vibrating with need.

He did not stop, not even when she dug impatient fingers through his thick blonde hair as if to urge him on. His lips followed the movements of his fingers and sent her into a tizzy.

His tongue trailed a burning path around the puckered flesh until it was standing at alert attention. When he started tosuckle, she swore she could feel it all the way down to the core of her, which was already in extreme distress.

“Beau!” she gasped, her body arching upward. “Oh, please.”

Switching to the other nipple, he treated it with the same avid attention to detail. She was trembling, her body vibrating, her skin tingling. When he raised his head up, she felt a jolt at the piercing light in his green eyes.

“I crave you.” His voice was harsh, his face taut. “The taste of you inside my mouth always manages to drive me crazy. I need more.” Trapping her thighs, he went on his knees and peeled the rest of her clothing off before getting rid of his.

He was fully aroused and throbbing.

“Touch me,” he invited thickly when he noticed her gaze on him.

She encircled his hot shaft between her fingers and arched his back when she started sliding the skin up and down slowly.

“Come here," she urged.

“Baby, you don’t–”

“Please.” Her fingers tightened around him and cut off the rest of the words. He scooted closer, his breath soughing through his chest in anticipation. He was near enough for her to just lift her head. Her tongue slid out to touch the reddened tip, licking off the moisture that had pooled there and he felt the top of his head blowing off.