Page 65 of Turn of the Tides
I collapsed on top of him in a sweaty, boneless heap, nuzzling his chest and peppering kisses along my marks as he wrapped his arms around me and held me against him.
I could feel his heart beating against my chest, and it felt like it was in tandem with my own.
“Christ,” he grunted before letting out a chuckle. “Now that’s how you start a day. This is how every morning should be.”
I giggled as I shifted so his softening dick slipped out and I could slide down his side, cuddling against him. I traced random patterns on his chest, agreeing wholeheartedly about starting each day with knee-shaking, earth-moving sex. These were my favorite moments. The ones that cameafter. When it was just us, lying in bed wrapped in each other.
We might not have been together for very long, but it didn’t feel new to me. It was as though our past, our turbulent history, created a bond stronger than most other new relationships.
He’d come to the bar every night I worked and sat there, cutting up with Freddy and the rest of my staff, enjoying a Coke while he waited for me to get off. Then he’d take me home, but instead of my place, I’d ended up every night in his bed, and I had to say, I didn’t mind in the slightest. The nights I’d spent next to Beau, wrapped in his embrace, were some of the best sleep I’d ever gotten, and I was quickly coming to love his house, cluttered boxes and all.
The size might have intimidated me at first, but I was getting used to it. I could see that, once it was finished, it would feel just as homey as my place. I loved waking up to the view of the sun breaking over the rolling waves just beyond the window. More than once, I’d taken my yoga mat out there, and while Beau took his morning run along the beach, I started my day with a pleasant flow.
Beau’s fingers combed through my hair as he let out a deep, contented sigh. “What are you thinking about, baby?”
I really loved that he asked me that.
“At the moment I’m thinking that you need to shower and get to practice, but that I really don’t want to get out of this bed.”
“Then don’t.”
I hummed, brushing a kiss to his ribs and grinning when he jolted and let out a grunt. I’d discovered his most ticklish spotthe other night, and I wasn’t above using it to my advantage. “If only.”
“No, I’m serious.” He rolled to his side, bracing his head in his hand as he stared down at me with such tender affection, still toying with my hair. “Stay. I want you to. It’s your day off, and, honestly, I like the idea of you being in my home when I’m not here. I’ll give you the spare key. It’s yours, baby. To keep.”
I blinked, nibbling on my lower lip as a slow smile stretched across my face. “You want me to have a key to your place? Isn’t it a little soon?” I teased.
“I don’t give a shit if it’s soon or not. I want you here. Hell, if I could, I’d move all your things in tomorrow.”
The air whooshed from my lungs with that declaration. My heart flipped over in my chest as Beau collared my neck with his hand, something he’d been doing more and more, and something I really freaking liked.
“Beau,” I whispered, my throat suddenly feeling tight.
“I haven’t exactly hidden how I feel about you, Bubbles. I’ve wanted this—you—longer than I can remember. All those years were a waste. Now that I have you, I can’t imagine my life without you. I get you’re probably a bit further behind in this than I am. That’s my fault. While my feelings for you were growing, you spent the past several years hating me. But I’m willing to wait for you to catch up. Just as long as you’re mine.”
“I am,” I breathed. “I’m yours, Beau.”
He smiled, and my chest squeezed. “That’s all I care about.”
He sat up, grabbing me beneath my arms and hauling me up so fast I let out a squealed giggle as he climbed out of the bed, holding me in a way that I had to wrap around him like a koala to keep from falling.
“Come on. I want to fuck you in the shower before I have to leave for work.”
Colbie:Gah! I’m so jealous of you right now! All dicked up and blissfully in love.
I let out a laugh as I fell to my back on Beau’s couch. After a round of shower sex that left me momentarily unable to walk, I made a quick breakfast with the groceries Beau and I bought at the store the other day so he hadsomethingin the house, kissed my man goodbye, and sent him off to work. Then, mainly because I’d never been all that good at lying around and doing nothing, I’d done a bit of yoga, then started tackling the boxes that still needed to be unpacked.
Was I overstepping? Potentially. But I knew Beau well enough to know he was going to make one excuse after another, and I was tired of looking at cardboard boxes with his messy chicken-scratch handwriting, so I was doing it my damn self, and he could just deal.
I’d taken a break after the third one to have a little text session with my bestie.
Me:All dicked up? Classy, Colbs.
Colbie:Why thank you.
Me:And I never said anything about being in love.
Colbie:You didn’t have to. It’s that BFF ESP I have.