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I toed off my boots, finished removing everything but the lingerie, and rested against the pillow with my legs spread—just a little.
When he returned, he’d removed his suit coat and was unbuttoning his shirt. His belt hung loose, and the zipper of his pants was down partway.
“Can I help?”
Beau’s eyes met mine. “Given how long I’ve desired you, I fear if you so much as touch me, I will explode.”
I worried he’d tear his shirt in his haste to remove it, but he somehow managed to leave it intact. Next came his trousers, as he called them. When he pushed them down over his hips, his cock jutted out from his body.
He smiled when my mouth formed a perfect “o,” then he moved slowly in my direction like a magnificent beast hunting its prey. I’d seen him shirtless but not without briefs. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on the man. His muscled shoulders topped his laddered, ink-covered torso. I remembered wanting to trace the large sun that covered his chest with my fingertips. That would come later. Now, my eyes were drawn to his narrow hips and waist and what lay just below it. My breath caught when he wrapped his fingers around himself and stroked.
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted you?” The icy blue of his eyes was almost entirely eclipsed by his darkened pupils.
My back arched as though his body beckoned mine. “Beau, please,” I begged, holding my hand out to him.
“Patience, my darling. I have waited so very long for this. Let me look at you.” He knelt between my legs, spreading them wider, then inched his finger between the lace of my panties and my inner thigh. “You are so wet.” His gaze traveled my body. “And so fucking beautiful.”
He pinched one of my nipples at the same time he thrust a finger inside me, and I nearly came off the bed. “And finally,mine.”
Another finger joined the first, and he thrust harder. I was on the edge of orgasming when he pulled his fingers away. My eyes met his, and he smiled.
“Sadly, these must go.” Beau eased the panties from my body and tossed them on the floor. “Leave it,” he said when I stretched to remove the bra. My hand reached for him instead, but he moved too far for me to touch. “Not yet, my beautiful Samantha.”
I nearly cried in frustration.
“First, I need to taste you.” He lowered his head, and his tongue caressed my folds.
“Beau,” I cried out when he flicked the sensitive bundle of nerves with his tongue, then sucked. I reached for him again, weaving my fingers in his hair, then pulled when pleasure so intense spread throughout my body. It was so powerful I felt as though I might shatter. Beau, though, held me together as he slowly kissed his way up to my breasts, lavishing attention on both through the lace of my bra, then dragged the cups down and out of his way. “Take it off,” he said before sucking one nipple into his mouth.
Mindless as I was, I had no idea how I managed to do as he said, but suddenly, the bra was gone and Beau was kissing my lips, then nuzzling my neck. I felt his hardness press against me and arched again, wanting him closer, as close as he could be.
He pressed more but still too slowly. When his mouth returned to mine, I nipped his lower lip.
“So needy. So ready for me.” With those words, he thrust once, burying himself deep, pulsing within me. He moved, stroking back and forth so slowly I was ready to grab his behind and push myself against him. Instead, Beau lifted my hips, then pounded into me so hard I had to cling to him.
“Now, Samantha.” He roared his release as I screamed his name, squeezing him and digging my nails into the flesh of his shoulders while my body shattered for the second time.
I had no idea when he’d put it on, but when I finally released him and he pulled out, I was relieved to see he wore a condom. I hadn’t thought about it earlier as I madly writhed against him.
Beau rolled to his side, but every part of his body still touched mine. Our legs were woven together, and his fingers toyed with my nipples. “So sensitive,” he murmured when I tried to move his hand away. “Let me touch you, all of you. Let me make you mine.”
I looked up at him and cupped his cheek with my palm. “I already am, Beau.”
His eyelids slowly closed, then reopened. “Then I pray you’re ready to hear this.”
My gaze remained steady on his.
“I’m in love with you, Samantha. I feel as though I have been most of my life.”
Beau, who’d told me time and again he didn’t believe in love had just uttered the words I’d never dreamed I’d hear him say. And he was telling the truth. My eyes filled with tears, and I brought my lips to his. “I’m in love with you too, Beau.”
16
BEAU
There were no words to convey the depth of my happiness. If one thing could help take away the pain of losing my mum, it was knowing Samantha Marquez, the woman whose smile reminded me of her, loved me. Not just loved me, was in love with me.
I’d hoped she’d feel that way eventually, but that she admitted to it now stunned me. I wasn’t the type of man who easily gave in to insecurity, except with her. Thus, as much as I wanted it, I’d feared a romantic relationship between us would not be possible. I couldn’t remember a time in my life I’d felt this happy about being wrong.
