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“Are you hurt? Do you want to stop?”
“I’m fine. Just a pinch.”
“Beau,” I warned.
He cupped my chin with a firm, unwavering kiss.
“Do you really think I’d let you slip through my fingers after all this time?”
Warmth rushed through my chest at his words. When I touched his cheek, he curled his fingers around my wrist, smoothing his thumb over the back of my hand.
“You should be resting though,” I pointed out.
“Be a good girl for me and I won’t have to move a muscle.”
Beau took me by the waist and guided me into my room, setting me on the edge of my bed. He looked a little wild and rugged in my private space, with my dirty laundry piled in the corner, a discarded bra hanging on a chair by the door. It wasn’t the first time I’d invited a man to spend the night here, but it had been so long by now that I felt rusty and out of practice. The fact that Beau was the one I’d allowed into the sanctuary of my home showed just how much I’d softened around him.
He stripped off my jeans, leaving behind only my thin, lacy, sky-blue panties. They looked fragile and delicate against Beau’s rough, tanned skin as he slid two callused fingers into the fabric and pulled it aside.
“Open your legs for me, darlin’,” he said, his voice gravelly and low.
Biting the inside of my cheek, I shifted my legs wider. Beau wedged his shoulders between my thighs, skimming his lips from my knee to my hip. Goosebumps rippled across my skin. I felt like I would be out of breath forever, panting, light-headed with anticipation.
Then he closed his mouth around my clit and the ache of desire in my body bloomed even bigger than before. With languid strokes, Beau dragged the flat of his tongue up and down my clit in a rhythm that made me whine with pleasure. His dark brown eyes locked on me, watching me squirm with every motion he made.
When my legs started to shake and threatened to clamp around his ears, that seemed to spur Beau on more. He hooked his hands around my thighs and buried his face deeper. The sharp ridge of his jawline pressed against my sensitive, slick pussy. I clutched the sheets, arching my hips up toward his mouth.
“Oh, Beau,” I gasped. “Don’t stop.”
He hitched my legs over his shoulders and sucked on my clit hard enough to make me see stars. I came with a shout, digging my heels into his back.
When Beau finally surfaced for air, my brain was sluggish and hazy. He slid his palms up my body, giving my breasts a gentle squeeze.
“Still with me, sweetheart?”
I nodded. My throat felt as dry as sandpaper, but my fingers found Beau’s shirt and pulled him closer.
“Now it’s your turn.”
I pushed him back against the pillows, unbuttoning his shirt as quickly as possible. He swept my hair out of my face as I left a trail of kisses down his chest. I palmed at the rock-hard bulge in his jeans before dragging his zipper down. Peeling his fly open, I revealed his cock, inch by glorious inch, pulsing with every heartbeat. The scent of his skin was faintly earthy, with a hint of hay, saddle leather, and coffee.
The realization crashed over me all at once. I was about to cross a line that could shatter me into a million pieces if it went wrong. Whether Beau decided to stay for the long haul or not, I knew without a doubt that I loved him. I couldn’t deny it anymore. And I couldn’t run from it either. The question was: did he love me back?
“Rory?” Beau said gently, concerned. “What’s wrong?”
Lifting my head, I met his searching gaze.
“I tested clean last month,” he continued. “If that’s what you’re worried about. I haven’t been with anyone else since then, I swear.”
“You have to show me,” I rasped.
He hesitated, looking confused.
“The test results?” he asked. “I didn’t bring them—”
“Show me that you’re going to stay,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
Understanding dawned in Beau’s eyes. He stripped off the last of his clothes and pulled me against him until there was nothing between us. Only skin. The head of his cock dug into my thigh, hot, thick, and needy. If I shifted a few inches, he could easily slip inside me.
