“What about your bag? Do you have clothes with you?”
“I don’t plan on needing clothes tonight.”
“I like how you think,” he says with a smile. Sliding his hand into mine, he pulls me down the hallway.
It’s a short ride to his hotel. Then he’s opening the door to his room. My skin erupts in goose bumps with anticipation. We only have tonight before I’m on the bus again heading to our next stop. I intend to get very little sleep.
“Did you ever find your other Christmas present I put in your suitcase?” he asks, walking through the door.
“No, I haven’t even looked in that case since Christmas. What is it?” It’s torture to tell someone they have a surprise gift whenthey can’t open it that minute. The first thing I’m doing when I get back to the bus is dragging it out from the belly and ripping it open. “Seriously, what is it?” He just grins at me. “You’re killing me, you know that?”
“And you’re killing me.”
I squeal when he tosses me onto the bed.
“I should shower,” I protest. “I’m sweaty and gross.” He studies me for a beat.
“Good idea, let’s shower.”
I raise up on my elbows as he partially unbuttons his shirt and pulls it over his head. I’m not about to miss the show. He catches me watching and slows down. No complaints here.
That bulge threatening to escape has my mouth watering. He kicks his boots off and makes a show of shimming out of his jeans.
“Now it’s your turn,” he says when there’s nothing left of his clothes to remove.
I can’t stop from appreciating his hard length standing proudly between us, begging for attention. Before I can reach for it, he takes the hem of my shirt in both hands and pulls it over my head. I have no idea where it lands when he tosses it over his shoulder.
He presses me down until I’m lying flat on the bed so he can pull my pants down my legs. His hands brush up my inner thighs making me shiver as he returns for my panties. The growl he makes leads me to think he likes the barely-there lace thong I chose. My back arches as he moves to unhook my bra.
In one smooth movement, he stands back up, pulls me from the bed to his shoulder, and walks into the shower. I would squeal and protest, but honestly, it was a pretty badass move.
The sound of the shower is something I can only hear until he steps inside. Water hits my ass in a sheet. I’m starting to get lightheaded from being upside down.
“Still on birth control?” he asks.
“Yep.” He swings me up and slowly lowers me down his body.
“This isn’t going to be slow,” he warns. Our gazes meet as he holds me close to his chest. His throbbing cock teases my entrance until I nod in agreement. Then I’m impaled on him in one hard thrust.
“Beau,” I cry out. I’m not sure if it’s the sudden fullness or the overwhelming emotions, but I cling to him desperately.
“You’re okay.” It isn’t a question, it’s a demand. “Take it all.” How does he drive me to madness with just his words?
He gives me only a moment to adjust before he’s thrusting into me in a punishing rhythm. He’s right though. I am okay. I’m better than okay.
“Harder,” I beg.
“You think you can take it harder?” he growls.
“Yes.”
“Then beg for it, little girl. Beg for every inch.”
“Please,” is all I can get out. He’s right, this isn’t going to be slow. I can feel it building deep in my core. The coils threading through my body chasing a high only he can give me.
I lose myself in the delicious friction of his lower abs against my clit as he pounds even harder. Turns out, I didn’t need to beg. He knows exactly what I need and gives it to me.
“Beau!” I scream as the waves crest and break over.
