It’s a kiss meant to distract, to comfort, but it quickly turns heated as I back her to the kitchen counter, attacking her mouth like it holds the very breath I need in my lungs. It’s last night all over again, except I’m sober this time and I’ll be damned if we do this in the kitchen.
“Stop me,” I rasp as I grip the back of her thighs and lift her into my arms, carrying her out of the kitchen. “Stop me, little bird, before it’s too late and I am balls deep inside of you.”
“Don’t stop,” she whispers, sweeping her fingers through my hair and gripping tight, pulling our foreheads together. “I need this too much. Don’t stop.”
We’re doing this for all the wrong reasons, I know it, and it’s clear she does too. Hell, for two people who understand the danger that comes with caring too much, we sure aren’t doing a great job of fighting the connection between us.
But I can’t bring myself to care.
Still, I wonder if I can make love to this gorgeous woman and keep a part of myself separate. If and when she has to leave, everything will go back to normal. At least, that’s what I tell myself.
“This can’t be more than what it is,” I say against her lips, forcing myself to be honest before this goes any further. “Rosalie—”
“I know what this is. I’m not asking for forever,” she says, pushing back to lock her eyes with mine. “I just...please make me forget. Like last night, help me forget. Until we find her and then...whatever happens, happens. But right now, I need this. Please, Beau.”
Fuck, how could I ever say no to that when I want the exact same thing?
I carry her to my first-floor bedroom, and we’re both breathing fast and hard when I lay her down. My cock is hard as a rock, throbbing behind my fly and begging for release. But I hold back, seeking to feel her first, to bury myself in the softness of her body and that intoxicating, sweet scent that clings to her skin.
My hands skim over her body, dragging up her ribcage as I tug up her sweater. She leans up and shrugs it off, leaving her in a white tank top that does little to hide her beaded nipples. Her tits are perfect, palm-sized with pink nipples that call for my touch.
Christ above, she’s incredible. Every inch of her.
She sucks in a sharp breath when I glide my palm over her left breast, my mouth watering for a taste. Fuck, the memory of last night is still fresh in my mind, and now I want more. I want to sate my lust with her. I want to fuck her until mine is the only name she’ll ever remember. To claim her, body and soul.
I slam my mouth against hers, chasing the taste of her even as I try to silence the voice in my head demanding that I take everything. But the voice gets louder and louder, pounding in my ears as I press into her, kissing her mouth like a man staking a claim.
Perfect. Mine.
“I want you,” I grit out, my voice foreign to my own ears. I splay my hands over her tits, pinching her nipples between my fingers and swallowing her desperate moans. She cries out when I lower my head, replacing my thumb with my mouth.
“Beau!” she cries out, arching against me as I lick her nipple through the tank top, drawing at the sensitive peak. The need to feel the smooth velvet of her skin has me tugging the top upward, freeing her breasts. I groan at the first taste of her, my head swimming with the need to lick every inch of her skin and mark her for myself.
Mine!
The voice gets louder, possessive as the woman beneath me spreads her thighs and begins to rock against my erection.
“Jesus Christ, baby, give me a second,” I hiss, moving back before I come in my pants and embarrass myself. “I want to make it good for you. Let me take care of you.”
“But—”
“Let me take care of you, little bird,” I repeat, kissing the pink of her nipple before trailing my lips down the perfect swell of her breast, squeezing the other between my fingers as I move. “Let me taste you first, baby.” I trail my hand down her stomach and into the waistband of her shorts, groaning when I realize she doesn’t have any panties on. Fuck, as if my dick wasn’t hard enough!
“Let me touch you.” My voice is rough, growing rougher yet when I slide my finger between her folds, spreading her with my thumb and gently stroking her clit in slow circles.
“Oh...Beau!” She jerks against me, gripping my shoulders as I watch those innocent eyes roll back. “Oh God...Oh!”
“You’re so fucking wet, Rosalie,” I groan, stroking her clit faster and adding pressure to the swollen bundle of nerves until she’s gasping for breath, her head tossed back, eyes shut, and lips parted.
She’s a fucking sight to behold. So fucking beautiful. I crave her release like my next breath. I move my thumb faster, firmer, groaning at the wet sounds of her pussy as she rewards me with more of her slick arousal, slicking my thumb and wrist.
Fuck!
I can’t wait any longer.
I move down the bed, yanking her shorts down her thighs and tossing them away. I press her thighs apart and bury my face between her legs, growling at the scent and taste of her. So fucking sweet and intoxicating that I nearly lose my damn mind.I groan as I kiss the valley of her sex, parting her folds with my tongue and chasing that taste I first experienced last night. Fuck, she’s so smooth and warm against my lips, her shocked whimpers pushing me to take and take and take...
She sobs when I flatten my tongue over her clit and swipe needily over the berry, licking and lapping at it until she’s thrashing on the bed, scratching at the covers with one hand as she tugs at my hair with the other.
