Page 225 of Pumpkin Spice Promises

And then I was completely naked before him.

He had already pushed his boxer shorts the rest of the way down, and was kneeling over me, naked, his cock hard and throbbing, huge as it hung just out of reach. I pushed myself up on my elbows and kissed him, tasting him as one of his hands came to cradle my head. His fingers wove through my hair.

“I need you, Beau,” I whispered against his lips, the desire to feel him inside overwhelming. I took hold of his cock without waiting for a response, and rubbed the hard tip against my clit, causing both of us to moan in unison. Then, he pushed my hand aside and slid his cock into me.

He moved between my legs, his hands beside my head as he thrusted inside me slowly. “Can you take more?” He groaned and I nodded, not able to find the words as an orgasm blew through me at the thought that he was holding back.

He started thrusting harder then, and I cried out again and again as waves of pleasure coursed through my entire body. My own hips bucked in time to his own. We were both in a frenzy, both unable to contain our wild lust for one another. And then, at last, he paused and looked into my eyes before dropping his head to the crook of my neck and kissing the tender skin there. He came inside me with a long groan that caused my own orgasm to meet his.

For a while afterward, neither of us moved.

My head rested against Beau’s chest, one arm draped across his stomach while his fingers traced lazy patterns along my back. I could hear his heartbeat beneath my ear; it nearly lulled me to sleep.

I smiled into his chest. For once my mind and body were on the same page—there was no war, just peace.

“Stay tonight.” The words came quietly from Beau.

I looked up. “Are you asking me to spend the night?”

“Yeah.”

“Meme’s going to know.”

“Carson, you’re twenty-five.”

“You don’t understand Meme.”

“I’ve met Meme.”

“Then you should be more afraid.”

“I’ll take my chances.”

I thought about home. Then about the prosthetic beside Beau’s bed. My dress somewhere near the foot of it. My creamer in his refrigerator.

“Okay.”

His arm tightened around me. “Really?”

“I’m staying.”

Beau kissed my forehead.

We eventually showered and found our way back to the kitchen for water. I wore one of his T-shirts, which fell nearly to mid-thigh. Beau stared at me in his kitchen, barefoot and drowning in his shirt.

“What now?”

“Nothing.”

“You’re staring.”

“I’ve decided I like my clothes better on you.”

“How original.”

“I stand by it.”

I couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled from my chest at his goofy grin.