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I sigh. “I don’t really talk to my parents much. It’s complicated.” Which is my code for, “Please don’t pry.”
To my surprise, he rolls with it. “My family pisses me off more than most people can, but I cannot imagine not being in contact with them. I’m sorry, Elsie. That sucks.”
Before I can say anything, thunder and lightning crack the air, which smells like corn. Rainstorms always smell that way to me. “It’s about to rain.”
“We should probably hurry back.”
“Yeah.” So, we turn back for my place, but it’s too late. The summer rain hits fast and we’re caught in it until we get under an awning near the B&B. I laugh at the situation, but I am soaked to the bone and shivering. The awning is barely blocking the rain from us.
Beau wrings out his Henley. “I think we’re fighting a losing battle.”
“Yeah, I’d say so. The rain is almost blowing sideways.”
We huddle closer beneath the store’s awning, and his warmth helps. But then his hands are on my shoulders, rubbing up and down. “Better?”
“Yeah, thanks.”
Suddenly, his hands slow to a stop, and he stares into my eyes. He’s wet and handsome and giving me that look, and I know what’s coming. And I’m not going to fight it. I want this. He leans in just a little, but then stops himself. His hands drop away. “Maybe we should just be cold. Safer that way for us. I think.”
But I grab his collar and pull him to my lips. He tastes like summer rain, and I cannot get enough. Between kisses, I murmur, “I don’t give a fuck about safer, Beau.” He takes me in his arms and presses my back against the brick wall, before kissing me dizzy.
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24
ELSIE
I’m not sure who started it, but we hold hands as we run through the rain toward my place. No words are spoken, and all I can hear is the downpour along with the slap of wet shoes on puddles. We get to the B&B and rush through the main door to get to my room. As soon as I close the door, he lifts my hair and kisses the back of my neck. His warm lips on my cold wet skin sends my racing pulse even higher.
Beau turns me around to face him and kisses my mouth, my chin, my throat. I hold him to me, longing to feel his body on mine. He leans close to my ear and whispers, “Are you sure about this?”
“Yes.” There is no hesitation, no second thought. Whatever the consequences, I’ll take them. I need this.
He stands back and peels off his Henley. Not that the wet white garment concealed much after being soaked through, but even so, I did not expect him to be quite as ripped as he is. His thin layer of dark chest hair suits him.
I step forward and yank my sweater over my head, tossing it someplace. He charges at me, eyes all over my body. Beau kisses me again and carefully walks me backwards to the bed until the back of my knees touch the edge. I lie down and realize my white shorts were a mistake. Hopefully, no one but Beau saw how sheer they became in the storm. My pale blue panties are on full display now.
Beau takes his jeans off and stands naked in front of me. I lunge for him, but he shakes his head. With his eyes on mine, he unbuttons my shorts and drags them down my legs. He plants kisses on my thighs as he comes back up, and as he does, I lie back. He kisses my stomach and ribs until he reaches my lips again. He lays on top of me, and the weight of him feels so good. But I’m still in my underwear and bra, and I deeply want not to be.
To my surprise, Beau nibbles his way down again, licking the tops of my breasts, the only exposed part. I murmur, “Let me take it off,” but he smiles and shakes his head. He kisses me there one more time, before he rears back and rolls me onto my stomach. As the rain comes down, he gently presses his lips to my back and neck while he unclips my bra. Once it’s undone, he kisses the newly available skin and transitions to my low back. He pinches the sides of my underwear and pulls them off of me and stands up.
I hadn’t expected him to pull away once I was naked, so I turn around onto my elbows. He stares down at me for a breath. I can’t take it. “What is it, Beau?”
“You’re so damned beautiful.”
I smile and in an instant, he’s on me again. Only this time, his mouth is on one nipple, while his fingers are on the other. I go molten, writhing for him, begging, “I need you inside me.”
He groans and grabs my legs to belt them around his waist. I cling to him that way and hold onto his neck, as he nudges into me. Beau takes his time—there’s no rush now. No plunging. He rocks his length in and out while we kiss and stare and moan together. The filling stretch of it makes me quake in his arms, and every time I shake harder, he kisses me deeper. Finally, he’s all the way inside, and I am on the verge.
This isn’t Jimmy Wayne in the back of a pickup truck, and this isn’t a casual singular hookup in an office. This is two adults, knowing exactly what is at stake and going for it anyway. This means something. I’m just not sure what exactly that is.
Beau scoops beneath my hips and drives us up the bed until my head hits the pillow. Once there, he slows down even more. His thrusts aren’t reckless and wild like the first time. Each movement is tender, sweeter. He touches my cheek and watches my face as he rolls himself into me. It’s like he’s fascinated by what he sees. I don’t get it, and yet I do.
When I cock my hips up at him to meet his thrusts, his lips part and he groans, and I could get addicted to watching him make that face. But I pull him back to my mouth, and when the thunder rolls in the distance, I feel it in my bones. Something big is coming.
It’s hard not to get up in my head during sex sometimes. Most times. But with Beau, he has all my attention. Watching his lip curl when something feels good, tasting his sweat as we kiss. I memorize his face when I gently push his shoulder, and somehow, he knows what that means. He wraps his arms around me and rolls until I’m on top of him.
I like this view of him. Flat on his back, his muscles pop out even more. But better than that, he looks elated for me to be on top. My hair is doing that mermaid thing when it hangs in front of my breasts, and he grabs my hips to drive me back and forth on him. But I take his hands and lace my fingers between his, and he uses that to pull me down to him. I lie on his chest, and we kiss more while I ride him.
