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God, Beau had been something else last night. It was as if all that power that was him had been let off its leash. I’d never experienced anything like what he’d done to me. How incredibly he’d worked my body, like he was a musical prodigy and I was his instrument. I’d come so hard I’d actually seen stars.
My eyes slammed closed, but the image of him above me in all his glorious naked perfection was pinned to the backs of my eyelids. I could still recall how his muscles strained as he fucked me with everything he had, the bulge in his arms, the wayhis abdominals clenched. I could still hear the sounds he made when he buried himself inside me and?—
“Shit,” I squeaked before slamming a hand over my mouth. I held my breath and turned my head slowly, taking in the man sleeping in my bed beside me.
Shit, shit, shit. I’d let him fuck me without a condom.
It wasn’t that I was worried about pregnancy or anything. It was the power I’d handed to him by letting him come inside me bare. That was something I’d never done before. In my mind, that was a kind of intimacy a person only shared with someone they trusted implicitly, and I’d handed it over to him on a whim.
I’d gotten so swept up in feeling instead of thinking, that I’d done it again. I’d given this man even more of me to break into a million tiny pieces. I didn’t know what the hell it was about him that had me throwing caution to the wind and doing things I’d sworn to myself over and over I’d never do again.
Being careful not to make a sound, I slipped from beneath Beau’s iron grip and slid out of bed, padding across the floor as quickly and quietly as possible as I slipped the top drawer of my dresser opened and snatched out a pair of panties before tiptoeing to the bathroom and easing the door closed.
“God, Presley. You freaking idiot,” I hissed at myself as I slipped the underwear up my legs and covered the rest of my body with the fuzzy robe hanging on the back of my bathroom door. Moving to the sink, I twisted the knob for the cold water and splashed it on my heated cheeks before bracing my palms on the vanity and taking in my reflection for the first time.
Mascara from the night before was smudged beneath my eyes. My lips were puffy and red from the volatile kisses, my cheeks still held a tinge of pink, and through the small gap in my robe, I noticed faint bruise-colored marks on my neck and chest.
“Holy shit,” I whispered, grabbing the lapels and separating them farther. Sure enough, my chest was riddled with mouth-sized marks all the way down to my nipples.
My face heated as that persistent tug between my thighs returned because I knew exactly when he left those marks and how fuckinggoodit felt.
“Jesus, Pres. Get your shit together,” I warned into the mirror. The sex had been out of this world. So what? It didn’t matter, because if the past had taught me anything, it was that the other shoe was currently dangling in the air, just waiting to drop. After all, that was what always happened.
Panic gripped my chest, squeezing it until it felt nearly impossible to pull in a full breath. What had happened last night was so much worse than all the other times. I’d let those goddamn walls down, even though I knew better, but what had happened after that wasn’t just sex. It was so much more than that, and I knew when he flipped the switch on me, the fallout was going to be so much worse than the other times. There was no coming out of this unscathed. I only had one choice. Instead of waiting for that fucking shoe, I had to be the one to drop it.
I didn’t know how I was going to do that. And I sure as hell wasn’t ready for it. Unfortunately, when I slowly crept out of the bathroom a few minutes later, I discovered my time was up when I looked over to the bed and found Beau sitting up, his chest and stomach on full display. The covers were pooled at his waist and his knees were bent, arms propped on top of them.
But the real kicker was the smile stretched across his face the moment our eyes met. He looked so sleepy and rumpled, and... God! It was unfair how beautiful the man was.
“Come back to bed, Bubbles. It’s too early.”
“I, um...” I swallowed thickly, clutching my robe closed at my neck. I really wished his offer wasn’t so damn tempting.“Sorry. Once I’m up, I’m up. I’d toss and turn, and you’d never get back to sleep.”
He stretched his legs out, giving me an unobstructed view of those sexy stacks of ab muscles. “That’s fine. Because I have no intention of letting you get back to sleep anyway.”
My pussy throbbed like it had a heartbeat, but I gritted my teeth against the growing arousal and stood my ground. “Um, I-I—” I started, but before I could make an excuse, he threw the covers back and stood from the bed, completely comfortable with his nakedness as he prowled toward me. Though, in fairness, he had every right to be.
“God, I can still taste you,” he rasped, his voice like gravel, low and rumbly and totally seductive. “Never felt anything like that last night, baby. That was...fuck,” he hissed. “I’m addicted to you.”
He stopped so close I could feel his heat seeping through the protective layer of my robe. His long, thick cock was already hard, straining toward me as he lifted his hands to cradle either side of my neck, tracing my jawline with his thumbs. “I need you again,” he said quietly. “I’m going to take you back to bed and spend the entire day doing all the things to you I’ve dreamed of doing.”
His mouth descended, and as much as I craved his kiss, I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t let myself go down that road again. I knew exactly how painfully things would end for me, and I refused to put myself in that position.
I turned my head at the last moment, causing his lips to graze along my cheek. “Beau, um...” I took a step back, wrapping my arms around my stomach protectively. “I don’t—I’m not so sure that’s a good idea.”
“Really? Because I think it sounds like a fucking brilliant idea.” He reached for me again, that smile of his nearly making me cave, but I moved out of his reach, causing his brow tofurrow. He bent, grabbing his boxer briefs off the floor and sliding them up his tree-trunk thighs, concealing the hard-on he was still sporting behind the tight black fabric. “Baby, what is it? Are you sore? We can take it easy if that’s what you need. I could make us some breakfast while you soak in a bath. How’s that sound?”
It sounded perfect. Too good to be true, as the past had taught me.
“No, Beau. That’s not—” I shook my head, struggling to piece my words together. “That’s not what I mean. What I mean is, last night shouldn’t have happened in the first place. We can’t do this again.”
“What the fuck? Presley, what’s going on?” His hand came out for me again, and instead of moving backward another step, I rounded the bed, putting it and the whole space of the room between us. His arms fell to his sides, his hands clenching and flexing into fists. “What the hell is this? Why are you running from me?”
I let out a breath of frustration and anxiety. It felt like there was a war waging inside me, one side wanting to give in, to feel myself wrapped up and lost in him all over again, while the other side was sounding the warning signal so loud it sounded like a fog horn going off in my head. “Look, last night was... great?—”
“Goddamn right it was,” he gritted. “Best sex of my life, so why is it you won’t let me touch you right now?”
I ignored his question and the warmth that bloomed in my belly at hearing him say it was the best. I kept telling myself it didn’t matter, this was about self-preservation. “But it was a mistake.”
