Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 107673 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107673 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
I eased off him, nodding my understanding, but I really didn’t get it. Who knew I was an exhibitionist at heart? My attention was drawn to the smooth skin stretched over Beau’s jawline, framing lips that promised a captivating experience.
“You have to be the strong one,” Beau said. My nose trailed over the sensual path my lips had just taken. “Get us to the hotel.”
“You’re not going to change your mind?” I asked against his ear.
“No. Never again.” He swiftly turned me by the hips to guide me down the road. “Where’re we parked?”
Desire raced wantonly throughout my body. My nerve endings sizzled, humming against my skin until it all landed squarely in my cock. I ignored his question, keeping his hand in mine. “The first one’s gonna come fast,” I said over my shoulder to Beau.
“Same with me. Your ass is a thing of beauty.”
“What you did tonight took strength. You made a grand statement,” I said, giving a side eye glance to better read Beau’s thoughts.
“Not that much strength,” Beau murmured, watching my ass. I had forgotten how he’d do that when we were younger. “I didn’t look back to see how everyone took it.”
“I only had eyes for you,” I said, again with the side eye. “We’re gonna be fine. You’ll be away from here when the gossip spreads.”
“Probably not. I bet half the town knows by now,” he quipped. Surprisingly, he didn’t seem upset about that.
I let it be enough for now. We’d face the repercussions together. Love was in the air. I was back in the sex game. I had a lot of years to make up for. I tucked my bottom lip between my teeth as we parted ways at the car, he to the passenger side, me to the driver’s side. My suit coat tossed carelessly in the back. The thrill of what was to come was almost too much to handle.
The ride to the hotel felt like an eternity. I had to navigate the road and Beau’s advances at every stoplight. He was octopus worthy, growing eight hands that were all over me in the best possible way. I loved it even if our safety was in jeopardy with each mile driven.
I parked near the hotel’s front doors. The grip Beau used on my hand held the perfect balance of possessiveness and desire. I sensed we’d be a couple who held hands.
A couple. We were finally where we should have been five days ago. Beau locked a hand on my forearm, keeping me from leaving the car even after I opened my door.
“Kiss me,” he whispered.
“You have to let me go so we can go inside.”
Beau leaned in further for a kiss, but I dodged him. My guy wanted me, but we had to get to the room. What a thrilling dilemma to be in.
“Inside. Now.” I escaped his reach and left the car, taking long quick strides to the hotel’s sliding glass doors. Midway there, Beau’s heavy steps echoed behind me.
Once he reached me, his muscular arms roughly circled my waist, tugging me against his chest. Whoa, I was going to enjoy being manhandled in the bedroom. Goosebumps sprang to my skin. My love meter skyrocketed to untamable levels. When Beau’s lips latched onto my neck, my eyes did a backflip in my head. And then I was lifted off my feet as if I weighed nothing. His thick, hard cock rammed against my slacks-covered crease.
Jesus. He’d leave a lasting mark in a spot tough to hide, but honestly, I didn’t care. Over the years, I found myself envious of such a simple telltale sign that meant someone loved them.
“Quit teasing and take me inside,” I insisted. Beau didn’t let me go but loosened his lips and walked us toward the doors. “You can put me down,” I murmured. Instead, he buried his nose in the short strands of my hair.
“It’s been so long,” Beau whispered huskily.
“Then put me down so we can end the drought,” I urged.
He reluctantly complied. We both took hurried steps, side by side. The night staff’s greeting hung in the air, going unanswered. Beau’s insistent energy created a buzzing in my ears, sharpening my focus just like he had done when he first returned. Thankfully, the elevator door opened with a press of the call button. I stepped in. Beau was close behind, exuding a predator vibe.
“Our room’s just around the corner.”
“I like foreplay,” Beau whispered.
What a happy surprise. I flashed a cheeky grin. His words were pure gold. “I do too.” Perhaps all our non-bedroom adventures would be filled with kisses, caresses, and not-suitable-for-work touches in anticipation of our alone time.
He caged me in, lavishing my mouth as if his life depended on our intimacy. Since I was to be the responsible one, I focused on the dings from the call button.