Page 94 of The Path To Us

He plunges two fingers inside me, his thumb pressed to my clit while he sucks a nipple into his mouth and I cry out.

“Shit!”

“That’s it, baby. Give me everything you’ve got. I’m gonna make you come so hard you’ll feel the tingles tomorrow.”

I lick my lips and slap at the bed, twisting beneath him, needing the release but wanting to withhold it at the same time.

He grows hard against my thigh and I wiggle more, hoping he gets the picture.

“Inside me. Now.”

“Demanding little thing.”

“I know you’re ready and you want it, too.” I reach between us and grip him, proving my point.

“I don’t have the will power to tell you no.”

“Good.”

He flips us over again and I straddle him, positioning myself over him and slamming down.

“Ahh!”

“Fuck yes, baby. Ride me.”

Rising up on my haunches, I hold onto his shins behind me and move my body up and down with his hands under my ass to help guide me.

“So good,” I whimper, head thrown back.

He knifes up, sucking a nipple into his mouth and wrapping my legs around his waist, fists my hair and tugs. With access to my neck, he goes wild. Kissing and sucking and licking everywhere he can while our hips move. I keep riding him and he keeps pistoning back and forth until we’re both crying out through our release.

His deep growl that he finishes by biting my shoulder.

Mine a scream so loud I’m afraid my neighbors can hear.

After a bit, he lies back and I fall forward, draping my body over his. We’re sweaty and the scent of sex is heavy in the air. My hair is tangled and skin is flushed.

Beau’s calloused hands grip my waist and slip me off him.

“I have nothing left in me. You’re insatiable.”

I giggle. “You started it.”

He swings his legs off the bed and stands up, walks to the bathroom, and comes back with a wet washcloth. “I suppose that means I have to finish it then, huh?”

I preen at his attention, letting him clean himself off me.

“That’s sexy as hell, Addy. Seeing the results of us together slide out of you like that. You make me like a caveman.”

When he looks up at me something in my expression shifts his own. “Shit. You like that, too.”

I nod, incapable of speaking.

“We wasted a lot of years,” he says quietly. “I’m not going to let that get to us and ruin what we have now. We might have missed out on that time together, but that doesn’t mean we can’t make up for it.”

“Is that why you said you wouldn’t care if I got pregnant?”

“Part of it,” he admits. “The rest of it I’ll explain over breakfast. Up you go,” he says, helping me stand and tossing me his t-shirt. I slide it over my head and pause, taking in a deep breath in the process.

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