Page 82 of When You Wish Upon a Wideout

“Tell me,” she demanded. “What was the first time like?” When Sienna rocked her hips, Beau immediately slid his hands to the tie to loosen it. “Where were we?” When Beau didn’t—and couldn’t—answer, she stepped back, fighting his hold. “Tell me.”

“Bed,” he breathed out, grunting when she shoved him down onto the sofa now behind him.

Sienna smirked. “So, not the couch?”

Practically heaving, Beau shook his head. “Are you punishing me with the coat? Take it off and come here.” He was desperate for close contact.

“Tell me more,” she said, sweeping her long blonde hair to the side. “I want to know how you imagined it.” She unfastened the top button under the collar and then the one beneath it. “What was I wearing?”

Beau swallowed heavily over his pounding pulse and shook his head. “You were ready to ride me on a motorcycle in the middle of a street, and now we have a moment to ourselves, you’re making me work for it? Quit fucking around and get your ass over here.” He watched her pouty mouth morph into a proud grin and shifted, adjusting himself.Before I bust out of my pants,he thought.

Sienna stepped between his legs but didn’t sink into Beau’s lap. She leaned forward, taking the bottom of his T-shirt, and pulled it over his head, tossing it to the side before straightening. Beau’s hands pressed into his jean-clad thighs, the pants now tighter, and he gripped the carpet with his toes when Sienna stepped out of reach.

Sienna tilted her head. “What was I wearing, Beau?”

“Nothing,” he grunted through clenched teeth.

“I couldn’t think about what to get you for Valentine’s Day,” Sienna said, untying the belt and fumbling with the buttons. “What do you get the guy who has it all?”

Of course she’s naked,Beau thought, gnawing on the inside of his cheek and bracing himself for the moment he had been waiting for.

But instead of a smooth, bare stomach and full breasts, Beau found familiar shiny white fabric that hit her upper thigh. He trailed his eyes to the star on her chest, continuing up to her shoulders where he saw his number—sixteen—embroidered on both shoulders.

“Wish list?” she asked with a tiny grin.

Beau released the flesh of his cheek and ran his tongue over his lip. “Wish list.”

She nudged his thighs further open with her knee and bent, reaching for his belt buckle. “You probably weren’t wearing jeans, am I right?”

A bead of sweat formed on Beau’s brow, watching as Sienna loosened his belt and popped open the button of his pants. Involuntarily, his hips lifted as Sienna tugged them off his legs. Unable to take it anymore, Beau forcefully grabbed Sienna’s waist, then slid his hands under his jersey, where he found her bare ass and a thin band of underwear. He gripped her hard, yanking her to his lap, bringing a surprised giggle from her mouth before she quieted, dragging her lips along Beau’s jaw.

She whispered in his ear, “Were we like this?”

The gentle circling of Sienna’s hips made Beau’s hands slide along her velvety skin, and when her movement changed, still slow but even more deliciously deliberate, Beau let out a soft moan into her neck.

“Sometimes,” he admitted, tugging the jersey aside so his tongue had space to taste the dip of her collarbone. He tried to stifle the groan that Sienna drew moving against his length.

Sienna brought her hands behind Beau’s head, adding pressure, making each kiss firmer to match the force of her hips.

“Sometimes?” Her voice was hoarse, as if she had been screaming with the same intensity that filled the room. “What about the rest of the times?”

Beau tilted his head up to look at her. Sienna’s eyes were fluttering shut, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip.

You don’t even know, Beau thought, wondering how many times he had wished to be in this exact position and more—innocent teenage fantasies that grew more mature and intense, more graphic. But some things stayed the same, like how Beau imagined Sienna’s skin would taste—candied and creamy—orhowwarm and hot she would feel sliding against him as she was now.

Sienna was everything Beau had dreamed about and more.

“Tell me,” Sienna said, the decade-plus of wanting and longing breaking her voice.

She mewled when Beau’s mouth pressed firmly to her chest, dampening the fabric covering the peak of her nipple. “Tell me,” she repeated.

Beau was hell-bent on ignoring her.Leave me.Let me just be where I’ve always wanted to be.But Sienna’s next whimper of his name, coupled with her fingers in his hair, winding and pulling—fighting her own body and his—made Beau give in. Sienna said his name, not with just a need for pleasure but a need toknowthat she was the thing that had occupied his mind, body, and soul.

“Not only here.”

The whimper Sienna let out turned into a gasp when Beau rose from the couch, taking her with him. Her legs squeezed his waist, and she yelped when he slammed her against the wall.

“Here,” Beau panted into her neck, nipping at the skin. Sienna’s chest beat against his with heavy breathing when he pinned her wrists above her head with one of his hands. “I’d fuck you here.” Beau’s free hand traveled down Sienna’s body, gripping her ass as he rocked his hips up, making her gasp.

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