Page 83 of When You Wish Upon a Wideout

“You’d scream my namehere,” he growled against Sienna’s ear. His fingers found the fabric of her underwear. “I’d rip these offhere.”

“Do it,” Sienna challenged with her words and body as she grinded harder into him.

Beau shook his head and kissed her, swallowing her moan. Sienna leaned into him with every part of her—mouth to mouth, her center, warm and wet through the flimsy underwear against his. But Beau pulled his head back just enough to run his tongue along the inside of her parted lips.

“No.” He shook his head, fighting every urge to pull Sienna’s underwear to the side and sink deeply into her. “You asked for the rest of the times.”

A groan of objection floated from Sienna’s body when Beau dropped his grip on her wrists and backed up to let her body slide down. But he spun her so her back was to his chest, her ass to his lap. With a firm grip on her waist, he pushed Sienna to the window until her body pressed flush against the glass.

“Here,” he growled, moving Sienna’s hair to the side and pulling so she would look up. The straining beneath Beau’s boxer briefs throbbed painfully when his teeth found her earlobe, biting the sensitive flesh before running his tongue over it. “I’d make you see more stars than these.”

Pressing one hand between Sienna’s shoulder blades, he pushed her forward, overwhelmed seeing his name embroidered on her back. He traced the blue letters while his other hand crept around her waist, cupping her through the lace underwear. Their breaths panted in sync until Sienna’s hitched in the back of her throat when Beau slipped a finger beneath the lace and inside of her.

“Mine,” he said, leaning his head against his name on her back as she moved against his hand. “Fuck,” he groaned.

Sienna reached back, winding her fingers into his hair when his hand abandoned her back, slipping beneath his jersey and finding the smooth skin of her stomach before greedily letting her breast fill his palm.

“Do it, Beau,” Sienna panted, but when he added another finger her challenge turned into a plea. “Please.”

Beau couldn’t ignore the need in Sienna’s voice. He lifted his head, watching her hand slam against the window for more leverage. Her fingers spread along the glass, lining up with the brightest stars in the sky.

“Wish it,” Beau ordered. His hand left her chest and traveled up her neck to turn Sienna’s head to the side, trying to see as much of her as possible. “Like you did that night.Wishit,” he growled. “Exactly how you did. Because if you don’t, I’m about to take you here against the window and that’s not how this starts.”

“Why not?” Sienna panted with a whine as her pulse pounded beneath his thumb with the same force he was holding back from using on her.

Beau fought to still his fingers. “I’ve waited my entire life for this. You. Head to toe. Inside out. And I’ll be damned if I can’t see your face and feel every inch of your body the moment I slip in here.” He pressed the heel of his palm harder against her and Sienna moaned.

“Don’t take that from me, Sienna. I’d never forgive you.”

The next tug Beau gave Sienna’s hair allowed him to see a little more of her face. But it still wasn’t enough. Beau tightened his jaw, patiently panting until she spoke.

“I wish you’d make love to me.”

Sienna had been looking at Beau and not the sky when she said it, but all it did was light a fire of determination in him like never before, and Beau wasted no time making that wish come true exactly how Sienna deserved.

Nothing had ever been more important, not football, not goals and dreams of ghosts and demons. The only thing that mattered was the way Sienna’s hair fell against his pillow like a halo, the way her eyes squinted but didn’t shut the moment he slid inside her, or how it felt like she was hugging every part of him—including his heart—from within as she caged him in her warmth.

His strokes were slow and forceful, Sienna’s kisses deep, but her hands frantically moved and clutched at him—his back, shoulders, and his face, which she grasped firmly between her soft hands. Her eyes snapped shut.

“Look at me,” Beau panted, trying to find words beneath a cloud of lust. But Sienna didn’t, her eyes still shut, her head turned to the side. He lifted a hand, grabbing her cheek with force, his focus on soft and gentle long abandoned. “This. You’re going to give me this.Lookat me,” he commanded.

Beau was frantic to see every part of her the moment she let go and surrendered. With a forceful rock of his hips, he drew a moan from Sienna and gathered her full attention, her eyes opening. Beau’s hand left her face and returned to the bed, lifting his body to hover higher over hers, so he could see every part of her writhing and clenching as she teetered tightly around him.

“This,” he said between thrusts, “is on my wish list.”

“Watch,” Sienna whispered hoarsely, nails sinking into the flesh of his arms. “And feel.”

Beau had never seen anything more beautiful than the intensity behind her green eyes that flashed as she let go, surrendering in delicious spasms Beau continued to chase. He dropped his head, burying his face into her neck and painted the valley with the roar of his release.

Wish list.

chapterthirteen

“Don’t.”Beau grabbed the duvet Sienna was pulling up her body. “If you’re cold, I’ll warm you up. If you want to hide, don’t. I waited a lifetime to see this body.” He trailed his lips from her shoulder, lingering in the dip of her back before playfully sinking his teeth into the top of her ass cheek. “I’ve got a lot of ogling to make up for.”

Turning on her side, Sienna propped herself up on her elbow when Beau returned to the head of the bed.

“It’s a little different from the one you probably ogled as a teenager.” She glanced down at the faded, silver stretch marks, the scar that brought a stubborn Grace into the world.

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