Page 46 of Lady Sings the Blues

But he did lie to me. Can I forgive him for that indiscretion? The sight of Beau’s lips descending breaks through my thoughts. As his lips press against mine, there’s no room for consternation. Only sensation. His tongue. Stroking, caressing my own.

Beau breaks outmelt-worthyBeau. I can’t go againstmelt-worthyBeau, there is no going againstmelt-worthyBeau. Dammit again.

I sigh. He hears my sigh, feels it and smiles through the kiss, moving one of his hands to squeeze my butt cheek. He probably thinks I’m swooning. It’s not that, but because I’ve come to a conclusion. That conclusion being I’m more of an idiot than I ever gave myself credit for.

So giving in to this conclusion about myself, giving in to the reality, a reality in which this man really cares for me, I give in to, well, everything. And because the hits just keep on coming, it’s now that the hours of having my lady bits rubbing up against him catch up. Hunger completely forgotten, there’s only one thing I’m hungry for now. Two words. Sounds like smelt-sworthy. Like that, he has me so worked up I’ve already talked myself from a simmer to rolling boil. And we haven’t even gotten to the good stuff yet.

Well, I mean, it’s always good with Beau, but still…Ugh.

So much for my life in Chicago. Because I give him me with one word. “Beau.” Yep, just his name. Of course it left my mouth on a resigned whisper. “Beau…”

“Right here, darlin’.” He chuckles out his response. Really,chuckles.

How dare he? One doesn’t chuckle after unleashing the melty. Look at the state he’s left me in. I’m a rolling boil standing in a parking lot with other cars filled with passengers of the adult and child variety. That pisses me off more. Kids shouldn’t witness his melty and my returning rolling boil.

Folding my arms under my breasts, I clench my jaw and glare hard. “Take me to bed or lose the ability.”

Chuckle gone, the bastard outright laughs. He has a beautifully rich laugh. Similar to the one he had when we were teens, but more mature sounding. A lot of life experience held in that laugh. He drops his hold from my butt to take my hand.

Beau tugs me along behind him, through two sets of glass double doors, inside the hotel coming to a stop in the spacious, brightly lit lobby. Slate gray walls, slate gray and white striped sofas, and a modern, sleek metal and glass chandelier hangs from the ceiling in front of reception.

Check in goes quickly, although the clerk really lays on the compliments for my man.Sorry honey, that’s my melty.

And I don’t even wait for him to close the door to our hotel room before starting to strip. Clothing tossed in a trail, ending up with me sprawled naked across the lush, fluffy white comforter before he ever kicks off his second boot.

There’s real hunger in his eyes as he peruses every inch of my body. “So eager,” Beau says. Though I’m not sure if he meansmeorhim. “My mouth or my cock, darlin’?”

I’ve had it with the waiting. “Any. All. Both. Fuck, I don’t care. Just fuck me, Beau.”

He drops to kneel in front of me, spreading my legs wide and dragging my bottom to rest at the edge of the bed. Planting my heels against his thighs, he cups an arm under and around each of mine, tilting my hips up into the exact position he’s after. Using his luscious mouth to pepper kisses up my inner thighs, nipping then laving his tongue over each spot his teeth grazed, he’s not shy about showing how much he enjoys the feast, groaning out his excitement or approval.

Writhing and squirming, I grip handfuls of comforter just to have something to do with my hands. It’s already too much, and he’s just getting started. From there, Beau’s mouth turns magical, licking, sucking, and nipping exactly where I need his mouth to be. Pure blissful torture the way he goes at me. Slowly and purposeful, and totally in control.

My hips move, grinding down against him because what he’s doing is great, but I need more. Beau’s not in the mood to be rushed, moving his forearm to rest against my pelvis, stilling my hip movements, relentless in his slow punishment.

Like I said, magic.

I can’t hold on as wave after wave of unadulterated pleasure rushes over me, making me come harder than I thought humanly possible. And considering the orgasms he gifted me before I high-tailed it out of town, that’s saying something. Yes, it’s safe to say the man has unprecedented oral skills.

While I’m still riding that euphoric high, I feel him slide inside me.

Oh shit.

With every thrust, he moves us up the bed until my head hits the pillow, never once breaking his rhythm. I’m literally along for the ride. Then repositioning us, he throws one of my legs over each shoulder. Before resuming the festivities, he pauses to kiss me. This one sweet, tender, as he whispers against my lips. “Love you, baby girl.”

Then just like that, he begins overwhelming my senses, building my sexual world up with every pull, only to topple it through every push. Those thick locks, I want to run my fingers through it, rake my fingernails over his scalp until he gives me his approving grunts of pleasure, but he won’t let me, holding my hands above us as he continues the pounding, the frantic.

The slapping of skin is the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard. I feel another orgasm coming on. So close. But before I get the chance to get there, he stops, flips me over to my belly and brings my hands up to hold onto the headboard. From there he lifts my right leg to hook backward around his thigh, and he grinds. The grind alone would do it, but Beau takes me to the next level reaching around to press his finger against my happy spot while lacing the fingers of his other hand through mine still gripping the headboard so we’re gripping it together. And he keeps grinding. I can’t…he just…ohgod.

This is different from anything we’ve ever done before. Slamming my head back against his shoulder, I detonate, my orgasm bomb going off all around him. Again. He won’t let up. Won’t let me recover. Pressing kisses down my neck while he continues to press against my happy spot. His manipulations almost painful, so raw, so sensitive. Yet he won’t let up on the pumping and grinding until he rings out another two orgasms before he finally follows me in post-coital bliss.

Four orgasms in one night.

I’m spent.

The man’s a miracle worker.

Why was I fighting this?

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