Page 67 of Sweet Surrender
Taylor’s pulse thudded in her ears as she went inside the cabin and spotted the light shining under the closed door from her bedroom. She paused for a moment before she tiptoed over and pressed her ear against the door, listening.
“What did I say, Taylor?” His voice came through the door and she gasped, leaping back.
After a beat, she replied. “You warned me.”
“And what are you doing, Taylor?” His voice was calm but there was a layer of anticipation in his tone that caused her own to spike. “I’ll give you until I count to one. Five…”
Was this what she wanted?
“Four…”
Absolutely it was. There was no denying it anymore.
“Three…”
Consequences, schmonsequences.
She reached for the door handle but it flew open and there he was. Facing her down, all need and hot aggression.
“Get in here,” he growled. “This game we’ve been playing ends tonight.”
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He pulled her into the bedroom, slamming the door behind them.
“How drunk are you?” he asked, decency belatedly kicking in.
“I tried real hard but I’m not very drunk at all,” she nibbled her lip. He looked at her skeptically but her eyes were clear and she wasn’t swaying or slurring. She looked at him from under her thick lashes and ran her hands up his chest.
“I want this, Beau, are you gonna let me have it?” Her nails scraped him through the thin material of his t-shirt, heat rippling up his spine.
“Fuck yes.” He wrapped his arms around her waist and twisted them, falling back onto the bed and pulling her on top of him. Her hair tumbled around them, a red curtain he buried his face into and inhaled. “You always smell amazing, that scent has driven me crazy for weeks.”For years…
He brushed the strands over her shoulder and peered up into her face, capturing her eyes with his.
“It’s just this once,” she said, her breath coming in a rush. He watched her for a moment, thinking. Once was better than never. Maybe it was for the best if it was just once, to get it out of their system.
He nodded then cupped her jaw and rubbed the pad of his thumb across her plump bottom lip, wishing it was his tongue instead. Her warm breath coated him before her lips puckered against his skin in a soft kiss. His stomach clenched, her lips were like silk, just as he remembered. God, he wanted to kiss her but he knew if he pushed it, it would only ruin things. His cock hardened underneath her and she hit him with a devastating smile.Christ, this is really happening…
She leaned back, placing her hands on the bed, pressing her full weight on him. The pressure on his arousal had him biting back a groan of pleasure. He ran his hands up her thighs, squeezing them, moving to her ass and plumping the round cheeks in his hands.
She stripped her leather dress over her head, leaving her in just a pink bra and panties. His eyes drank her in, memorizing her creamy skin and the slight swell of her breasts, big enough to fill his palm, the nipped-in waist and the flare of her hips. Tattoos scattered across her skin, flowers adorned her, an anchor hidden between the petals. His eyes were drawn to the watercolor hummingbird wrapped around her ribcage and the gold ring through her belly button winked at him in the light. She was exquisite.
“Now you,” she said. His stomach dropped. He didn’t want her to see the body he’d damaged, didn’t want her to stare at him in disgust, ruining this moment that had been building between them for so long.
“In a minute,” he stalled and pulled her down to him, running his hands over her back. He didn’t know what to do with his mouth, his instinct was to kiss her but not being able to was a new kind of torture. Especially when he had done it before, he knew how she felt, how she tasted and he was dying for another hit. He settled for her neck, sliding his tongue over the pulse pounding away and gently sucking. A curse slipped from her off-limits mouth and she rolled her hips, grinding down on him. He thrust up to meet her, their moans filling the room.
Her hips settled into a slow, teasing roll that had him seeing stars and meeting her with a lift of his hips each time. Fuck, he couldn’t take much more.He’d imagined this moment a thousand different ways but this was so much better than any fantasy he could conjure, because tonight, even if it was for one night only, she was finally, blissfullyhis.
Beau nibbled her neck and unsnapped her bra, drawing the straps down her shoulders. She sat up again, her lips swollen, her eyes glazed with pleasure. She drew her bra away and his eyes dropped to take her in. Creamy silk and mouth-watering blushed nipples that he needed to taste. He sat up, his hands pressed into her back, pulling her to him and he flicked his tongue over the tip of her breast.
She gasped and plunged her fingers into his hair, holding him to her. He licked and sucked as she squirmed in his lap but he needed more. He tunneled his hand into her panties, hissing when he discovered how hot and wet she was, just for him. He stroked over her damp curls and slid a finger inside her. She cried out, her body clenching around him like it never wanted to let him go.I could stay like this forever.
“My beautiful princess,” he murmured, watching her face twist with pleasure. He dipped his head and licked her other nipple. When her grip on him finally relaxed he slid another finger inside and curled them, hitting the spot that had her head dropping back, her mouth open as little moans slipped out.
He lifted her, pulling her panties down her legs, ripping them slightly in his haste but he didn’t care, they were stopping him from getting to what he wanted. He watched as he slid his fingers in and out of her, then slicked his thumb up over her clit.
“Beau…” she moaned.
