Page 129 of Surly Sheriff
She moved her hands over his back, reacquainting herself with the muscular contours. Beau took pride in his body, and it showed in the firm ridges and planes.
He brushed his hands over her cheeks and forehead, smoothing her hair from her face, his eyes wandering across her features. “You’re so beautiful. And I love your hair like this. All long and dark and silky.” He shifted, trailing his mouth across her breasts, sucking, nipping, licking, desire zinging straight to her core. He continued to lavish kisses across her stomach, drawing a protest from her, because dammit, it wasticklish.
Laughing wickedly, he dragged his tongue along her skin above the band of her pajama shorts before tugging them from her hips and down her legs. He stood briefly to pull the cotton over her feet. He settled back on the bed, kissing her knees and thighs. Her hip bones.
Beau paused at the scar and his eyes flicked to hers for a nanosecond before continuing his path of fiery arousal.
She moaned, sliding her fingers through his hair as his mouth closed over her aching center, playing sweet havoc with the sensitive area. Snagging her lip with her teeth, she whimpered when he suckled her. “So good. So good.”
He hummed, increasing his tempo, moving his tongue in a rhythm that made her gasp and call out incoherently. He brought her up fast, and her orgasm rolled through her with a rush of heat.
“Beau.”
He lifted his head and grinned. “Rae?”
She returned the grin and beckoned with her finger. “More. C’mere.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He hauled himself up and over her body, entering her with a slow and deliberate move.
Stretching her. Filling her.
She began moving, matching his leisurely rhythm. “Beau. Beau,” she chanted.
He moaned, his fingers clasping hers beside her head. “You feel so fucking good, baby.” He claimed her mouth with drugging kisses. Kisses that reached right into her soul, filling her with the love he lavished on her with every swipe of his tongue and thrust of his hips.
She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper. And deeper still. He picked up his pace, and she started to climb, the precipice so close. “Come with me,” she begged, wanting that precious union when two people fell over the edge of bliss together.
He lifted his head, thrusting harder, his breathing ragged, his fingers gripping tighter. “Raegan,” he groaned.
“Beau. Arghhh,” she called out, incoherent, feeling the next rush of pleasure surge through her. He stiffened, his neck taut, and his face a grimace of pleasure, his release filling her. Their movements stilled, and Beau held his torso aloft for a long beat as they stared at each other in wonder.
“That was …” He trailed off, and his mouth morphed into a satisfied grin.
“Splendid,” she supplied, grabbing hold of his arms, matching his grin.
He collapsed and buried his face in her neck. “Yeah.”
Hands trailing up and down his back, she whispered, “I love you.”
He moved to the side, and she decried the loss of his weight. “Shh.” He kissed her on the lips. “Just fetching a cloth to clean up.”
She frowned. “Oh.” Her eyes met his. “We didn’t use a condom.”
“Yeah. Didn’t even cross my mind.”
It hadn’t crossed hers, either. “I’m clean, Beau,” she rushed to assure him. “I haven’t been with anyone since …”
“Same here.” He lifted off the bed and padded across the room.
She lay still, gaping after him. His admission surprised,thrilledher.
Like him never seeking a divorce. Well within his rights to file on grounds of desertion, any judge would’ve granted it without hesitation.
Yet he’d remained married.
And faithful.
“Why?” she asked when he walked back into the room.
