Page 27 of Surly Sheriff
A box of condoms.
“Figured we might need them,” he said, his breath warm against her neck as his hands settled on her hips. “If not tonight, then pretty soon.”
Relief rushed through her. Followed by a flood of desire. She clenched her core, wet and needy. “Tonight,” she whispered, twisting, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Definitely tonight.”
“Yeah?” He moved in, pushing her against the counter.
They melded together. Thighs, hips, chest.
The bulge in his jeans pressed against her lower abdomen.
She flexed her hips. He groaned and smashed his mouth to hers, simultaneously lifting her onto the counter. She hooked her legs around his waist, thrusting herself against his hard length. The thin material of her yoga pants offered no padding, and she moaned and thrust again.
His tongue speared into her mouth, and she sucked him deeper.
It was nothing like their earlier kiss.
This was wet and carnal. Lustful, hungry. A feeding frenzy, both desperate for more, mimicking the act that was to come.
“Fuck, Rae,” he whispered into her mouth.
That sounded wonderful. “Please,” she moaned.
He broke their connection and rested his forehead on hers, his chest heaving. “Sure?”
“Yes,” she gasped, digging her fingers into his scalp, flexing her hips.
Desire, sweet and strong, shot through her. And she couldn’t stop herself from rubbing her tingling core against that hard ridge, needing more. “Hurry, Beau.”
His hands moved from her thighs to the top of her butt cheeks, applying pressure, pulling her from the counter. She crossed her ankles to maintain her grip on him and his hands splayed wide beneath her backside and thighs, catching her.
And in that move, his fingers brushed against her drenched core.
She buried her face in his neck, muffling the cry that escaped her as her body contracted with another spasm.
Then they were moving, and she lifted her head, opening her eyes. “W-wait,” she garbled out.
Beau stopped at the door leading down to the basement, and the sound he uttered could only be described as a whimper.
“Condoms,” she muttered.
“Fuck.” He spun about and adjusted his hold on her, draping her over his shoulder as he strode back to the counter.
She decided she rather enjoyed watching the way his backside looked as he maneuvered them around the kitchen.
And thatevery inch, baby, every inchmight just apply to his body, too.
Beau bounded down the stairs and moved across a dark brown shaggy carpet. The light shining down from the kitchen above faded, and they were surrounded by dark. He stopped and bent forward, and she fell backward onto a soft surface, which she presumed was his bed, and gave a soft laugh as she bounced. “Hurry,” she urged, already tugging at the elastic waistband of her pants.
Beau moved, a mere shadow against the dim backlight.
Rae stiffened, let go of her pants, fighting back the twitch of apprehension.
You’re with Beau. You’re safe.
Click.
Light flooded the room. She heaved a breath of relief, lifted onto her elbows, and looked at Beau concentrating on the small box in his hand. He was picking at the cellophane with his nail, cussing under his breath. Her gaze drifted from him, and she scanned the room.
