Page 63 of Surly Sheriff
He swallowed, placed his hand on the edge, hauled his body out of the water.
She placed her hands on his knees and parted his legs. Exposing him. “Say the words.”
“Say the …?” The penny dropped. “No!”
She met his startled gaze with clear eyes. “You must. Say them, Beau.”
He inhaled a fortifying breath, maintaining eye contact. “Want your mouth on me.” The words were bitter in his mouth. “Now.” He scrutinized her features, watching closely for any sign of alarm.
She blinked and dropped her eyeline, leaning forward. And closed one hand around his dick, placed the other beneath his balls. Then she brushed her thumb over the sensitive head, spreading the drop of pre-cum.
His hips flexed, and his thighs trembled. Her tongue replaced her thumb, and electricity zipped up his groin, his spine, frying his brain. “Baby,” he mumbled.
Her mouth closed over the head, and she took him in, deeper and deeper, her tongue rasping along the underside. She started bobbing. It was messy and graceless, and her rhythm faltered more than once, but it was good.
So fucking good.
His balls tightened. He was close. But there was no way he was finishing in her mouth. “Ease off, baby,” he said, caressing her cheek with the back of his hand.
She obeyed but looked up at him, frowning. “But you haven’t—”
He cupped her chin and wiped the saliva from her lips. “Another time,” he whispered, lowering himself back into the warm water. He pulled her onto his lap, her legs straddling his thighs, his dick hot and throbbing between them. He ran his hands over her back, up to her shoulders, and splayed his fingers. “You okay, baby?”
“Yes. I …” She dropped her stare.
He applied pressure to his fingers, encouraging her to look at him again. “Tell me.”
Her eyes gleamed in the dark. “Doing that … it aroused me.”
He exhaled.Thank fuck.“That’s good. Very good.”
“Yeah.” She smoothed her fingers over his forehead and tunneled into his hair. “What shall we do” — she bit her lip and peered at him under half-mast lids — “about that ache I have deep inside?”
He choked back a laugh. His beautiful and brave Rae-Bae slayed him. “I have a few ideas. Want to hear them?”
“How about you show me instead?”
“Yes, ma’am. It’ll be my pleasure.”
15
Tearing down walls
Kismet’s frantic barking alerted him to Rae’s arrival. “Sorry I’m late,” she called out, rushing across the lawn. The hound ran circles around her, yapping his pleasure at seeing his favorite person after her five-hour absence. Beau understood his enthusiasm.
Rising from the step he’d been sitting on, he replied. “Kiss me and I’ll forgive you.”
She laughed and flung herself against him, banding her arms around his neck.
Beau pulled her closer, lowering his mouth to hers for a long kiss, leaving him straining for more. “Forgiven,” he whispered, lifting his head.
He turned them to face his new home. Closing had taken place a week ago, but the previous owners only moved out yesterday. Rae hadn’t seen the inside yet. Not even when he and Nate did a walkthrough to discuss potential alterations. But before he committed to the changes, he wanted Rae’s opinion. If thingswent according to his master plan, she’d be sharing the place with him.
As his wife.
And even though he was certain she loved him, she had yet to say those words.
“Come,” he said, and tugged her up the porch steps. He unlocked the front door, pocketed the keys, and swung it open. Kismet bounded past and disappeared into the empty house. Beau stood aside, fighting the desire to pick her up and carry her. He followed her into the front entry and closed the door behind them.
