Page 28 of After this Summer
But this…this is for her.
And me.
“You look incredible,” I manage, stepping all the way into the kitchen as I take her in.
“Really?” she asks, looking down. “You like it?”
“Obsessed with you in it,” I tell her, closing the distance and cupping her face in my hands. “Now tell me exactly what you want, baby, because I’m dying to give it to you.”
“I need you to make me come apart. I need the connection, the quiet in my head, and I need you to show me how I make you feel.”
Those words are like opening a floodgate as my mouth crashes over hers, the bite of her nails in my shoulders and the roar in my ears welcome as I’m finally allowed to claim this beautiful woman.
Without a second thought, I scoop her into my arms, relieved when she simply wraps her legs around my waist and lets me carry her to the stairs.
And to my bed.
Because after tonight, this is the only place she’s gonna be.
16
INDIE
Beau had kissed me like a starving man, but he’s gentle as he sets me down on the bed and covers me with his body, careful not to settle all of his weight on me.
“You are so beautiful,” he murmurs as he licks down my throat, his hand wandering down my body, touching and teasing, and it’s so good butI need this orgasm.
“Less talking, Heartthrob. I need?—”
“I know what you need,” he growls, sliding his hand into my panties and thrusting his thick middle finger inside me. I gasp, my eyes rolling back in my head as he does it over and over, the heel of his hand grinding against my clit.
“Please, it’s so good.”
“You wore this for me, Stunner, and I plan on enjoying it before I peel it off you and fuck you into this mattress.”
“Yes!”I scream as my orgasm washes over me, the pleasure more potent than it has any right to be, andGod I needed this so bad.I feel it in every cell of my body, the relief coupled with the satisfaction of coming at Beau’s very talented hand. And suddenly, I’m thankful that he didn’t promise to make love to me because as good as this felt, I need him to deliver on his promise.
“How do you feel?” he muses, dragging my panties down my legs to my ankles, before trailing his hand up my body to cup my breast.
“I need more.”
“I know.” Deft fingers pull down the cup, pinching my nipple until I moan. “I want you on top of me, but I think you want me behind you, don’t you?”
“Please.” It’s a whimper as he moves off the bed, ripping his shirt over his head to reveal all that hard, delicious muscle.
“Take that off.” He nods toward me as he discards the rest of his clothes and boots on the floor. “Grab a pillow and put it under your hips.”
“Bossy.”
“You want me bossy.”
I do and I hate to admit it, but even that first night we were together, Beau’s always made me feel safe to ask for what I want.
Rolling onto my knees, I press one hand into the sheets while I reach for a pillow, letting my hips sway as I lose myself in the moment.
“That’s it, baby,” Beau’s voice is full of gravelly praise as his palm slides down my spine before cupping my ass cheeks in each hand. It’s maddening, my body so much more sensitive as he kneads my flesh. “Next time,” he says as I position the pillow where I want it, “I’m going to play with your tits until you come.”
“That’s never happened,” I tell him, lowering down to my forearms and loving the way he teases the head of his cock against my entrance.
