Gigi’s brain went on the fritz as she tried to process this turn of events. Beau stood in the doorway, his broad shoulders taking up the entire space. His face was inscrutable as he stared down at her.

She took a step back and grabbed hold of the doorjamb to steady herself. “W-where’s Tai?”

“Not here.”

Her heart pounded and she tried to keep her voice steady. “Where is he?”

He shrugged. “Don’t know. I told him you and I had some unfinished business to settle, and he agreed with me.”

Anger burned away the shock. “So now you’re not just my conscience, you’re my keeper too? I’m a grown woman and I want to know what the fuss is about. Tonight, I’m going to find out. Wrap up the lecture so I can go find my date.”

“No.”

“No?”

He gave his head a slow shake and his voice dropped to a level that made her insides quiver. “No.”

She looked away in an effort to break the spell he was weaving before she embarrassed herself more than she already had. “Enjoy the rest of your night. I’m done here.”

“The fuck you are,” he growled, then stepped forward, pinning her against the door. His warm, sweet breath fanned her cheek. “When you asked me to be with you, I said no. I told you why it was a bad idea, but I didn’t tell you the rest. I didn’t tell you how flattered I was. Or how much it killed me to say no. I also didn’t tell you how turned-on I was.”

As he gazed down at her, he traced her bottom lip with his thumb and she trembled.

“Since the second we kissed, I haven’t stopped imagining it. The thought of sliding my cock deep inside you, hearing you gasp, watching you come. I can’t think of anything I’ve ever wanted more. I was just trying to do the right thing.”

Her nipples peaked at his provocative words. God, how she wanted all that and more. “So what changed?” she whispered.

“I’ve managed to convince myself that this is the right thing. If you’re set on doing this—having a one-night stand—I want it to be with me.”

“Are you sure you’re not just trying to be nice? I don’t want to be some kind of pity fuck, Beau.”

He took her hand and pressed it over the thick ridge in his jeans. “Does this feel like pity?”

Relief swamped her with such force she was almost lightheaded. She believed him, needed to believe him. She wet her lips. “I was coming in to tell Tai I changed my mind. Because I wanted it to be with you too.” She couldn’t help it, and squeezed him gently. Yum.

He sucked in a breath and pulled her hand away. “Don’t try to spoil my good intentions. We’re going to take it nice and slow.”

He grinned and stepped backward, into the room, pulling her along with him. Music played softly in the background and she smiled when she recognized the tune. I Only Have Eyes For You by The Flamingos. One of her favorite oldies.

“I love this song.”

“I thought you might. Me too.”

He took the key from her hand and laid it on the table. “Would you like a glass of champagne?”

“You got champagne?”

“Yep. It’s a big night.”

A nervous laugh bubbled past her lips, but his expression was so genuine, it gave her pause.

“I want to make this good for you. Special. So let me, okay?”

His words sent a sizzle down her spine and she nodded. “I’ll have a glass.”

“Why don’t you head on into the bathroom and I’ll bring it in to you. I ran you a bubble bath. Thought the warm water and glass of wine might relax you a little. What do you think?”

“Are you coming in with me?” Now that she knew he wanted her, she couldn’t wait to get her hands on him. She ached to feel the rush she’d felt when he’d kissed her. His gaze burned into her and her pulse skittered.

“I’ll do anything you want me to.”

Her mind whirled with possibilities. This was really going to happen. And with Beau.

She brushed a hand over his chest. “Meet me in the bathroom in five minutes, okay?”

“Try to stop me.”

She slipped off her high heels and padded into the bathroom, almost vibrating with excitement. If she wasn’t so nervous, she might have done a jig.

* * *

Beau snagged two glasses from the bar then popped the cork. He was…happy. Not in the regular “I’m gonna get laid” kind of way, but genuinely happy. Happy to see Gigi so excited. Happy to buy her champagne and take a bath with her, spend the night with her.

Don’t overthink it, man.

He picked up the glasses and headed for the bathroom. The door was ajar so he toed it open then stepped in.

The candles he’d lit a little while earlier bathed the room in soft light. Steam coated the mirror, and the light scent of vanilla permeated the air. The giant tub took up the far wall and he held his breath as he approached.

Gigi had put her hair up in a loose pile. Her head was tipped back, her eyes were closed and she had a soft smile on her face. Bubbles covered her up to the creamy swell of her breasts and he found himself praying she would sit up just an inch more so he could see her nipples.

“Hey,” he called softly.

Her eyes popped opened and the tub squeaked as she shifted. “This place is unreal, Beau! Do you hear the music? The speakers are built into the dang walls. And this tub? How am I ever going to go back to my shower stall at home? This is so awesome.”

He grinned at her excitement. “I’m glad you like it.” He held out the flute of champagne and she took it with sudsy fingertips.

“A night to remember,” he said and held his glass out.

She echoed him and they drank. The crisp, icy liquid exploded on his tongue and he sent a mental fist bump to the concierge who’d recommended that particular bottle. When Gigi groaned her approval he vowed to stop on the way out and give the guy another twenty.

She set the champagne on the side of the tub and met his gaze. “You getting in or what? Plenty of room, that’s for sure.”

He nodded and as their eyes locked, for the first time, nerves assailed him. He’d been with a lot of women, but if he’d ever been someone’s first, he sure didn’t know about it.

So don’t fuck it up.

He set his glass down then gripped the hem of his t-shirt. He yanked it over his head in one motion and tossed it to the floor. Gigi’s gaze burned a path from his chest, over his abs, down to his fly. He’d been living with an almost perpetual hard-on since their kiss and her unabashed appreciation was killing him.

His cock pulsed as he lifted a hand to his button-fly. Even over the music, he could hear Gigi’s breath falter and that amped him even more. He unbuttoned his pants and jerked them over his hips. Balancing on one leg, he stepped out of them and kicked them across the marble floor.

“N-no underwear?”

He shook his head. “Not onstage. Too binding. I like to move around, feel free.”

She wet her lips, her gazed pinned on his throbbing cock. “It’s…bigger than I thought, in real life. Imposing.”

“I think that’s about the sweetest compliment I’ve ever gotten.” He let out a pained laugh. “I’m going to climb in, okay?”

“Wait. Can I just touch it for a quick second?”

She lifted a soapy hand from the water and he turned away, calling on his last reserves of self-discipline. “If you touch me now, that’s exactly what you’re going to get. One quick second. I’ve been thinking about fucking you almost nonstop since we kissed and I don’t think I can take it. How about this first time we make it all about you? Let me touch you for a while. Then next time you can touch me to your heart’s content.”

“Okay.” Her eyes were still locked on his cock and she reached for him again. He stepped back, chuckling. “Did you even hear what I said?”

“Yeah. You said we were going to do it more than once.”

He raised his eyes to the ceiling and said a silent prayer for strength. “There was more to that speech, but yes. If you want to, I think more than once is definitely called for.”

She nodded and lowered her hand. “Get in.”

He moved to the opposite end of the oblong tub then lifted a leg and stepped in.

The hot water enveloped him and he sank in with a sigh.

His legs slid over hers and she opened them to accommodate him. “Put them on top of me.”

She braced herself on the edge of the tub then laid her legs on top of his thighs. He slipped a hand into the foam and grabbed her ankle, lifting her foot onto his stomach. Pressing his thumbs into her instep, he began to rub.

“Oh God, that feels amazing,” she moaned.

“I knew when I saw you walking around in those shoes you’d be needing a foot massage.”

“Heels or no heels, this is the best thing I’ve ever felt in my life.”

He pressed deep and she whimpered, arching closer to him. Her calf pressed against the thick length of his cock and he bit back a groan.

She was so fucking responsive. He started to think about how she would react when he licked her pussy for the first time, but cut that thought short. There were a lot of things he wanted to do to her before that and he wasn’t going to rush it, no matter how much his body protested.

He moved to cover her other foot and gave it the same treatment. By the time he’d finished, her head lolled to the side and she had quieted to the occasional contented purr in the back of her throat. Nice and relaxed, just how he’d wanted her. He patted her calf lightly. “Can you slide over my way and I’ll rub your back?”

She nodded, almost in a trance as she sat up, water sluicing down her chest. The blood rushed to his ears as her lush, beautiful breasts came into view. Hard, tawny nipples peaked through the creamy bubbles and he bit back a curse. He wanted to lean in and capture one between his teeth but he didn’t. Slow and steady. “Come sit between my legs.”

Water sloshed over the sides of the tub as she shifted and turned until her bottom was flush against his groin and his thighs hugged her curvy hips. She gasped at the contact and he barely resisted the urge to thrust forward. He was so enthralled by her softness, her rounded sweet flesh so different than his own, he couldn’t recall what he’d seen in all those hard-bodies he’d fooled around with in the past. All sinew and tight muscle. Not anymore. This. This is where it’s at.

Gigi leaned back until her back was against his chest and her head rested under his chin. Their legs tangled together in the water and he reveled in the smoothness of her skin against his.

He looked down and noted with a fresh stab of lust that her breasts were no longer submerged and he had a spectacular view. He let his hands fall beneath the water and closed them gently over her rib cage. Tracing the skin lightly, he caressed her stomach and her sides, each time moving inexorably closer to her breasts. He teased the sensitive undersides, trailed his fingertips over the swells and narrowly missed the stiff tips he ached to touch.

Her skin was wet silk and the little sounds she kept making were driving him insane. He gritted his teeth and forced himself to man up. He wanted her panting with need, writhing with want, so close to coming that the pain would be a blip on the radar screen.

She’d begun to shift restlessly under his hands, pressing her lower back against him, when finally he allowed his pinky to graze her nipple. She sucked in a breath. “Beau, please.”

“Please what?” he whispered into her hair.

“Do that again.”

He took his time about it, the view almost as much of a turn-on as the act itself. This time, he lingered for a moment, circling the swollen nipple before flicking it lightly then moving back to her rib cage again. She stiffened and ground her ass against his groin. Unable to deny himself any longer, he muttered a curse and closed both hands over her breasts. They both groaned at the exquisite contact. She was so supple, so real and feminine, he couldn’t get enough.

Her hips fluttered up and down in a silent plea as he toyed with her nipples. Squeezing and kneading, he worked her tits until her breath came in short gasps. He reached over and snagged his half-full flute of champagne. She watched, lips parted, as he held it over her breast. He tipped it and the chilled bubbly trickled in a stream over her sensitive nipple. She jerked hard against him and cried out.

“Oh God!”

“Too cold?”

“No. No, so good.”

He rolled her chilly peak between his thumb and forefinger and she arched into his hand like a cat.

“Your hands are total magic, Beau.”

As he lifted the glass again, she stilled, waiting for it. He dribbled the wine onto her other breast and she shivered in his arms. One fat drop clung to her nipple and he was mesmerized. He would love to come there, stroking his aching cock between those tits until he exploded on her chest. He swallowed hard and brushed the droplet away with his thumb.

Please, God, let her be ready for more.

He set the glass down and laid his hands on the soft swell of her lower stomach. She stiffened and sucked in, grabbing his wrist. He calmed her with words from the heart.

“Oh baby girl, if you knew how much I lusted after your body you’d send me to confession. You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever put my hands on, so please, don’t stop me from touching you.”

She relaxed and nodded. “Sorry, I just wish my stomach was nice and flat.”

“Shh, stop now. You feel like a woman. Like a gorgeous, soft, sweet woman. You don’t have to feel self-conscious with me. Can’t you feel how much I want you?” He tipped his hips and she wriggled against him.

“Mmm, I want you too. Please.”

She let her muscles go limp and released her grip on his wrist. He caressed her stomach, allowing his hands to drift lower. He ran his palm over her hip then squeezed the pliant flesh there. A vision of her, on all fours in front of him, his hands filled with her luscious hips as he drove into her from behind, sliding deeper with every thrust.

He groaned low in his throat and she tipped her head back. “You okay?”

She was slightly breathless and damn if he didn’t want to keep her that way. “I’ve never been better. I’m just imagining all the things I want to do with you.”

“Me too. Since the second we met.”

“Tell me,” he growled. “Tell me what you thought about.”

She slid her hand along the outside of his thigh then, and tilted her head in contemplation. “I thought about kissing you again. A lot.”

“What else?” His heart hammered against his rib cage. Suddenly he needed to know more than he needed his next breath.

“I thought about you touching me.” Her voice had dropped to a murmur and he had to strain to hear her over the soft music.

“Where?” he demanded.

She shook her head and slunk lower under the water. He would have none of it and drew her back, hard against him.

“Show me. Show me with your hands, Gigi.” His tone was so guttural he almost didn’t recognize it.

He waited, sucking in long, steadying breaths. If she showed him, he was going to—

She lifted her pretty, elegant hands to her breasts and ran her fingertips over her nipples. “Here.”

“Fuck,” he ground out as his cock pulsed, growing heavier at the sight. “Did you touch yourself when you thought of me?”

She didn’t respond at first but then lifted her chin and nodded. His jaw ached from the pressure of clenching it and he willed himself to relax. Not going to happen, he realized. Relaxation was not in his near future.

“Show me how.” There was no demand in his voice now, just a plea for mercy.

She let her eyes drift shut and let her soapy hands slip over her rib cage, over his fingers still splayed on her stomach, then lower. The white foam blocked his view, but her back arched, thrusting her breasts forward as she reached her destination.

His cock bucked against her back as he tried to swipe away the stupid fucking bubbles. He got a brief glimpse of her hand pressed over her pubic bone, squeezing and touching, before she was camouflaged once again. It was probably for the best. If he watched her masturbate, he would lose it and embarrass himself.

He covered her hand with his own and groaned as she began to rub her clit in a circular motion. Her hips rocked and she cried out as he urged her to quicken the pace. “Did you pretend it was me touching you?” he rasped.

“Yes.” Her voice broke as he closed his other hand over her breast and began plucking her stiff nipples.

“When you made yourself come, did you call my name?”

Her head rolled against his chest and her lips parted but no sound came. She was too far gone to answer but her body told him what her mouth couldn’t. Her hips began thrusting harder, slamming her pussy against their intertwined hands as she hurtled toward release.

He shoved her hand out of the way and slid two of his own fingers down the center of her slick core. “I want to hear you call my name so bad, baby girl. Come for me.”

He leaned forward to reach more of her, and slid one finger deep into her pussy.

“Jesus, so fucking good.”

He worked his finger in and out, once, twice, sliding up to rub her swollen clit before plunging deep again.

She screamed as her body tensed, her pussy sucking at his finger, tight…tighter.

“Beau!”

The blood rushed to his ears as she exploded around him. Thankfully it blocked out the rest of her guttural cries and he was able to keep from gripping his cock and pumping his hot seed onto her back as she rocked against him. He released her nipple and wrapped his arm around her, holding her tight as the aftershocks rolled through. When she finally went quiet he slid his finger from her clutching sex. She gasped as he did.

“You okay?”

Her head bobbed against his chest. “Need another minute?”

“No, I’m okay. Better than okay.” She let out a contented sigh and ran a hand over his thigh.

“That’s a good start. Now sit all the way up for me.” Water sloshed as she did what he asked.

“I want you to get on your knees facing away from me.”

Using his legs to brace herself, she lifted up and away from him, then knelt with her knees straddling his thighs. Her pussy hovered just a few inches from his cock and he would have given his best fiddle to be able to plunge into her tight heat that instant.

“Wh-what are we doing now?” she asked.

Soapy water ran down her back and he followed it to the base of her spine. Her beautiful, bare ass came into view and he growled.

“Gorgeous.” He couldn’t resist and palmed those plump cheeks, spreading them with his thumbs.

“Mmm.”

She tipped forward, her leg muscles trembling against his thighs, and clutched the sides of the tub. Her pretty pink folds flashed before she righted herself and the pressure in his balls became an ache. Even at that, he held back, determined to rock her world again and again before they were through.

He slid back and pulled his legs from beneath her, then knelt behind her. He ran his hands over her shoulders, down her back and up again. Pressing his lips to her nape, he laid soft, sucking kisses against her skin. Moving closer still, he pressed his body flush against hers and wrapped his around her hips, squeezing her tight. She pressed hard against him and he arched his hips, grinding against her back.

Sweat broke out on his upper lip and he trembled with the effort of restraining himself. If he just pushed her forward he could press the head of his cock into her tight pussy and thrust. Instead, he backed up, and urged her forward, almost to the edge of the tub.

From behind her, he slid a hand between her thighs and dipped a finger into her warmth. She was like liquid silk and closed around him tight on a gasp. He wasted no time, and began to fuck her with his finger. In and out he slid until she started bearing down against him, trying to take him deeper.

“Shit, Beau,” she whimpered.

Just as her legs began to shake, he added a second finger and plunged deep. She jerked and let out a muffled cry.

Then he reached to flip a switch on the wall next to him.