CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Bristol could tell the second Beau gave up fighting the good guy fight. His hands were suddenly everywhere, tangling in her hair, cruising her waist, snaking behind her to grab a handful of round, firm flesh.
Their kiss became more frantic as they dove into the exploration of their bodies. With Beau’s jeans already open, Bristol slid her hands under his shirt and worked it over his head.
“Oh, holy hell you’re built,” she whispered, raining kisses over each perfectly formed pec. He had the torso of a Greek god, ripped and powerful.
“Mmm,” he groaned, shoving her back against her open front door, pinning her in place to yank her sweater over her head. “You, too.”
He drove his wide palms over the satin and lace of her bra and squeezed. Her blood sang as she sagged against him, pinned between the heavy wood of her door and Beau’s rock hard body.
“God, you’re perfect,” he groaned, keeping one hand on a breast while working the zipper on her pants with the other.
Bristol shoved her hand into his jeans and confirmed that he was, in fact, an Adonis everywhere. She cupped the rigid length of his hard-on through his silky soft briefs. “I need you out of these jeans like yesterday.”
She murmured the words, but he shucked the pants and kicked them down the hallway as if she’d threatened him.
“Jesus, do you live in a gym?” Bristol stroked over every rippled ab. Every inch of him was built. His shoulders and chest were broad and muscled. Those spectacular abs went beyond six-pack, and his thighs were thick and oh so hard.
His arms wrapped around her like steel bands. Every inch of him was scorching hot and hard as marble.
Beau’s beard tickled her neck as he let his mouth devour the sensitive flesh he found there. She shoved her hand into the sexy navy briefs and gripped his shaft. He shuddered against her as a noise, primal and pained, rose from his chest. She relished the effect she had on him, stroking his cock from root to tip.
Moisture leaked from the head, slicking her hand. Beau blew out a breath and gripped her shoulders. “Bristol, baby, are you sure?”
“Haven’t I made it clear enough?” Her words were breathless, and she stroked him again, this time a little rougher.
“I want to know what you want, what you like. How I can—” He sucked in a breath as she pumped him harder.
“Beau, I want you. And I have no problem telling you what I want as we go.”
“Be sure, baby.”
His concern with what she wanted was even sexier than if he’d just ripped off her clothes and sank into her. “I’m sure. I want you right here, Beau.”
She could have shot him and gotten less of a reaction. One second, he was looming over her letting her tease his aching dick, and the next, he was pushing her into the apartment and dragging his discarded bags inside. He slammed the door and locked it behind him.
He looked like a fallen angel, she thought, a determined one as he stalked toward her, the head of his engorged penis erupting out of the top of his briefs.
She’d never seen anything sexier in her entire life, and the visual did nothing to calm the frantic throb she felt between her legs. He tossed a box of condoms on the floor next to her and dove.
Bristol wasn’t sure how she ended up on the floor, but she didn’t care once the heat and weight of Beau’s body covered her. He rained kisses and bites down on her neck and shoulders, nudging the purple bra straps down her arms.
His lips skimmed over the upper curves of her breasts that were desperately trying to escape the lingerie she’d imprisoned them in.
Beau dipped his tongue under the lace edge, and Bristol felt a lightning bolt snake through her when the tip skimmed over her pebbled nipple.
“Beau!” She gasped out his name, arching her back and urging him to take more.
She saw his hand shake when he reached for the front clasp of her bra and grabbed it, stopping him. “Are you sure? Do you want me?” she asked him.
“Gorgeous, there is nothing in this universe that I have ever wanted more than you. I just don’t want to fuck this up.”
His sweetness gave another little jumpstart to her heart. She’d wanted this to be a wild fling, but Beau was finding ways to make her feel treasured, worshipped. She brought her hand up to cup his face. “I won’t let you,” she promised.
“I’m holding you to that.” He brushed a wave of glossy chestnut hair away from her face. “Fling or no fling, you matter to me, Bristol.” His voice was gruff.
“Then show me, Beau.” She unhooked her bra and offered herself to him.
He showed her with every kiss, every caress, every scrape of his teeth. The stiff bristles of his beard abraded the soft flesh of her breasts as he kissed, sampled, and sucked.
Her bare heels dug into the hardwood beneath her as he devoured. He made her feel… everything. The emotions that had hibernated within her came to life under Beau’s masterful attention. He released her breasts to work his way down the flat of her stomach, and when his fingers stopped at the waistband of her pants, Bristol levered up so he could work them free.
Her carefully chosen thong was admired by Beau’s heated green gaze for nearly a full second before he was dragging it down her legs.
“It’s not enough,” Beau whispered reverently, his breath hot on her thigh.
“What’s not?”
“One night.”
Her heart wept at the tender words.
He stroked a hand up her thigh, and Bristol’s hips jacked up from the floor when he skimmed blunt fingertips over bare flesh.
“We’ll have to make the most of it,” she gasped.
“Open for me, gorgeous.”
She let her knees fall open to the sides and threaded her fingers through his free hand while he gently parted her already wet folds with his other. She felt his erection throb against her thigh, and when he slid two long fingers into her center, she sighed out his name.
“God, you’re so ready for me,” Beau whispered. He leaned in and down and traced his tongue over her folds. The breath in Bristol’s lungs exploded out in a hiss.
“Is this okay?” he asked.
“Only if your goal is to murder me with pleasure, and at this point, go right ahead.”
Beau’s soft laugh was lost when he dipped his head to taste her again. His tongue laved that delicate bundle of nerves while his fingers drove her higher. Over and over, he lapped and licked at her and when she felt herself sliding toward the edge, her muscles already quivering, she grabbed his wrist.
“Beau, stop. You’re going to make me come,” she whispered desperately.
“I’m not seeing a problem,” he said, placing a gentle kiss on the inside of her thigh.
“I want your cock inside me the first time you make me come.”
Beau froze as if trying to understand what language she was speaking. Judging from the amount of fluid leaking from the crown of his penis, that part had caught up faster than his brain. She took matters into her own hands, pushing him down on the hard floor, and when she swiveled, when he understood her intent, Beau growled his approval.
She lay opposite him on her side, facing his throbbing erection. She felt his hands on her, gently opening her legs. His breath was hot against her, and she knew he would force her over the edge, but she was determined to take him with her.
Impatiently, she shoved his briefs down those spectacular thighs, freeing his achingly hard cock. Without preamble, she gripped it by the base and brought her wet mouth to the crown. When her lips parted, flowing down the solid column of flesh, he bucked reflexively against her, forcing himself further down her throat.
Beau’s grip tightened on her inner thigh to the point of pain. He dove into her, stroking and teasing with his tongue. Again, he eased his fingers into her. He followed the brutal pace she set.
She hummed her approval with his hard-on deep in her throat, and she heard his low rumble in return.
They were animals for each other, giving in to the ages-old drive to mate. He was making her mad, shredding every boundary, drowning her in sensation even as he fought against the pleasure she sought to give him.
“Bristol, baby, slow down,” he ordered. The easy-going man she’d fallen for was gone, and in his place was one hell bent on torturing her with a pleasure so excruciating Bristol knew she’d never recover.
She had no intention of slowing down. She wanted him as hot and as frantic as he made her, and she wanted to taste him. But just then, the long jagged peak she’d been sprinting up dropped out from under her. The orgasm detonated in her core and radiated outward in waves of ecstasy. She could only moan around his thick member as her release leveled her.
He tasted her as she came, holding her still when she would have pulled away. Beau steadied her, worshipped her, until the last of the quaking subsided.
“There’s no way I can do that again,” she gasped, nuzzling his cock.
“Oh, gorgeous, you are so wrong.” She could hear the cocky smile in his voice just before the sound of cardboard shredding. Bristol managed to pry open one eye to see Beau tearing open the box of condoms. Seeing his desperation to have her ratcheted up her own need. He hadn’t even touched her again, and she was already halfway there. She watched him slick on a condom and prime himself with his hand. The empty ache between her legs was suddenly unbearable. Her body was begging for him.
“Here?” he asked.
“God, yes, Beau. Here.”
And then he was ranging himself over her. She felt him hard and hungry prodding her center. “Yes,” she whispered her plea. And then he was easing into her. The pressure, the fullness, shocked her when he sank into her, and his cry of victory had her clenching around him.
“Relax for me, baby,” he demanded, his beard tickling the skin under her ear.
When she did, slowly, purposefully, the last inch of his cock slid into her.
His groan was another aphrodisiac. Testing, he carefully pulled out before lazily sliding back home. Beau was moving with care, but Bristol could feel his body demanding more. The need vibrated under his sweat-slicked skin. She bit into his shoulder and tasted the salt.
He sank into her again, a little faster, a little more desperately, and buried his face in her neck. Bristol let the flood of sensation carry her away. Ignoring the bite of the floor, her hips rose to meet his powerful thrusts. His chest hair tickled her and the muscles bunched under her fingers.
Now, she knew he was right. She could go up again. She was practically there already.
“Hold onto me, gorgeous,” he murmured, and when her arms locked around his shoulders, he pulled her up. Still joined, she found herself straddling Beau, his back against the wall. “I need to see you.”
Sex had never been this intimate before, Bristol thought as her eyes locked with his. Not wanting to lose their momentum, she used her thighs to rise up before sinking down on him. They sighed together over that pleasure, and Bristol picked her pace. Beau’s arms held her locked tight in place against him so that her nipples brushed his chest as she rode him.
She was so full inside, so hot. It was as if making love to Beau had unleashed the feelings that had been locked up for so long.
It was beautiful, it was painful, it was cathartic.
Bristol rode faster, and when those longer fingers dug into her flesh, she knew she was carrying him past his limits. They breathed together, the same steamy air.
Those gorgeous green eyes glazed over in front of her, and Bristol felt powerful. The delicate muscles in her channel began to quiver.
God, it was happening again.
“Beau?” His name was a question on her lips.
“I’ve got you, baby. I’m yours,” he gritted out the words, and the first flutter of her release set him off. He jerked inside her, the cords of his neck taut with the effort. She was coming fast and hard with him. Wrapped around each other, they shattered from the inside out with the wild pumps of his cock controlling her own brutal orgasm.
“Bristol,” he whispered her name over and over again into her neck until he was finally empty.