She lowered herself into the hot soapy water until she was submerged from the neck down. Ohmygod! This feels wonderful! Resting her head against the rim, she closed her eyes. She lost track of time. It could have been a minute or an hour that passed before she heard Beau’s deep voice.
“Sorry I got caught up with a phone”
She smiled without opening her eyes. She could just imagine the look on his rugged face. “I hope you don’t mind but I couldn’t resist a long soak once I saw the tub. This feels so good. I haven’t taken time to relax in a bath in a long while.”
She heard movement but didn’t question it, half-hoping that Beau would join her. Still horny, she began to move her hands over her body beneath the water in the guise of bathing. There was no way he could see what she was doing, which turned her on even more. Finding her clit still swollen and sensitive didn’t surprise her. She flicked her finger over it and barely held back a moan. Was that something brushing up against her leg? She opened her eyes.
Beau was standing above her, his feet in the water on either side of her legs. He was stark naked and fully aroused. Oh my God! The sight of that impressive cock made her salivate, and the inside of her pussy clench as if he’d just entered her. Pre-cum was gathered like a liquid pearl in the slit lining the bulbous head. Spellbound, she watched the moisture form into a small ball before falling. She stuck out her tongue and caught it.
Beau released a hiss and without speaking, sank into the water. She could tell he was highly aroused and that her erotic act caught him by surprise. A lustful heat infused her blood to a boiling point, and had nothing to do with the water. Their gazes locked until it became a challenge as to who was going to look away first. Marissa was stubborn but she had a feeling Beau was just as tenacious. She was aroused, he was aroused, so what was the big deal? They were both consenting adults. It was strangely exciting to give herself to a man she didn’t know.
“I’m glad you decided to join me, cowboy.” She smiled enticingly.
She carefully raised her leg and reached for his cock with her foot. An emotion flared in his eyes when she caressed the length of his shaft. Bringing her other foot into play, Marissa used them as if they were hands. And began to stroke him with gentle finesse. He groaned, closed his eyes, and laid his head back. Smiling at her power over the big man, Marissa worked his rigid dick until he was panting. After a few moments, he reached for her.
“I can’t take anymore.”
Beau took Marissa by the arms and dragged her over his body. He expertly raised her above his cock and lowered her onto him. She moaned deeply when he filled the emptiness inside her. It felt so good! The pleasure was intense. He didn’t have to tell her to move. She raised her hips up and down until a rhythm was set that pleased them both. Beau’s hands went to her swaying breasts, and their mouths met for a passionate kiss. Bubbles seemed to swallow them up, and water sloshed over the side onto the bathroom floor.
Their tongues meshed, fueling the wild fire between them. The water was cooling but did nothing to douse the inferno inside Marissa. Their moans of ecstasy seemed loud in the small bathroom. With his large cock inside her and his hands on her breasts, the orgasm she’d been close to earlier on the dance floor developed rapidly. Beau was fucking her hard and fast and instincts warned her he was also close.
He tore his mouth away from her and leaned down to take her breast into his warm mouth. Marissa cried out when he sucked her hard and grazed her nipple with his teeth. She ran her hands over his muscled chest and hard abs, relishing in the strength and power she felt beneath her palms. His body made her think of sculptured bronze, every muscle solid and defined to perfection.
“Oh fuck,” he growled roughly. He slipped his hands under Marissa’s butt and took control of her movements.
He easily lifted her high off his cock, brushing her clit with every downward stroke. In no time she was climaxing hard, screaming out with the extreme pleasure of it. She convulsed violently against Beau, slapping her hands against his chest to hold herself up. Then his body grew taut and he bowed beneath her. Groaning low, he thrust his cock inside her as far as it would go, releasing his seed.
“Oh god!” Marissa collapsed against him breathlessly. His arms went around her to hold her close. They both convulsed uncontrollably as the last of their orgasms subsided into a pleasant feeling of utopia.
As the realization of what they’d done dawned on Marissa, something else entered her mind. She raised her head and looked into Beau’s eyes. They were still dazed and she imagined hers must look the same to him.
“I think we might be in trouble, cowboy.” He frowned, narrowing his eyes. “We, ah, didn’t use protection.”
A tick appeared in his lean jaw. “Son of a bitch!” His tone was heavy with self-loathing. “This is a first for me. I’ve never met a woman who gets me hot as fast as you do. Or makes me forget common sense.”
For some odd reason his comment made Marissa feel all warm and tingly inside. She could admit the same thing about him. It still surprised her that she’d let him fuck her without getting to know him first. But she’d never met a man like him before either.
“Well don’t be too hard on yourself. I didn’t think about protection either.” She laid her head back down on his chest. “I’m clean, Beau. I had my yearly physical last month and everything came back good.”
“You don’t have to worry about me either.” He didn’t go into any further explanation. “So the, ah, trouble you’re worried about might be pregnancy?”
Marissa nodded.
“Well don’t be. If any baby comes from this we’ll deal with it together.”
He made it sound simple. Marissa didn’t want to tell Beau that the possibility of her becoming pregnant was very high for her right now. She wasn’t on birth control because the pills made her blow up like a balloon. Her doctor told her to go off them for a few months and they would try something else. In the meantime, use condoms, he’d said.
While they lay there in their own private thoughts Marissa was surprised to feel Beau’s cock getting hard inside her. His sexual appetite was like the man himself, big and unquenchable. Is he like this with every woman? She didn’t want to think about it. God, she had no claim over the man. Why couldn’t she just enjoy him in the short time they would be together? Because it wasn’t her. She didn’t do casual sex. Not like Val. Only it was a little too late to be thinking about that now.
Beau’s cock was rock solid hard now and Marissa clenched her inner muscles around it. He groaned low and shuddered. She smiled. Then, without warning, he moved, flipping them around so that she was on the bottom just beneath the surface of the cool water. Most of the bubbles had dissolved. His eyes moved over her face, then lower to her breasts. Marissa looked down, seeing them move with the buoyancy of the water.
“You have beautiful breasts,” he said, lifting them out of the water to give each rosy nipple a kiss. Slowly Beau began to move his hips. “You have beautiful shoulders.” He kissed them. “Beautiful neck.” He kissed it. “A beautiful mouth.”
Marissa opened her mouth when his covered hers. He was a good kisser, and like the times before he caused a strange little flutter in her belly. Moaning, she opened her mouth so their tongues could make love. His movements picked up speed and soon the water was churning about them. She wrapped her legs around his waist and clenched her nails into his firm butt, forcing him deeper. They never stopped kissing, not even when Beau brought them both to another mind-blowing orgasm.
“Damn, lady. I don’t care how much you want it again, I can’t do it.”
Marissa laughed softly. She couldn’t help it. “If you say so, cowboy. If we had a three-some that wouldn’t be an issue.”
He looked at her long and hard. She’d been joking, like earlier, only this time he didn’t seem to be playing her game. Marissa had to wonder what was going on behind those dark eyes and hard expression.
“Have you ever had a three-some?” he inquired.<
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She shook her head. “No. Have you?”
“No, and I don’t intend to. I don’t share my women. And I wouldn’t expect them to share me.” He got up and out of the tub. “Come on. We both need a good night’s sleep.”
Marissa took the hand he was offering and let him pull her to her feet. He helped her step from the tub. For the first time they were both very naked and she felt uncharacteristically shy, especially after Beau’s gaze dropped down her body in a slow, lazy sweep. She had no delusions about her body. But the look in his eyes told her he liked what he saw.
He handed her a towel and she dried off. Marissa assumed the shirt hanging on the rod was the one he had brought for her. She slipped into it, buttoned a few buttons, and rolled up the sleeves. When Beau took her by the hand, she didn’t question him. Naked, he led her down the hallway to the same door he’d gone through earlier. Inside the bedroom was a huge king-size bed.
She was so tired that by the time he pulled the covers down she wordlessly dropped onto the bed and let him cover her up. A tired sigh escaped her when her head hit the cool pillow. She closed her eyes, and that’s the last thing she remembered.
Chapter 6
Beau was standing at the sink, looking out the window and sipping his second cup of coffee. He'd had a decent night’s sleep in the guest bedroom, but he was wound up tighter than a coiled rattlesnake, thanks to the tempting witch sleeping in his bed. There was something about Marissa that set him off like a keg of dynamite. He couldn't explain it. He either wanted to fuck her or put her over his knee and give her one good walloping.
Well, he'd fucked the hell out of her several times. Now he had to worry about pregnancy. Wouldn't that just be my luck? He never, ever got involved with a client. It was a hard and fast rule of keeping business from turning into a big mess. Like this one. He took another sip of coffee, wondering if he should wake her. Kirk had phoned earlier that morning saying the police had found a suicide note left by the second model. There was no serial killer out there targeting plus-size models.
He was officially off the job and the check was in the mail. Beau's lips turned up at that. He couldn't help thinking it had been the most pleasurable job he'd ever done. Too bad it was coming to an end, he'd like another couple of days with Marissa. She hadn't put out any fires. Hell, she'd lit his and it was still burning for her. What am I saying? I should be glad I'm getting rid of her. The truth was, Marissa was reaching him on a psychological level almost as strongly as she was bringing out his sexual need for her. It was something he wouldn’t mind exploring.
“Did you save me any coffee, cowboy?”
Speak of the devil. Beau turned to see Marissa enter the kitchen wearing nothing but his shirt. Buttoned haphazardly, it revealed more skin than it concealed. The sight of her long legs reminded him of what they felt like wrapped around his waist when he was pounding his cock into her. Soft wisps of hair had escaped her braid, hanging around her face and neck. She looked well rested, and sexier than any woman had a right to look first thing in the morning.
As he ate her up with his eyes, the silence grew between them. Marissa just stood there in the doorway. After a while, she put her hand on her hip, unwittingly drawing her shirt further up her shapely thigh.
“It's on the counter. Help yourself.” He casually took a sip of his coffee, which was cold now.
“Thank you,” she said, going in the direction he had motioned with his head. “I'm not human until I have my first cup.”
Beau had put a clean cup for her next to the maker. He watched as she filled it and then took a cautious sip. He didn't know many women who drank it black. He knew it was strong, but she didn't even make a face.
“Hummm, this is good.” Their eyes met.
He wondered if she was just being polite. “I hope you slept okay.” He would have liked to have been lying next to her.
“Your bed is very comfortable,” Marissa replied.
Something clicked inside of Beau. He didn't recall mentioning that it was his bed. “How do you know it was my bed?” Was it his imagination or did something just flicker in her eyes?
“It smelled like you.” She took a sip of coffee. “I'm sorry if I put you out.”
He shrugged. She could have slept in the guestroom, but at the time he put her to bed he had intended to sleep with her. “Figured we'd both get a lot more sleep in separate beds. Especially since you can't keep your hands off me.”
Marissa almost choked on her coffee. “What? You're the one who can't keep your libido in check.”
Beau grinned in the face of her flushed anger. He'd only been teasing her and it was clear Marissa took his comment to heart. After a moment of glaring at him her expression gradually softened, and light amusement turned her eyes bright.
“Let's be honest, cowboy. It's mutual.” Beau nodded his agreement. “So, what did you do with my clothes?”
He'd almost forgotten about them. “I washed them. They're in the dryer right now.”
Her brows lifted with surprise. “Thank you. Is that part of your job?” she teased.
“When I make it part of my job,” Beau responded. He put his empty cup down in the sink. “Would you like some breakfast?”
“I doubt you have what I want.”
It was his turn to raise his brows. “Is that a challenge?”
She realized her mistake immediately. “Let me clarify what I mean is that I usually have yogurt and a banana for breakfast. And you don't look like the yogurt and banana type.”
“Really? What type do I look like?” Beau grew hot inside the way Marissa's eyes were assessing him. Her smile said she knew what she was doing to him. “If you're a smart woman you'll stop looking at me that way,” he said between his teeth.
Her soft laugh breezed through the kitchen. “I was thinking you look more like the steak-and-eggs-for-breakfast-type.”
She was right. Only, this morning he'd made due with coffee and toast. “Sorry, you're right. All Kirk said was to make sure you had coffee in the mornings.”
“Kirk doesn't know everything about me.” She finished her coffee and walked toward him to the sink. Their eyes clung as she set the cup in the sink instinctively next to his. “So, what now, cowboy?”
“Well, if I had my way I'd take you back upstairs to my bed. But I doubt that's what you have on your mind.” Beau decided not to beat around the bush. He wanted Marissa again. The intense lust filling his blood came from nowhere, yet overwhelmed his senses to the highest levels. His cock was already turning hard with the thought of sinking into her warm, welcoming body again.
She didn't back down. An emotion he couldn't identify flickered in her eyes. “You'd be surprised at what I have on my mind.” Her softly spoken words made Beau want to taste them on her lips.
He was seeing a different Marissa from the spitfire he had met the night before. Was she bi-polar or something? The soft kitten with the sheathed claws standing before him was nothing like the hissing tiger he knew was waiting just beneath the surface. Yet Beau couldn't blame her for the unfriendly reaction in her dressing room, after the way he'd introduced himself. And he couldn't blame her for wanting to control her own life.
Still, he decided to tread lightly until he knew what game she was playing. “What happened to the stubborn, opinionated woman from last night? The one ready to claw out my eyes?”
Marissa laughed. “That was the result of too many nights without sleep, and work overload,” she explained. “I'm sorry about that. Not too many people have had the pleasure of meeting that, ah, side of me. And you survived.”
“Are there any other sides I need to be aware of?” He grinned.
Marissa shook her head slowly. “I'm afraid I can get like that when I'm hungry, too. And when I'm, ah, sexually frustrated.”
“Is that right?” He moved closer to her. Bracing his hands against the sink on either side of her. “I think I can help with those two little problems.” Beau leaned against her, letting her feel h
is hard-on.
She smelled nice. Her subtle fragrance teased his senses. He heard her catch her breath when he thrust his hips against her, yet when he lowered his face to kiss her she pulled back. Their gazes met, hers were slightly dazed. But it was the smile on her tempting mouth that made him ignore her reaction. Not wasting another second, Beau lowered his head and took her lips captive.
He groaned low as soon as his mouth closed over her soft lips. There was no denying the taste of coffee on her mouth and mint on her breath. As their tongues melded and explored, soft moans filled the kitchen. Losing control Beau leaned deeper into her so he could feel her shapely curves. Only it wasn't enough. With a sound of frustration, his hands moved between their bodies and he pulled open the shirt she was wearing.
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