My lips are still tingling when I pull back, clearing my throat.
It’s now or never.
“Can I have the key, so I can go freshen up?”
Pulling it back out of his back pocket, he hands it to me. “Go ahead.”
“Won’t be long.” I smile, giving him one more kiss before getting up.
When I get to the door, I realise we don’t have our bags. A mild panic attack is brewing as I turn back to face him, trying to keep my voice from trembling.
“Um, where are our bags?”
He turns away from the view to face me. “They put them just inside the door. Want me to come in?”
“No!” I squeak before clearing my throat. “I mean, no, stay out here. We’ve still got a while before the rain starts.”
He looks unsure but nods anyway. “Okay. Just yell if you need me.”
With the cast still on my arm, that may be a possibility. Before now he’s had to tie a bag around my arm for me to shower or has run me a bath. At the beginning, when the pain had been at its worst, he even did the buttons on my jeans.
I head inside, flicking the big light on. My bag is where he said it would be and I grab it, before heading to the bathroom. I don’t linger to look at the king-sized bed or the forty-two-inch TV, otherwise my nerves will get the best of me and I’ll back out. I don’t want it to be forced. I want it to be meaningful and romantic.
In the bathroom, I quickly splash some cold water over my face. When I look in the mirror, my cheeks are flushed and my eyes dilated. It’s what he does to me.
The brush is the first thing I take out. After sitting on the beach, the wind strong, my hair is a tangled mess. Not the sexy look I was hoping for when I’d pictured tonight.
Once it’s done, I leave it down, and begin removing my clothes. I fold them and, with shaking hands, take out the pink lace and dot mesh babydoll with matching thong. The top is floral, covering my boobs, but the rest is see-through, leaving nothing to the imagination. I’ve never worn anything like this before, but I have to admit, it feels great against my skin and I feel sexy.
I have the matching robe, but for effect, I’m going to leave it undone. I want him to want me so much he can’t help himself. And this outfit is a sure way to do it.
I hope.
All my prayers are on this working. I hadn’t known—and still don’t know—how to seduce a man, so I’d Googled, ‘How to seduce your boyfriend’, and the top hit was sexy lingerie.
With a deep breath, I face the mirror, my eyes bugging out of my head when I take in my appearance. I look… I look like a siren, so different to my normal plain look.
With one last glance—and another deep breath—I open the door.
As I step out, I hear something smash on the floor, followed by a gasp. I look up, surprised to see Beau standing in the doorway.
His mouth is agape, his eyes roaming my body with so much heat behind them. I start to feel unsure, wanting to cover myself, but something deep inside me stops myself from doing it.
“Holy fuck!” he manages to croak out.
The smash I heard is the champagne glass now in shatters on the floor. I notice Beau doesn’t make a move to pick it up, but instead walks towards me, his gaze predatory.
My breath leaves me in one great whoosh, and when he stands in front of me, I sway towards him.
With an inhale, I close my eyes, breathing him in. I close my mind off to the world around me and focus solely on him.
When I open them, his mouth descends, his eyes dark, penetrating. His fingers run over my shoulders. The feel of the robe falling down my arms and pooling to the floor is highly erotic.
This is it. It’s really happening.
Our lips meet tentatively, his coaxing mine apart with his tongue. Kissing him is like breathing for the first time.
My hands are surprisingly steady as I reach up to wrap them around the back of his neck, and before I know it, his large hands are against my butt, hoisting me up his body. I go, clinging to him for dear life.
I moan into his mouth. “Beau, I want you. I’m ready,” I whisper hoarsely.
He groans, his breath a whisper across my lips. “Are you sure?”
Without words, I nod and bring my lips back to his. He walks us backwards towards the bed. He lowers me down like I weigh nothing, managing to stay above me. His hands on my skin are sizzling, and when he pulls back to look down at my body, I squirm, the look in his eyes and across his face turning me on.
Arousal is thick in the air, and with innocent hands, I reach down to pull his top over his head. He lets me, his breathing heavy.
“You’re so fucking beautiful it hurts.”
His words mean more than he realises. They’re true, meaningful.
“Please,” I plead, trying to pull him back down to kiss me. I’m going mad inside, wanting to have him lay against me.
His eyes heat and with a half moan, half growl, he reaches for the babydoll and slowly starts to lift it up over my body. I sit up to give him access, the feel of the satin gliding along my sensitive skin pulling a moan from me. I can feel the wetness surge between my legs, my hips already grinding against him for some kind of friction.
With the babydoll removed, his eyes take on a predatory look, his fingers running down my arms, my stomach, stopping at the waistband of my thong.
“You next.” The words are barely audible, I’m that turned on.
He falls to the side of me, his eyes never leaving mine. A zipper being undone echoes in the room. I’m breathless, trying to focus on him when all I want to do is look down, explore.
He is gorgeous, so completely gorgeous. It’s unfair.
He kicks them to the floor, and my eyes finally look down, my fingers inching forward to run down his chest. I gulp when I notice he’s completely naked, his boxers removed. His hard cock stands proudly, slapping against his stomach when I inch further down his muscled, heaving chest.
Arriving at my goal, I bravely reach out and wrap my hand around his silk hood. He growls in the back of his throat, his head falling back onto the pillow.
“Is this okay?” I whisper. My insecurities are coming out, but I needn’t have worried. Beau’s hand covers mine, gliding my hand up and down his hard shaft.
“More than okay. But, first, let me love you.”
My mind goes straight to sex and my breathing picks up. But when he starts to move slowly down my body, trailing kisses, removing my thong, I become confused. Shouldn’t he be kissing my lips?
Any thoughts of rejection are removed from my mind when his soft tongue licks through my slit.
I cry out in pleasure, my body arching from the bed. My core tightens and my clit tingles in anticipation.
With fingers running through his hair, I get lost, my orgasm building until I’m screaming out his name. Every time we’ve done this, he’s made me lose my mind within minutes.
“One more,” he whispers against my most private parts.
Just when I think it couldn’t get any better, his finger enters me, swirling inside me before I feel another finger follow. It feels tight, but good.
And like my body has a mind of its own, I begin to move, my hips grinding against his hand, just as his mouth descends on my clit once more.
There’s too much going on for me to concentrate on one thing. It all feels good, better than good.
My body startles with the surprise of another orgasm, my skin slicked with sweat.
Beau rises, his mouth covered in my juices. He wipes them away, his gaze smouldering as he moves up my body.
“One last chance. Are you sure?”
My fingers reach for his cheeks, my gaze searching his as I answer honestly, “I’ve never been surer of anyone in my life, Beau. It’s you I choose. It will always be you.”
Pride and love flash across his expression, his mouth opening like he’s going to say something. But he shakes his head, his eyes closing.
“Faith Carter, I think I’m falling i
n love with you.”
A startled gasp escapes and tears fill my eyes. “I’m falling too,” I tell him, before slamming my lips against his.
His kisses me back with so much passion it sends me dizzy. We’re all lips, tongues and hands before he pulls back, gazing at me with so much adoration it steals my breath.
“Condom.”
Having planned this, I packed us a few. “In my robe.”
He kisses me one more time before jumping from the bed and grabbing my robe, pulling the row of condoms from the pocket. Six to be exact.
“Was you certain about getting lucky?” he chuckles.
My face heats as I smile at him. “Totally.”
At my saucy reply, he grins, slipping back on the bed and rising above me. “You make me feel like the luckiest man alive.”
I run my fingers through his hair, my smile nervous. “I don’t know what I’m doing, Beau. This is as far as I got with my planning. So, please, make love to me.”
“As you wish.”
He makes ripping open a condom wrapper with his teeth, sexy as hell. God, just seeing his white teeth biting into the foil wrapper has me clenching my thighs together.
I watch in fascination as he slides it on. My gaze reaches his once it’s done and all the excitement I felt before, evaporates. Now it’s replaced with a nervous energy, but more, it’s filled with want and need.
He looms above me and, instead of his large body feeling intimidating, it’s hot, sexy.
I jump a little when he lines up against my entrance, his heavy breathing causing a little anxiety to bubble up. He looks like he’s in pain, but when he opens his eyes, gazing down at me, all I see is his desire and arousal.
He pushes inside, his gaze never leaving mine. My fingers dig in to his shoulders, preparing for the pain I know is going to come. I’m not naive enough to think it’s not going to. It’s a given.
“You okay?” His jaw clenches as he pushes in a little further, stretching my walls. Sweat beads on his forehead and his arms, braced on either side of my head, are shaking.
“More than.”
He brings his mouth back down to mine and I try not to squirm, but it’s hard when he feels and tastes so good.
He pulls back a little, his expression one of concentration as he moves a little more inside me. I tense slightly, but when his lips move down to my neck, sizzling my skin, I relax. I arch into him, causing him to slide in a little more.
I feel full. It’s a foreign feeling, but not uncomfortable enough for me to pull back and stop this. Meeting resistance, his jaw clenches, looking down at me, torn. I know he doesn’t want to hurt me; I can see it in his eyes.
“Do it, please. I’ll be okay.”
His mouth meets mine once again in a long, languid kiss. I feel dizzy, moaning into his mouth. I’m so disoriented that I forget about the sensations down below until a sharp sting has me gasping and letting out a pathetic whimper.
It hurts, but nothing I can’t handle.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers, his voice hoarse against my ear.
I run my fingers through his light hair as my body and mind get used to the sensation between my legs. I can feel myself tensing around him, causing him to groan.
“Beau, what do we do next?” I ask when he still doesn’t move, his breathing hot and heavy against me.
He lifts up, his face tortured. “Just give me a second.”
“Did I do something wrong?”
He smiles at me, tilting his head. “Faith, I’m about to blow my load already, and I haven’t done that since I was fourteen. And I’m worried I’m going to hurt you.”
“Please move.” I shift my hips to prove how much I want him. It burns a little as he slides out, but the friction feels amazing.
He moves slowly, allowing me to get used to the fullness of him inside of me. My mouth falls open when he pushes back in. Everything in my lower body tingles and tightens, building up to something beautiful.
He reaches between us, his fingers sliding across my already sensitive clit.
“Oh, God.” I close my eyes, leaning my head back as his mouth devours my throat. He moves down, his tongue brushing along my skin.
There’s too much going on.
Each thrust is deep, controlled.
Each kiss is tantalizing.
And with each moment, I am falling deeply in love with the man above me.
I cling to him, embracing his shoulders as I shift beneath him, my body demanding I move. I know I made the right judgment when Beau lifts his head from my neck and groans in pleasure.
He looks beautiful, like a god.
His movements become frantic and I whimper against him, my teeth sinking into his shoulders as my nails rake down his back.
I’ve never felt more loved than I do in this moment.
His fingers leave my clit and pay attention to my boobs. With one light roll of my nipple, and a quick tug, I cry out, the sensations building to become explosive.
My core tightens around him and with a few more thrusts, he’s groaning, lips meeting mine in a wet kiss. I kiss him back hungrily, not caring when he collapses against me.
Something inside me breaks. Whether it’s from losing my virginity or from who I lost it with—or a mixture of both—I don’t know. But I feel powerful, brand-new. And it’s all thanks to the man above me.
Our breathing is heavy, laboured. When he pulls away from the kiss, he looks down at me, his eyes filled with so much love it nearly chokes me. Whether he knows it or not, the man is definitely in love. There are no ifs or buts.
Because I know he’s reflecting the same look I’m showing him.
It’s a look I’ll never get tired of.
“That was epic. When can we do it again?” I ask breathlessly. I grin up at him, running my fingers through the front of his hair.
He looks at me in disbelief, before bursting into laughter. He rolls us so I’m lying on top of him, making sure to stay inside me.
I stare down at him, my hair falling like a curtain, blanketing us, and give him my best innocent look.
“Well?”
“You, Faith Carter, are going to be the death of me.”
I pretend to consider it before nodding. “It will be a good way to go.”
The laughter that rolls free from him has me melting against him. “It most certainly would, but first, how about we get you in the bath, so you won’t be sore in the morning?”
With that, he moves and proves himself right. A sting burns between my legs, but with what just happened between us… it was totally worth it.
I move closer until my lips are a breath away. “So, Mr. Johnson, what are you waiting for?”
His grin is blinding. Before I have a chance to move, he’s sitting us both up in the bed. I squeal when he lifts me up and walks us to the bathroom.
I give him a look of wonder, of love, because with my heart, my body and soul, I’ll fight to keep him and this memory for the rest of my life.
I never want to forget tonight.
Ever.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
My body aches in all the right places as I stretch out in our king-size bed. I’m a little sore between my legs, but it’s worth it. Last night was phenomenal.
A grin spreads across my face as I roll to my side, my hand reaching out to run a finger down Beau’s chest.
And what a marvellous chest he has.
I trace the 3D roman clock with an angel wing sprouting off on the right side of his peck, near his shoulder blade. It’s a beautiful art piece on sexy canvas. The detail in the hands is outstanding.
It’s just another tattoo I want to find out the meaning of, but right now, I’m okay with ogling my boyfriend.
His hand wraps around my wrist, startling me. I look up into his deep, penetrating gaze and a sigh escapes me.
How did I get so lucky?
“Morning, boyfriend.”
His smile is blinding. He moves his hand to my neck, tracing the b
are skin delicately. “Morning, girlfriend.”
I lean over, pressing my lips to his. I don’t care if I have morning breath, or if he does. Hell, he could have garlic breath and I’d still kiss him.
His hand slides to cup the back of my neck, pulling me closer. I cock one leg over his and grip his shoulders, deepening the kiss.
I hum against his mouth before pulling away a little, my eyes opening to look down at him.
God, he looks so good first thing in the morning. It’s criminal.
He kisses the tip of my nose. “What would you like to do today? We have to check out at eleven, but we’re still welcome on the grounds.”
“Well, there goes my idea of staying in bed all day.” I sigh, rolling my eyes dramatically. I’m still smiling though, not really caring what we do.
“Ah, whatever will we do.”
I shrug, looking to the clock before back to him. “Well, we could use the three hours we have left in the room and make the most of it.” I run my finger down his chest, giving him a coy look.
His eyes darken, and his chest rises and falls heavily. He doesn’t stop me from reaching my target, and as we went to bed naked, there’s nothing in my way when I wrap my hand around his hard erection.
“Oh, God.” He closes his eyes with a moan. When he opens them, he looks pained. “Faith, you’re sore.”
“I am,” I tell him, my voice husky. “But, we don’t have to have sex to enjoy ourselves.” I pump once more, and I’m startled when he rolls us over so he’s laying over me, his hard, impressive body, pressing me into the bed.
“Well, when you put it that way…” His grin is downright devilish.
I open my mouth to ask what he means, but he slowly descends my body, his eyes never leaving mine.
Wetness pools between my legs at his heated expression. He kisses below my belly button, swirling his tongue around the sensitive skin. I break out in goose bumps as a shiver runs up my spine.
He licks lower, his eyes reaching mine once again, before he hits his target. I cry out at the first flick of his tongue. My fingers claw at the sheets, arching a little when he sucks my clit into his mouth, flicking his tongue across it at the same time.
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