“Yeah, but your body is hungry for the release,” he murmurs, pushing inside me and rocking his hips as his hands continue to caress me. “You already came and your pussy is still so hungry for me, Stunner. Can you feel how wet you are? Fuck, you feel good. Like heaven.”
It’s his words and his touch and his cock inside me that have my release building fast and furious and far too soon.
“Beau.”
“You’re already so close, I can feel you. I’ve got you, baby. Don’t hold back.”
Gripping my hips, he slams into me, as his words replay over and over in my head.
I’ve got you, baby.
Don’t hold back.
I’ve got you.
Crying out his name is the only thing I can do as I let the weeks and months of stress and uncertainty float away as my orgasm detonates. I feel nothing and everything all at once, like hanging at the top of a roller coaster before plunging down and absolutelyflying.
Beau snarls behind me, curses and praise muddled together as he buries himself so deep inside me there’s no telling where he ends and I begin.
And I’ve never wanted anything more.
17
BEAU
“Are you ready to go?” I yell, stepping into the kitchen. It’s nearly six o’clock but the house is silent. I’m tempted to call her again when I hear a drawer slam upstairs.
Followed by another.
Toeing off my boots, I walk as quietly as I can through the house toward our bedroom.
The one I share withmy wife.
She’s been insatiable since we snuck away and got married. I’d damn well lost my mind seeing her in the kitchen in nothing but sexy white lingerie, but it was more than that. The connection we’d been missing had been reignited and was stronger than ever, my thumb brushing over the spot where she’s drawn and redrawn the heart on my ring finger.
It’d felt like a branding on my heart, body, and soul.
The kind I might never survive if she still believes all this is temporary.
Raising my knuckles to knock on the door, I stop just before I make contact with the wood, my gaze snagging on Indie sitting on the edge of the mattress with her head in her hands.
Her body shakes as she cries quietly and my heart breaks in my chest as I cross the floor and drop to my knees in front of her.
“Stunner, let me make it better,” I plead, as I place my hands over hers and gently pull them from her face. “Do you want me to cancel?”
Dinner tonight at my parents’ isn’t going to be the thing that breaks us before I’ve gotten the chance to marry the woman in front of me.
“No.” She sniffs, her eyes puffy as I wipe the tears from her cheeks.
“Okay,” I start cautiously. “Youwantto go to dinner.”
“Yes.”
“Is it something I did?”
“No.” She sniffs again, and I try like hell to put this puzzle together even though half the pieces are missing.
This is okay—this is normal.
