“You want to know what you do to me?” His voice is rough, dangerous. “I've been hard for days. Every time you bite that lip. Every morning when you press against me in your sleep, making those little sounds…”
“What sounds?” I breathe, arching up against him.
“You know what sounds.” He rocks his hips against mine, and I moan, proving his point. “Fuck, just like that.”
His mouth crashes down on mine, and this kiss is nothing like before. It's consuming, desperate. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, and we're grinding against each other like teenagers, too desperate to even get undressed.
I gasp when he moves to my neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks. “Bedroom. Now.”
Beau stands, pulling me up with him, then carrying me into the bedroom. He presses me against the wall beside the bed. “Need a minute,” he growls against my throat. “If I take you to bed right now, I won't be gentle.”
“I don't want gentle.”
He pins my wrists above my head with one hand, the other sliding under my shirt to cup my breast. “You sure you can handle that?”
“Try me.”
He thumbs my nipple through my bra, making me arch and whimper. “Been thinking about this… how you'd feel. How wet you'd be.”
“Find out,” I challenge, and he releases my wrists to pull my shirt over my head.
“Fuck,” he breathes, staring. The bra is nothing special, but the way he's looking at me makes me feel like a goddess. “You're so fucking perfect.”
He unhooks the bra with surprising dexterity, and then his mouth is on me, hot and demanding. I cry out, hands tangling in his hair, holding him against me as he sucks my breasts, alternating between gentle and rough until I'm shaking.
“Beau, please…”
“Tell me what you want.” He drops to his knees, looking up at me. “I need to hear you say it.”
“I want your mouth on me.” My face burns, but I'm beyond caring. “I want you to make me come.”
“Good girl,” he growls, and pulls my pants and underwear down in one motion.
The first touch of his tongue makes me cry out. Beau chuckles against me, the vibration making me gasp, then gets serious about his task. He eats me like a man starved, like he's been thinking about this for days, and when he slides two thick fingers inside me while sucking on my clit, I come within minutes, legs shaking, only his arm around my waist keeping me upright.
He stands, backing me onto the bed, kissing me deep so I can taste myself on his tongue, then strips off his clothes.
“Holy shit,” I breathe. He’s huge everywhere, thick and hard and already leaking for me. “You’re going to wreck me.”
“Only in the best way,” he promises, covering my body with his. “I’ll take care of you, I promise.”
He kisses me again, slow and filthy, hands roaming until I’m trembling beneath him. When he settles between my thighs and lines himself up, the blunt head of him nudging my entrance, I can’t hold the words back anymore.
“I want you to be my first,” I whisper against his mouth.
Beau freezes. Every muscle in his big body locks solid above me. His eyes snap open, wide and stunned, searching my face like he’s waiting for the punchline.
“Your… first?” he repeats, hoarse. He starts to pull back, hands already shifting to my hips like he’s about to lift off me completely. “Jesus, Clara…stop. Right now.”
“No,” I gasp, locking my ankles behind his back before he can retreat. “I don’t want to stop. I want this. I wantyou.”
He drops his forehead to mine, breathing hard, a tremor running through him. “You’re a virgin and you didn’t tell me?” His voice cracks with something between awe and panic.
He swallows roughly. “We need to slow down. Like, all the way down. I could hurt you.”
“You won’t,” I say, cupping his face, forcing him to meet my eyes. “I trust you. I’ve waited all this time for the right person, and it’s you. Please don’t make me wait any longer.”
His eyes flutter shut like I just struck him. “Fuck,” he breathes. “You’re killing me.”
