And then…then he kissed me.
He really,reallykissed me…with his whole body, like I’d never been kissed before.
Beau’s hand slid to my lower back, the other coming up to cup my cheek—and he tilted his head before pressing his lips to mine, inhaling me. I moaned out loud, embarrassing myself, but he didn’t seem to care; in fact, it made the kiss better, encouraged him to dart his tongue out and sweep it across mine.
I fucking melted…because how could I not? My hands found his chest, curling in the fabric of his shirt, and I sighed into his mouth.
“You have no idea,” he whispered against my lips. “How long I’ve been waitin’ for someone like you.”
I didn’t stop—couldn’t stop—kissing him. “You just met me.”
He kissed me again like that didn’t matter. Like he already knew me.
Like he alreadywantedme—body and soul, skin andsinew, everything that made me me. It wasn’t logical; it wasn’t smart.
And I didn’t give a single shit.
Beau’s hand slid lower, gripping the back of my thighs to hoist me onto the kitchen counter. I gasped, breath catching as the counter chilled the backs of my thighs through my jeans—but then his mouth found my neck, and any chance of rational thought dissolved entirely.
“God, you’re killin’ me,” he murmured, lips brushing just under my ear. “You walk into my house and put on Dolly Parton and tell me to kiss you, and you expect me to cook?”
I shivered, arching into him. “Youofferedto cook.”
“That was before you asked me to fuck you,” he growled, teeth grazing my jaw as his hands slid beneath the hem of my hoodie. He tugged it off over my head along with my t-shirt, leaving me in my bra and jeans on his countertop—and his hands were on me again right away, rolling my nipples through the lace of my bra, making me arch and moan.
“You always…” I gasped. “Always this generous with stranded strangers?”
“Just the ones with blue eyes and a bad attitude.”
My laugh broke on a gasp as he leaned down, teeth grazing the swell of my breast before kissing it like he meant it—like he was worshipping at the altar of my sass and sarcasm. His hands were everywhere, anchoring me to the counter, sliding down my sides, coaxing pleasure out of me with an ease that was either natural talent or very lucky chemistry.
“Off,” I murmured, reaching for the hem of his shirt and yanking helplessly at it. He pulled away enough to pull it off over his head, revealing thefinesttorso I’d ever seen in real life. “Nice.”
“Thanks,” he chuckled.
When his hand moved to the button of my jeans, I didn’t stop him. I lifted my hips instead, helping him tug themdown, dragging my underwear with them. He stepped back just long enough to peel them off completely, and when he reached for his own jeans, I watched him like I was under a spell.
And his cock…fuck, of course it was perfect.Hewas perfect. He had to be. None of this was real and I must’ve died somewhere back on the highway, and now I was in heaven with a stupid sexy angel.
Beau stepped between my legs again and kissed me like we were the only two people on earth.
“You still want this?” he asked against my lips, voice thick with barely held restraint. His cock was so close, pressing against my thigh, hard as a fucking rock.
I nodded. “Yes.”
Beau gripped my hips. “Then I need you to look at me, darlin’. The whole time. I wanna see your face when I make you come.”
I choked on a sound that might’ve been a laugh—or a whimper. “Seriously?”
“What?” he asked, leaning in. He reached one hand between us and dragged his cock through my arousal, the head catching on my entrance. “You don’t think I’m gonna make you come?”
I’ve never come from vaginal sex, my very unsexy inner critic thought.
“Guess we have to try,” I said.
And then, smiling and locking eyes with me, he thrust inside.
CHAPTER 7
