“You stay right there,” I ordered, scrambling to undo my belt buckle and my jeans. “Keep those pretty legs spread for me, Noelle…I’m tryin’ to hurry.”
She whimpered when I stood, her cheek against the bark now, both hands fisted tight like she needed something to hold her to this world. I shoved my jeans down just enough to free myself and gripped her hips, guiding her back to me.
I rubbed the head of my cock through her slick folds, and she shivered like it was too much and not enough all at once.
“Beau,” she breathed, her voice shaky. “Please.”
I leaned in close, my chest brushing her back, my mouth hot at her ear. “Please what, baby?”
She whimpered again, but then I felt it—the moment she stopped fighting it, the moment she gave in to whatever this was between us. She pushed back into me, hips rocking, voice breaking.
“Make me yours.”
I froze.
Just for a second.
Because that was the kind of thing a woman like Noelle didn’t say. Not lightly. Not by accident. And not unless she meant it.
A growl ripped out of me before I could stop it.
“Oh, baby,” I rasped, lining myself up and thrusting deep—one long, steady push until I was fully inside her, buried to the hilt.
She cried out, and I gripped her hips harder.
“You already are,” I said against her shoulder. “You were mine the second I saw you. I knew it, even if you didn’t.”
She moaned, high and desperate, pushing back against me.
“Tell me again,” she gasped.
I slammed into her harder. “You’re mine.”
Again.
“Mine to fuck. Mine to hold. Mine to keep.”
“God, Beau?—”
“I don’t care if it’s fate,” I snarled, pounding into her now, the rhythm rough, relentless, everything I’d been holding back. “I don’t care if the whole town saw it coming. I’d choose you a thousand times.”
She reached back blindly, grabbed at my wrist, grounding herself. “Fuck, I love the way you talk to me.”
“Then listen close,” I said, panting now, my forehead pressed to the nape of her neck. “I’m gonna fill you up, baby. Gonna fuck you so deep they’ll hear you cryin’ my name all the way back at the house.”
“Please,” she begged. “Do it. I want it.”
My hips stuttered.
“You want me to come inside you?”
She nodded against the tree, desperate. “I want all of it. I want—fuck—I want everything.”
I reached down, my fingers finding her clit again, rubbing tight little circles as I drove into her, faster now, harder. Her thighs started to shake.
“Come for me again,” I whispered. “Let me feel you.”
She shattered with a cry, her whole body trembling as she clenched around me. Jesus…Jesus fuckin’ Christ, she was perfect. Maybe I didn’t care anymore if I hadn’t really chosen her, if the town forced us together—I’d never felt something more right.
