As if it weren’t already fucking blown.
The act of running my tongue along the seam of Beau’s lips while we were both panting, tearing away the façade that we had both apparently built with each other, was mind-blowing.
Everything was so exciting, forbidden, and perfect all at once. My body hummed as heat licked up my thighs.
I leaned forward to press my lips to his, to explore his mouth, to set off the absolute nuclear bomb that would lay waste to me if Beau kissed me.
But he stepped back, abruptly, stealing the warmth of his body, the electricity of his presence.
He backed up three strides then began to pace around the room, tearing his fingers through his hair. I watched him, still plastered to the wall, trying to catch my breath and decide if I was going to erupt in flames or dissolve into a puddle on the floor.
Beau stopped pacing to stare at me, his intense gaze pinning me to the spot. His eyes slowly ran over me, displaying a yearning that I didn’t know existed.
“I’m old enough to be your father,” he barked out as if I’d said something. I hadn’t. I’d just been panting like a wild animal.
I didn’t flinch at his tone because I saw the heavy rise and fall of his chest, the flare of his eyes, the change in his posture. He was turned on. His lasciviousness tortured him. I had that power over Beau Shaw.
“If you impregnated someone in middle school,” I challenged him, still breathing heavily, still looking at him through some very rose-tinted glasses.
I was more than aware of our age gap. More than aware of the daddy issues that probably made it more appealing to me. I didn’t care much about either. I wanted him.
Now.
On the floor. On the couch. In his bed. Against the wall. I wasn’t picky. I just needed relief from the tension that was making my skin feel impossibly tight, had my insides clenching with the need for … Beau.
As if I communicated all of this with just my hooded gaze, Beau crossed the distance between us even quicker than he created it. His hands caged me against the wall again, this time careful not to touch me.
When he leaned forward, I felt his breath on my face, the heat emanating from the wall of his solid, large body. I was trapped in his orbit, and I never wanted to escape.
The world stopped spinning. Gravity ceased to exist.
I almost whined when Beau stepped back again, shutters falling over his expression. He pinched the bridge of his nose, looking down for a beat before gazing back up at me.
Heat still burned in his eyes for me, but his mouth was a thin line.
“I can’t.” The words were weights, heavy, torn out of him with effort. And I felt them crash to the bottom of my stomach.
“You want to,” I argued, more brazen than I’d ever been in my life. More confident. Because of Beau. He’d made me feel that way. Powerful. Womanly. His eyes told me that he wanted me. Wholeheartedly and indisputably. There was no room in his gaze for anything else.
“I want to,” he sighed. “I want to more than I want to fucking breathe, Hannah.” His voice dripped with hunger.
My body electrified at his admission. He wanted me. He wanted me more than he wanted tobreathe.
“But I won’t do that to Clara,” he declared adamantly, face clearing of that feral longing.
I startled at the mention of his daughter, confused at what she had to do with the moment. “You’re not doing anything to Clara,” I replied.
He shook his head. “If I take you like I want…” His eyes lazily trailed over me. Possessively. I could barely hold myself up. “I wouldn’t be able to stop, Hannah. I want to fucking ruin you. Want you to scream my name at the top of your lungs. Want your body coated in my cum.”
Holy.Fuck.
Did he just say that?
Yeah, he just said that.
Did I just have a mini, tiny orgasm? Yeah. I definitely did. Never in my wildest dreams could I imagine that Beau, a man of few words, was exceptionally amazing at dirty talk. And we hadn’t even fucked yet. Hadn’t even kissed.
Beau looked up at the ceiling, kneading the back of his neck. I took in his taut body, appreciating the way his biceps stretched his shirt. Looking farther downward, I had to bite on the inside of my cheek when I saw he was as hard as a rock. I could seethe outline in his jeans. He was big. My mouth moistened at the prospect of seeing it, tasting it, it being … inside me.
