“Do you feel safe with me?”
Again, I nodded without hesitation.
“Then you’ll do everything I ask in this room.” His voice sounded deeper now. “You feel uncomfortable or unsafe, you tell me straightaway. I do something you don’t like, that takes you to a bad place, you tell me immediately.”
His words cut through the haze of my desire, slicing through my ribs, my chest. To settle in my heart.
Beau. Beau was incredibly wild when turned on. I could see the outline of his erection through his jeans, the tense line of his shoulders. He looked nearly feral with desire, like he wanted to lay waste to my body. He’d literally just told me he wanted tocover my pussy with his cum.
But he was ensuring that I felt safe. Because of what he knew about my past. And somehow, he said it in a way that didn’t make me feel broken or fragile.
It made me feel safe. Protected.
“I need to hear you tell me, Hannah,” he clipped out the command. “That you’ll speak thesecondyou feel anything. That you don’t like anything.”
“I don’t think you’ll do anything to me I won’t like,” I managed to rasp, my lips swollen from his kiss.
His mouth twitched upward in a wolfish smile. “It’s going to be my mission to ensure that you don’t merely like anything I do to you.” His tongue peeked out to sweep across his bottom lip. “But there are a lot of things I want to do to you, Hannah.” He was still rubbing circles on my knees, my bare pussy right in front of him.
He hadn’t so much as glanced downward.
“Once I get started, Hannah, I’m going to get carried away. I’m going to want to do everything I’ve spent months dreaming of, planning in great fucking detail.”
My breath caught. He’d been planning this formonths.
“But you sitting here, cheeks flushed, lips red from my kiss, pussy fucking glistening, that’s enough for me.” He squeezed my knees. “It’s fucking everything. You’re not going to disappoint me by saying no to something in here. Everything with you is a gift, Hannah.”
My body couldn’t handle him saying much more. I’d imagined Beau throwing me in here and taking me like a caveman. I’d been craving that. I’d been worried I wouldn’t be able to handle that.
But Beau Shaw establishing a safe space for me before fucking me? How could that make me feel even more turned on?
His palm slid down my inner thigh, eyes still locked on mine as he moved slowly. My breathing was almost nonexistent when he reached the apex of my thighs.
“Absolutely fucking soaked.” He let out a low growl when he felt how wet I was. “Tell me. Now. Tell me you’ll speak up if it’s too much.”
“I will,” I squeaked, unable to handle saying more.
“Thank fuck,” he groaned. Then he spread my legs apart. His eyes left mine and zeroed in on me.
There.
I wanted to squirm. No one, save my gynecologist, had paid that much rapt attention to my vagina.
Waylon had used it as a means to an end. He’d glance at it, leer at it, make me feel dirty—not in a good way. But he wouldn’t stand in awe of it. Like Beau was doing. Would never run his eyes over it as if he were committing it to memory.
When Beau’s fingers lightly trailed through my hair, I was glad I was an optimistic groomer, hoping on the off chancesomeone—Beau—would see me, parting me to explore all the places of my pussy except my swollen, hungry clit.
I wriggled with the need for friction, release, arching my hips upward to him.
I twitched vigorously as his thumb rubbed against me, dipping inside before he slowly pulled it out and lifted it to his lips.
Through hooded eyes, I watched him taste me. Watched his eyes roll back in ecstasy. My teeth sank into my lip and I savored the stab of pain as I suppressed my moan.
Then his hands were at my thighs, spreading me even wider. There was no place for nerves about how much of me was being exposed to him, not when he gave me one last wild glance before getting on his knees.
Like he was going to worship.
Except he was going to feast.
