When my heavy breathing was my only response, he spoke again. “I need to know if you’re in the mood for romance or for me to fuck you into oblivion without much romance, knowing I love you with my whole fucking being.”
Holy.Shit.
What version of Beau Shaw had I unlocked?
Though I’d longed for romance, thought myself to be a hopeless romantic, my response was instant.
“I would like to be fucked into oblivion.” Saying the words out loud was a match to the desire that’d been kindling in me.
Beau’s harsh intake of breath cut me to the core. “There was no wrong answer there, baby, but …fuck.” The curse word was a groan, a growl, a thank you all in one. “Go into our bedroom. Now.”
Then he hung up.
Ourbedroom. I couldn’t escape the thrill of him calling it that, in that hungry tone.
I watched the door of his truck open and shut, his large, dark form cut from the porch light. Already, my body was tense with need, nerves crawling up my throat, mixing with the excitement flooding my bloodstream.
Quickly, I moved through the house, my knees barely holding me as I made it to Beau’s bedroom. Our bedroom.
I’d always imagined Beau would be a fierce lover, but never in one thousand years could I have imagined that he’d desire me this much.
My heart galloped at the sound of the front door opening and closing.
There was a clatter of boots, keys. A shuffling sound of his coat being taken off and hung up.
My fingers bit into my palms as I stood in the middle of the room, staring, waiting. I didn’t know where to go. Whether I should lie on the bed, sit on it, or undress. He hadn’t told me to do any of that, so I didn’t; I just stood there.
The temperature in the room seemed to spike when Beau appeared in the doorway, eyes instantly on me.
As he softly closed the door behind him, he didn’t look like himself. His eyes were nearly feral with desire. Hunger was etched into his jaw, neck, the brackets around his mouth.
“On your knees.”
The words, the command, the rough tone in which they were uttered, had my breath coming out in choppy bursts. I didn’t know what I’d expected—I’d had less than a minute to create expectations after the phone call—but it wasn’t that.
The rug hit my knees before I fully registered that I’d complied with his command.
Beau stared at me on my knees, the slight upturn of his lips and the fire in his eyes showing me he was pleased with me obeying his order.
A flush of pleasure swept through my body in response to his approval. Iwantedto please him. Desperately. Outside this situation, that might’ve been a problematic want, but not here. I felt safe. All I had to worry about was Beau’s instructions. He’d take care of me. I trusted that implicitly. I did not have to worry. Did not have to search for danger.
Beau slowly walked across the room, eyes never leaving mine. My breathing was shallow by the time he made it to me.
His hands tangled gently in my hair.
His crotch was at my eye level, and he was rock-hard.
“Get my cock out,” he demanded.
Hearing him speak so crudely scandalized me. Beau, the grumpy man of few words, could talkdirty.
Although I was beyond eager, my hands shook as I lifted them. He let out a hiss when I undid his pants, pulling them down to free his cock. I grasped it by the base, tightly.
Another grunt of pleasure.
“Put it in your mouth,” he ground out.
Again, without hesitation, I did as instructed. His grip on my hair was no longer gentle as I took in as much as I could. My nipples hardened, toes curling. Right away, my jaw ached from being stretched, my eyes were watering, and my pussy clenching, soaked and ready.
