“That’s my girl,” he growled from above her, his mouth biting down onto the meaty part of her shoulder where it met with her neck. She shuddered, her orgasm stealing every rational thought from her mind and breath from her lungs as his hips slammed into hers. His thrusts stuttered, and then he came with a hoarse shout, his mouth closing over the spot he’d bitten lightly. “Jesus, you come so good, Val. I’ve never felt a pussy come so hard around my cock, sweetheart. You fucking squeeze me dry.”
Somehow, after everything that had happened in the last twelve hours, she was still able to blush. The filthy whispered words into her ear made heat flood her face and she buried her face in the pillow beneath her. His hand was still wrapped lightly around her throat, and she felt the pressure of his fingers against her throat when she swallowed.
When Beau finally rolled off of her, she turned her head andrested her cheek on her stacked hands as she watched him. He stood from the bed, padding naked into the bathroom as he removed the condom. Heat flooded her cheeks again as he shut the door. Her body was sore, muscles she hadn’t used in far too long being put to use; rigorous use.
Propping her chin in her hands, she smiled at Beau as he came out of the bathroom a few minutes later. He was glorious in his nakedness and she looked her fill as he walked back toward the bed. Reaching out, he let his palm crack across her naked butt and she gasped in shock. Laughing, he leaned down to press a kiss to her mouth before straightening again.
“I trust that you have all the fixings for coffee here, or do I need to run downstairs?” he asked, running his hand over the butt cheek he’d just spanked, soothing away the bite of the slap.
She nodded. His fingers squeezed the roundness that filled his palm and he groaned, his eyes leaving hers to follow the trail that his hand was making. “Fuck, this ass. So pretty.”
Then he straightened, leaning down to pick up his boxer-briefs that had been tossed aside the night before. Pulling them up his legs, she admired the way his muscles bunched and smoothed out with each move he made. Adjusting himself in his underwear, he winked at her when she raised her eyes back to his before he turned and left the bedroom, walking out into her living room and kitchen wearing nothing but a tight pair of black underwear.
Val groaned and finally rolled out of bed, stepping across the room to the bathroom. Closing the door, she peered at herself in the mirror. Her hair was tousled around her shoulders. Her mouth was kiss-swollen and beard-abraded, and she raised her fingers to touch her lips lightly as she stared. Mascara was smudged beneath her eyes and she groaned. Washing her face hurriedly, she removed all of her slept in make-up and then smoothed her facial moisturizer over her clean skin. Beau hadseen her with no make-up a hundred times… but this was different.
Theywere different.
The floors in her apartment were always stone cold, so she pulled a fuzzy pair of Valentine’s themed socks onto her feet. Sliding her arms into a soft pink bathrobe with tiny red hearts all over it, she tied the sash around her waist and then took a deep breath in before stepping out of the bathroom and out the bedroom door.
Beau was standing at her kitchen sink, coffee cup in hand, staring out the small window that looked out over the snow-covered street below. Still wearing nothing but his tight boxer-briefs. His glorious tattooed body on full display.
When she knew he heard her behind him, he turned, and she blushed to the roots of her hair. His gaze swept from the top of her head down to her fuzzy Valentine stockinged toes and then back up until they stopped on hers. “There you are. I was wondering if you were going to hide in there until I got the hint and left.”
Val shook her head, stepping forward until she stood directly in front of him. He set his coffee cup on the counter beside them and opened his arms. She sighed and stepped into the circle of his arms, closing her eyes as they closed around her tightly, wrapping her own around his naked torso. Her fingers smoothed over the nakedness of his back. They stood that way for a long time. Far longer than sixty seconds. Finally, she inhaled deeply and released it slowly before whispering against his skin, “Can we just… pretend nothing out there exists? Just for a little longer?” she tightened her arms around his waist. “I’m not ready for you to let go yet. Is that okay?”
CHAPTER 13
Something tugged viciously at the cold stone in his chest that was his heart. Smoothing his hand over her hair, he kissed the crown of her head. “As long as you want, sweetheart.”
She nodded against his chest and he felt her lips moving across his bare skin. This felt… surprisingly right. Surprisingly normal.
“Theo and Miles are on shift today,” he said quietly, his lips moving directly against the top of her head.
“They are?” she asked, raising her head so she could look at him. He nodded. Her eyes crinkled at the corners when she smiled, and then she returned her cheek to resting against his chest. “I don’t work today, either.” She flattened her hands against the skin of his back and he couldn’t stop the smile that tugged at his mouth. “But I don’t want you to think you have to stay, if you don’t want to…”
“Why don’t we start with coffee and maybe some breakfast,” he murmured, smoothing his hands over her back and arms. The robe she wore was incredibly soft against hispalms. He kissed her forehead, just because he could. Just because, it too, felt right. “And maybe I’ll run across the hall and get a change of clothes.”
“You don’t want to wear your jeans and nice shirt?” she asked, the teasing in her tone belied by the tightening of her arms around his waist.
“I think I’d much rather lounge around in sweats and a t-shirt, but if I have to put my date clothes back on, then so do you. I’m going to have dreams about that dress, Val.”
She laughed, the sound vibrating through his own chest and he tightened his arms around her again. “You liked that dress?”
“Sweetheart,” he whispered, lowering his lips to her temple, where he pressed another kiss, “that dress was stunning. The memory of you standing in front of me and dropping that dress to the floor… You, my dear Valentina, are what sex fantasies are made of.”
Val laughed and raised her head, rolling her eyes at him, before finally stepping away. He loosened his arms, letting them drop to his sides. She glanced down his body and he felt his dick jump, already half hard just thinking about her stripping out of that dress the night before. Or the way she tasted on his tongue. And the way she felt coming for him. Fuck.
He clasped her face between his hands and lowered his mouth to hers, kissing her thoroughly, languidly. He never wanted to stop. “I don’t know what kind of voodoo magic you wield, woman.”
“I’ll never tell,” she sing-songed breathily against his lips, smiling.
Finally releasing her, he stepped back and turned toward the coffee maker, pouring a cup and then handing it to her, already lightened with French vanilla creamer from the refrigerator, then topped off his own cup.
“I’m going to run across the hall and grab some clothes, can I trust you to sit and relax with this coffee without doing a classic Val freakout about what happened last night the second I walkout the door?” he asked, taking a sip of his coffee. When she rolled her eyes at him, he scowled down at her over the rim of his cup. “I need the words, Val.”
“Yes, I will be fine while you go to your apartment and change clothes. No, I will not freak out.”
He narrowed his eyes on her for a moment longer, watching her face for any hint of a lie, but then he said, “Okay. I’ll only be gone for a few minutes. I won’t even be gone long enough for my coffee to get cold, okay?”
