His golden eyes are still hard. His jaw is still tight. The caveman is still running the show behind his pretty eyes. He’slooking at the road where Mark’s car disappeared, like he’s memorizing the route in case he needs it later.
“Hey,” I say, pressing my palm to his jaw. His stubble is rough under my fingers. His muscle ticks. “Eyes on me.”
He looks down. His gaze softens. Barely.
“I didn’t like him on your porch,” he whispers.
“I know.”
“Didn’t like his eyes on you.”
“I know.”
“Didn’t like him breathing your air.”
My pussy clenches. God help me. Possessive caveman Beau shouldn’t be this hot. It shouldn’t make my thighs press together, my nipples tighten, and my whole body floods with heat. But it does. Because watching this big, quiet man look at my ex-husband like he was something stuck to the bottom of his boot and then kiss me like he was staking a flag …yeah. That did something to me.
“Take me inside,” I say.
His eyes flash. “Ina…”
“Now, Beau.”
He reads my face. Sees what’s there. And his golden eyes go dark.
He doesn’t carry me this time. He walks me backward through the front door, his hands on my hips, his mouth on mine, kicking the screen shut behind us, pins me against the hallway wall, and his big body presses me flat. I feel every hard inch of him. His chest, his abs, his cock, already thickening against my belly.
“He touched you for twenty years,” Beau growls against my throat. His hands yank my shirt up. His rough palms slide over my bare stomach, my ribs. “Twenty years of his hands on your skin.” He grips my tits through my bra…hard, possessive, hisfingers digging into the soft flesh. “I’m gonna erase every single one.”
“Yes,” I gasp. “Please.”
He drops to his knees. Right there in the hallway. His huge hands grip my hips. He yanks my shorts and panties down to my ankles in one pull. Presses his face between my thighs and inhales…deep, rough, his nose against my clit, his groan vibrating through my entire lower body.
“This is mine,” he says against my pussy. His breath hot on my swollen flesh. “Every fucking inch. Mine.”
Then his mouth is on me. Devouring. Licking, sucking, his tongue pushing inside me, his hands gripping my ass so hard I’ll have bruises. I grab his hair with both hands. My head slams back against the wall. My legs shake. He eats me like he’s trying to consume me. Like he can taste Mark’s name in my history and he’s replacing it with his tongue.
I come fast. Hard. Sobbing his name. Knees buckling. He catches me …of course he does…stands, lifts me against the wall, frees his cock, and pushes inside me before the last wave even fades.
“Who do you belong to?” he demands, buried deep, his forehead pressed to mine.
“You.”
“Who’s the only man who touches you?”
“You, Beau. Only you.”
“Who’s gonna breed you, baby?” His hips snap. Deep. Brutal. Perfect. “Who’s gonna fill this pussy and keep you full?”
“YOU,” I scream. And I come again. Or maybe I never stopped. My body is a live wire. Clenching, shaking, milking him. He follows with a roar…his big body shuddering, his cock pulsing inside me, his hands gripping my thighs so hard I think I feel the bruises forming.
We stay there. Pinned to the wall. Panting. Wrecked. His face in my neck. My fingers, in his hair. His cum dripping down my thigh.
“Feel better?” I pant.
He lifts his head. His golden eyes are calm again. Clear. The caveman’s gone back to his cave. My man is back. He brushes a braid off my sweaty forehead.
“Yeah,” he says. And almost smiles. “I feel better.”
