She might have laid down the law with this, but from the second she asks me to kiss her, I take charge, my hands moving to her head, holding her steady, my fingers pushing into her thick, silky hair, holding her so I can kiss her until we’re both panting and breathless, my tongue rolling with hers, desperate to taste her, to feel all of her. She cries into my mouth, juts her hips over my towel. My cock is so hard, seeking her out, needing to push deep inside of her.
‘Clothes. Way too many clothes,’ I point out, as my hands push under the fabric of her shirt, connecting with her naked back, feeling her skin and practically rejoicing in the soft perfection ofit. I reach up to her bra strap and unhook it, then drop my hands to her butt, lifting her just high enough so that I can lay her down on the mattress and kneel over her. The towel loosens then drops, so I’m fully naked, and her hands move quickly to roam first my back, on either side of my spine, and then my ass. She curves her fingertips over it, kneads it, feels it as though she’s learning me, inch by inch.
‘You’ve stopped,’ she complains, and I grin, realising she’s right. Ihavestopped kissing her. I’m just feeling—feeling how good her hands are on my body, how good her body feels beneath my hands, how good every inch of this is. ‘Don’t stop,’ she implores, digging her heels into the mattress and lifting her hips, inviting me to take her. Clothes continue to be the problem though. I act quickly, undoing her shirt first, separating it and then dispensing with the bra—thank god I’d had the foresight to undo it already. The fabric slides from her body easily enough so she’s naked from the waist up. I don’t waste a second looking, even though my gaze is hungry to take her all in. There’ll be time for that later. Right now, my hands need to touch, my mouth needs to taste.
I drag my lips across her collarbone, then lower, running my tongue across the valley between her breasts, choosing one breast to taste first, to circle her nipple with my tongue before sucking it deep in my mouth. She jerks hard against me, and cries my name into the room. I bite back a smile before moving to the next one, as my hands surf lower, to the waistband of her pants. I unfasten them as quickly as I can, given all my focus is on the fullness of her breasts. I drag my mouth lower, over her stomach, worshipping kisses against her skin, as my hands push her trousers and thong down her legs, until she’s as naked as I am, but so much prettier.
My mouth drops back to her stomach, swirling circles with my tongue, then moves lower, as my eyes flit to hers so I can see her reaction when I push my tongue against her seam, tasting her wet heat, her desperation for me. ‘Fuck, you taste so good,’ I almost complain.
She pushes up onto her elbows and stares at me, her lips moving with no words coming out.
‘Want me to stop?’ I ask.
Her eyes go wide as she shakes her head wordlessly.
I laugh a little, a hoarse, throaty sound, at the idea of having rendered Bailey James speechless. But it’s a laugh I press against her sex as I go back to kissing her right where she needs it.
‘Tell me what you want, baby,’ I say, even when I know she’s barely able to form a sentence.
‘This,’ she moans, surprising me. Her voice is loud, desperate. Close. My cock jerks hard, heat builds in my balls. I move my hands around to curve beneath her ass, lifting her up, holding her hard against my face so I can devour her, so there’s no escape from this wave of madness, from passion.
‘Beau.’ She says my name like it’s five syllables, long and guttural, drawn from deep within her soul. I grip her ass and keep going, stroking her until she can’t bear it, until she’s suddenly saying my name fast, over and over, like a whip cracking through the air. Her hand reaches out to steady herself on my shoulder, her nails digging into me, but a single glance at her face shows that she’s riding on cloud nine, in a state of sheer, unadulterated euphoria.
It’s a moment I commit to memory. The sight of her, the smell, the taste, the feel of her skin against my palms, the sheer, sublime surrender to our chemistry—finally. It’s only been a few days, but right now it feels as though I’ve been waiting all my life for this.
I hold her steady as she rides the wave, her body trembling all over, her breasts pert, nipples hard. Slowly her breathing starts to steady, her eyes look a little less fevered, and she opens her mouth to speak. But before she can say anything, I drop my head back down and pick up right where I left off, my tongue lashing her hard, my hands holding her to me, until she’s coming all over again, quicker this time, harder too.
‘I’m gonna like driving you crazy, baby,’ I say honestly against her, moving my mouth to her hip and sucking there, until a small, pink mark forms. I pull away and kiss it lightly.
‘You— are— way too good— at— this—’ she pants into the room, before flopping back onto the bed.
I grin as I crawl up her body, my weight held off her with my arms.
‘Oh, but we’ve barely even started.’
She stares up at me, almost in a state of panic. ‘You’re kidding?’
‘That’s just an entrée.’
Heat spreads from her cheeks to her chest. ‘Show me,’ she says, with the trademark courage and daring I’ve come to recognise in her. ‘Show me everything.’
I reach past her to the bedside table, taking a long drink of water before coming back and staring right at her. I run my hand through her hair, and look deep into her eyes. So I see themoment she blinks away, like she wants to shield herself from me. From this being personal, rather than just intimate.
Okay, fair enough. That’s our deal, and it’s the exact deal I like. It doesn’t mean we can’t recognise that we’re sharing something special. Sex can be inconsequential but still special.
‘Bailey, look at me,’ I demand, tone gruff.
She glances up, almost like she’s scared.
I press my finger against her lips and then can’t resist sliding it in, feeling the moist warmth of her mouth. My cock jerks against her and she moans, right around my finger. A little bit of my seed spills out.
‘I want to take you, hard, fast, right now. I want to make you see stars. I want to make you forget your own name.’
Another moan.
‘Yes, cowboy, yes,’ she whimpers, and I kiss her then, kiss her hard, kiss her in the way I want and need to take her, dominating her, kiss her until she sees stars and I feel them bursting through me.
Her hands drag down my back, nails digging into me, hips lifting up, begging me to take her, but I pull away, reaching to the bedside table and grabbing my wallet from the drawer. I flip it open one-handed and reach in for a condom, bringing it to my lips and tearing it open faster than I’ve ever moved before.
