‘Whatever.’ I wave a hand in the air. ‘I eat everything.’
His eyes hold mine a moment, lightly teasing, and I realise the double entendre, the sexual promise, and feel a rush of flames rolling through me. A rush of something else too. Madness and temptation. Power.
He starts to talk into the phone, requesting that he be connected to room service. I move quickly, pushing out of bed and pacing across to him. He glances my way, apparently on hold. Before he can say anything or guess what I’m doing, I drop to my knees in front of him, my eyes riding up his body, over his toned chest to his eyes, which are staring at me like he’s a starving man in front of a huge plate of food.
‘Don’t let me distract you,’ I sing sweetly, before leaning forward and wrapping my lips around him, teasing him. He stirs immediately, his cock growing hard in my mouth and then filling it, his groan a muttered oath.
He swears and starts to talk. It takes me a second to realise he’s listing food items. His voice is unrecognisable. I move my mouth faster, taking him deeper, and one hand comes to rest at the back of my head, like he wants me to stop, and also desperately needs me not to.
Honestly, this isn’t a thing I’ve ever enjoyed, but with Beau, there’s just something about him that makes me want to take all of him, with all of me. Maybe it’s the fact it’s been so long since I’ve been with a guy, or maybe it’s justhim.The masculinity of him, the raw heat, the power, and the fact that even when I know I would never be stupid enough to trust him long term or want anything more from him than this, I dotrusthim, in the here and now. I trust him not to hurt me, in any way. It’s a safe space, a place to explore this, and excitement bubbles just beneath my skin, especially when he groans into the phone then rapidly slams the receiver into the cradle and just throws his head back in complete abandon.
‘Bailey …’
Is that how I sounded when he was going down on me? Wild and unhinged, totally lost to everything and anything? I move my mouth faster, taking his whole length as far as I can, hitching him at the back of my throat then pulling away, again and again, until a curse hisses from between his lips and his hands are pushing beneath my arms, lifting me up, and his mouth is seeking mine, his hard cock jutting against my stomach as he lifts me and kisses me, pushing me back to the bed and coming over me, his movements frantic and commanding, the heat between us blowing out of control now, leaving me with no sense of anything but this fucking moment, and this fucking man.
‘You are …’ He stares at me, frowning, lost for words, and I grin, because I really, really like that I can do that to him.
‘Yeah?’
I move my hands down his stomach slowly to his cock, and curve them around his rock-solid length.
He shudders, eyes slamming shut. I stare up at him, ignoring the heaviness in my body, just enjoying this.
‘Beau?’
His eyes fire open, chest shifting visibly with the force of his breath.
‘Yeah?’
‘Fuck me.’
‘No, Bailey, you started this.’ His eyes are steady, holding mine. ‘You fuck me.’
Seconds later, after he’s ripped a condom from the packet and rolled it down as quickly as humanly possible, he moves tositting on the edge of the bed, dragging me over him so I straddle his lap and do just what he said. He is mine, and the pleasure is mine to dish out, at my pace, in my hands, my control. The power is as thrilling as it is addictive, only I’d never be stupid enough to get addicted to riding Beau Donovan.
I’m in the shower when the room service is dropped off, so by the time I pad out wrapped in a hotel robe, Beau’s pulling lids off bowls and plates to reveal enough food to feed a family of ten.
‘Umm, are we expecting company? Maybe the whole tour?’
He winks at me. ‘You ever seen a cowboy eat?’
I pull a face and gesture to the table. It’s practically groaning under the weight of his food. ‘You’re telling me you can dispose of all that?’
‘You gonna put it in your article if I say yes?’
‘Maybe. I mean, it’s a human-interest piece and this is definitely interesting.’
He shrugs his shoulders. ‘Then, sure. I doubt we’re going to be sending scraps back to the kitchen. What’ll you have?’ He waves to the table, beckoning me over, and I hesitate for the briefest moment before closing the distance between us.
The shower was restorativeandsobering. Some of the mania has dispersed, leaving me with a serious question mark in my mind over what the hell I’m doing.
At the arena today, I knew I had to have him. I knew that I would regret not reaching out and taking this opportunity with both hands. But I can’t ignore the fact that this was very, very out of character.
‘Wait up, Bailey.’
I stop walking and look around—am I about to stand on something?
Confused, I furrow my brow and look back at his face. ‘What is it?’
