Silence stretched between them and Tara didn’t know whether to ask him to sit on the sofa, with its cushions thrown over the coffee table, or offer him a drink, since the glasses were already pulled down from thecabinets.
Instead, she did what she had been itching to do for half the day. She opened the book and flipped to the page where she thought she'd left off. Sure enough, their meeting that morning was written there, plainly from his point of view. She skimmed over it and he slightly let her, probably already knowing what she waslookingfor.
She came to the part where it read that Ben’s heart was shattered when she spoke. It said that he had wanted nothing more than to be with her since the moment they'd met, but now there wasn’t a snowball’s chance in hell that they could, since she had lost almost all her faith in him. That justwasn’ttrue.
Tara closed the book and risked a look up to Beau, who seemed just as nervous as she was. He had no reason to be nervous. He should have known, after reading the first part of the story, that she was head-over-heelsforhim.
“I never meant to hurt you,”shesaid.
“And I never meant to hurt you,either.”
Tara gulped and offered up the book. “Does it say what’s going to happen next, or will youtellme?”
Beau took a few cautious steps forward, but she refused to move. No more running, no more denying. They both wanted each other; they knew it, and there should have been nothing left for them tofigureout.
He wrapped his strong arm around her waist and pulled her in for their second kiss. Tara closed her eyes and dropped the book, so she could properly wrap her arms around his neck. Her fingers weaved into his hair and he did the same. She loved the way he kissed. So smooth, tender, and filled with a quiet passion that she could definitely getusedto.
At their feet, the book began to dematerialize and vanished, but she didn’t even notice. She was far too busy paying attention to where his hands roamed across her hips andwaist.
Beau pinned her to the wall by the door, making the sheetrock shiver with the force of it. If her neighbors didn’t think anything was going on in her apartment before, they certainlywouldnow.
As if passion had taken the wheel, Tara found herself hitching on of her long legs around Beau’s thigh, pull him in until she could feel his hardness behind the zipper on his jeans. They moaned together and Beau kissed down Tara’s jaw until he came to her slender neck. Each nip from his teeth and caress of his tongue along her skin sent out amazing currents of pleasure that skittered through her limbs until she was tremblingformore.
“Are they expecting you back tonight?” she asked breathlessly as her eyes rolled into the back ofherhead.
“Nope,” he mumbled against her neck. The vibration of his deep voice added to everything else she felt and Tara moanedagain.
It was a good thing they weren’t expecting him back, because Tara was positive that he wouldn’t leave this apartment until the followingmorning.
She tugged at the hem of his shirt, demanding its removal. Beau broke away just long enough to strip them both of their shirts. The feel of his skin on hers was magnificent, warm, and so sensuous. She could feel the edges of his ripped abs and sculpted muscles glide across her stomach as he rocked into her. The only thing in the way were their jeans, but they’d soon take careofthat.
One of Beau’s hands found their way to her bra and cupped one of her breasts trapped beneath the soft padding of silk. Her nipple hardened and Tara moaned a little louder as he gently massaged her breast inhispalm.
She leaned the back of her head against the wall, arching her back to wordlessly implore him to go further. He released her chest and hoisted her up off the ground, forcing her to wrap her other leg around hiswaist.
Somewhere in the haze of foreplay, Beau pulled her off the wall and carried her into her bedroom, which was just as much a disaster area as the rest of her apartment. If she had known that Beau would be coming over and that any of this would happen, she wouldn’t have yanked the sheets off and thrown them in a pile on the floor besidethebed.
He dropped her down and Tara bounced against the mattress. Before she knew it, Beau had his hands on her pants and was pullingthemoff.
A sobering thought entered her mind and Tara bolted upright. “Condom,” was all shecouldsay.
As if predicting her panic, he slipped one out from his back pants pocket and presented it to her. Tara grabbed for it, but he snatched it out ofreach.
“Not yet,” he purred before dropping down to suspend himself over her. “Too soonforthat.”
Tara claimed his mouth in a demanding kiss, slipping her tongue in without another thought. Sweeter than honeysuckle and her mom’s special blend of sweet tea, Tara could have become addicted to him. Why had she waited so long? Why did they waste so much time dancing around their feelings? They could have been doing this a week ago and it still might have been long overdue. In fact, it had been overdue since highschool.
Beau’s hand slid behind her and unclipped her bra before tossing it to the floor. With her breasts freed, she could feel the radiating heat of his skin on hers. The taut nipples pressed into his chest, tantalizing them so effectively that she wondered if she’d comerightthen.
This was insane on so many levels, but at the same time, it felt so right. Everything from the way his hands slid down her sides, sending chills through her core, to the way his mouth seized her nipples to suckle them, it was all so right andperfect.
With each flick of his tongue on her nipple and raking of his trimmed nails across her skin, Tara could feel herself drawing closer and closer to her climax. But it wasn’t fair. He was about to make her explode with mind-blowing foreplay and he still had hispantson.
His fingers hooked on the edge of her lacy panties and she was sure she heard a light ripping sound as he pulled them down to dangle from one of her ankles. Naked, but not completely. Before Beau could come down on her again, Tara pushed herself up and grabbed for hispants.
“These are in my way,” she said, a playful smile dancing acrossherlips.
Beau returned the smile and didn’t protest as she worked at his belt buckle and boxers. It shouldn’t have surprised her when she laid eyes upon his thick, slightly moistened cock. What surprised her more was how much she lusted after it. Before she could take that for herself as well, Beau dropped to his knees, denying her the pleasure of taking him the way he was about totakeher.
