Page 46 of Four More The Merrier

My hands roam over his chest, feeling the play of muscles under his skin. His hands move to the clasp of my bra, deftly unhooking it and letting it fall away.

"Beau," I whisper, not quite sure what else to say.

"Yeah?" His voice is a rumble against my ear.

I look up at Beau, his eyes dark with desire. "Keep going," I whisper, my voice trembling with anticipation.

He nods, a smile playing on his lips as he gently lays me down on the bed. His hands slide down my sides, fingers hooking into the waistband of my panties. With one smooth motion, he pulls them off and tosses them aside.

I can't help but shiver as the cool air brushes against my exposed skin. Beau stands back up, his hands moving to the button of his Wranglers. He pops it open and slides the zipper down, his eyes never leaving mine.

As he pushes his jeans down, I can't help but notice the impressive bulge straining against his boxer briefs. My breath catches in my throat as he slides those down too, revealing himself fully. I bite my lip, trying to contain my reaction.

"Impressed?" he asks, a playful glint in his eye.

"Maybe a little," I admit, unable to tear my eyes away.

He reaches down, picking up his wallet from the pile of clothes.

"Always prepared, huh?" I tease, trying to keep my voice steady as he pulls out a condom.

"Let's just say after Austen's little paternity scandal, I became the supplier," he replies with a smirk, tearing the foil packet open.

He leans over me again, his body warm against mine. The mattress dips under his weight as he positions himself between my legs.

His hands trail down my body, fingers grazing over my skin and sending sparks of electricity through me. He finds my clit with practiced ease, and I gasp at the sensation.

His touch is gentle but insistent, each movement designed to drive me wild. "Just relax darlin," he murmurs, his voice low and soothing.

"That's easy for you to say," I manage between ragged breaths. "You're not the one being driven crazy."

Beau's laugh is a deep rumble that vibrates through both of us. "Trust me, Quinn. This is just as torturous for me."

I moan softly as he continues to play with me, each stroke of his fingers pushing me closer to the edge. My body respondseagerly to his touch, hips lifting off the bed as I seek more of that delicious friction.

"Beau," I gasp out his name like a plea.

"I've got you," he reassures me, leaning down to capture my lips in a searing kiss. The dual sensation of his mouth on mine and his fingers working their magic is almost too much to bear.

My hands tangle in his hair, pulling him closer as I lose myself in the pleasure he's giving me. The world outside fades away until there's nothing but Beau and the fire he's igniting inside me.

"Ready?" he whispers against my lips, his breath hot and intoxicating.

"More than ready," I breathe back, eyes locked onto his with fierce intensity.

Beau enters me slowly, and I gasp as he fills me completely. He's bigger than anyone I've ever been with, and there's something incredibly sexy about his size and strength towering over me. His eyes lock onto mine, searching for any sign of discomfort.

"You okay?" His voice is a low rumble, filled with concern.

"Keep going," I manage to whisper, my hands gripping his shoulders. "Don't stop."

A slow, satisfied smile spreads across his face as he begins to move, each stroke deep and deliberate. The sensation is overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pressure that has me arching into him. He leans down, his lips brushing against my ear.

"You're so talented," he murmurs, his breath hot against my skin. "And beautiful."

His words send a thrill through me, adding to the already intense feelings coursing through my body. My fingers dig into his back as he continues to move, each thrust hitting just the right spot.

"Beau," I gasp out, unable to form a coherent sentence.

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