Page 61 of Knight Life In Vegas

No longer were his memories of kissing someone only including her, nor the memories of having a heated body beneath his. My own mind had tumbled through so many of the same things when I’d gone to bed with Francisco.

Beau dipped down. “Do it again,” he whispered against my ear before snaring the lobe in his teeth.

A whine slipped free, forming around his name.

He groaned and worked his way down my body, tugging off the straps on my tank top and dragging my bra cup out of the way so he could sweep his tongue over my nipple. I arched against him when he sucked hard, letting his teeth scrape over it as he pulled away.

“Hands above your head.”

I raised both arms up and shoved my hands beneath my pillow.

“You can touch me in the future, but there’s only so many layers to this I can unwrap at once.”

That made sense. Some people were more comfortable providing pleasure, some more comfortable taking it. If Beau wanted to move in phases, I had no problem with that.

Satisfied with my compliance, he dragged the rest of my shirt and bra down to my waist, leaving me fully exposed. His pupils were so wide as he stared at me before he gave in again, cupping one breast and feasting on the other. His scent grew stronger the more I bucked and squirmed, like he took specific joy in trying to overwhelm me. He had that in common with the others.

Beau paused when his fingers curled into the waistband of my jean shorts, looking up to me for confirmation. I was pretty certain if he didn’t get his hands on me soon I was going to implode. I lifted my hips, waiting impatiently as he undid the buttons and zipper before pulling them down to discard them off the end of the bed.

He curled a hand around my ankle but otherwise simply observed me, exposed and rumpled, waiting for him to continue. Maybe he would call it quits right here and I’d have to disappear to finish myself off. That worry was quickly alleviated when he stroked his knuckles over my panties, his jaw ticking.

“Are you already starting to soak through these?”

“What else did you think playing with me was going to do?”

With a half-feral growl he tipped forward, nipping down my stomach and over my inner thighs.

I whined, my best omega call to action, hoping it would prompt him to touch me exactly where I ached for him. His thumb tucked in the side of my panties, finding my entrance and circling it while I shivered head to toe. When I tried to buck, he planted his other palm below my belly button to still me and kept up his teasing. My hips jerked with every touch, needing him to plunge inside and fill me, but either Beau was oblivious, or he was taking his time on purpose.

“Beau, please.”

He shushed me quietly, an amused upturn to the corner of his mouth giving him away. He switched from thumbs to knuckles, slowly grinding without ever breaching. I didn’t even know what I was feeling anymore, every nerve honed to that delicious pressure. His thumb tapped my clit and I nearly leapt out of my skin.

“You are so beautiful like this,” he said softly.

I whimpered, trying to press my hips closer to his hand.

“And you sound even better than I imagined.”

That sent a wave of pleasure through me. “You imagined me?”

“Easily a hundred times since I first scented you.”

My purr roared to life only to stutter out when he pinched his thumb and fingertips together, pushing the cone of his fingers into me. He didn’t go far, maybe to the first knuckles, but the pressure had my eyes rolling back, my breath catching in my throat.

Each movement pushed incrementally deeper, stretching me open. I was so primed, every muscle taut and shaking as my body strained to accommodate him, but all it took was his other hand to shift and grind against my clit to kick me over the edge. I came all over his hand in a rush of slick, my throat raw from the rough scream he drew out of me.

Beau hummed, a soft smile on his lips. “The fantasy never came close to the reality.”

I whined, still twitching, barely able to cope as he flexed his fingers and stretched them out to test the limits of my body.

“So beautiful,” he murmured again, almost to himself rather than to me.

“Beau,” I begged. “Please.”

I whined again when he withdrew, but relief swept over me when I saw it was only to divest himself of his remaining clothing. I quickly wrestled myself out of my own and spread mythighs in a blatant invitation. He sank between them, his cock gliding in easily after his preparation, and I shook head to toe as the tip of him struck that spot deep inside me that made me see stars.

I didn’t have a moment to breathe before he adjusted himself and fucked into me with a ravenousness I would never have guessed was lurking beneath the surface. Every thrust jostled me and I had to brace my hands on the headboard, doing everything I could to take his ferocity.

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