Page 113 of Beast and Remedy
Beau holds my cheeks. “Are you alright, my love?”
I sigh at the weight of his body pressed against mine, my hands gripping his tunic to draw him closer, fumbling for the right words. Yet I ask, “Why didn’t you tell me your suspicions about Marian?”
Beau exhales. “I didn’t think about it until I saw you both tonight.” His eyes hold mine. “I swear it.”
Tightness builds in my throat, and as I scan his golden irises, I concede. I’m rewarded by his dimples appearing, his thumbs rubbing the sides of my face, still in my personal space.
But who am I kidding? Heismy personal space.
Being apart from him feels like part of myself is just out of arm’s reach.
Heat coils into knots in my stomach, his scent soothing away my sorrows and easing the tension in my body. Hunger builds in my core, and my mouth waters at his broad stature cocooning me.
“Are you truly alright?” he asks, his breath brushing along my nose. “I know how difficult this has been. How hard it is to discuss your sister, but I will always be here for you.”
I inhale his scent, my vision blurring and heart filling with so much gratitude. So much adoration. “Thank you, Beau. For everything.”
His promise sends a tear free, slipping down my cheek.
Beau does not say anything. He simply brushes it away, kissing my brow before studying me intently.
And the longer we hold each other’s gazes, the more calm and love surround me.
My soul thrashes, begging to reunite with its missing half.
Seeing him again has done nothing but drive me senseless with need, and pushing him away to focus on my sister, on my home, has even killed me.
But I am hoping my mouth can later.
Beau’s words play in my mind on repeat, and the turmoil of denying myself something I want, something Ineed, flutters away. My blood heats, singing and pleading to bind myself to him and let him back into my life.
No matter how short-lived it could be.
I could kiss him now, but his stare holds me captive, his entire being magnificent and mine. All mine.
“I could get lost for days in those emerald eyes,” Beau murmurs, hovering torturously close. “C-Can I kiss you?” his tight voice pleads.
I lick my lips, wanting this. Wantinghim.
His eyes track the movement as I bring his face toward mine.
Beau groans, pressing me harder into the wall, our hands roaming—clingingto the other as if any space between us could rip us apart at any given moment. He squeezes my backside and grinds into me, his length brushing against me as he pins me in place.
I moan, breaking away as he kisses my neck. A delicious shiver ripples through me as he whispers, “Pleasetell me this is you saying yes.”
“Yes,” I breathe, refusing to deny myself any longer.
“Thank fuck,” Beau pants, pulling us off the wall and guiding me toward his room.
My heart races as he unlocks the door and turns before yanking me inside.
Joy escapes, my chuckle barely voiced when Beau closes us off from the world, molding his mouth back to mine. His hands run over my sides.
I fumble with the laces on his trousers, accidentally biting his lip.
He hisses.
“Sorry.”
