Page 62 of Surly Sheriff
“Raegan,” he groaned.
She clutched at his wrists, lifting her head to look at him. “You and me … those first weeks … the way you were … forceful, demanding, so freaking bossy … sex was breathtakingly beautiful. What we have now … it’s good. Great, even. But we’re missing that thrilling element. We need to get that back, Beau. For me. For you. For us.”
She was right. And he wanted it back, too. So badly.
But.
That terror on her face would haunt him till he took his last breath.
“Please, Beau. You’re my haven. My safe place. With you I can face anything, and I … I want to go down on you.”
Beau closed his eyes and called to mind their first time and the way they lost control and the way she had begged and how beautiful it had been. He, too, wanted that back.
He snapped his eyes open. “On one condition.”
A puff of breath escaped her mouth. “Name it.”
“If anything, and I meananything, frightens you, we stop. Immediately.”
“Okay, Beau,” she whispered and lowered her hands back to his thighs.
He locked his eyes with hers, smoothed his thumbs over her cheeks.
Her lips parted.
He moved in and captured her mouth with his. Her hands moved higher, her palm closing around his hardening dick. Hegasped at her unfaltering touch and stiffened further under her firm hold. He moved a hand to her nape, pressing her closer. His tongue speared into her mouth, a promise of what was to come. He trailed the back of his free hand over her neck, her shoulder, across the swell of her breast. And cupped one, his thumb strumming over the hard bud.
Rae groaned, moving her palm over his length, caressing him. Discovering him. The feel of her stroking, petting him? Sublime. Torture and bliss rolled into one. He wanted more. So much more. “Raegan,” he ground out into her mouth, flexing his hips.
Her movement stilled, and she moved her head back to look at him. “Am I doing something wrong?”
“No. God, no.” He released her neck and stroked a thumb over her swollen lip. He wanted that mouth around him. But also didn’t. “You okay?”
She nodded.
“Ready for more?”
“Yes.”
“Remember … stop anytime.”
“Yes, Beau.”
“Are you sassing me?”
Her eyes widened, the whites bright in the ever-darkening twilight. “Me? Never.”
“Could’ve fooled me.”
“You’re stalling.”
He sighed. She was right. “It’s just … maybe we’ve gone far enough for tonight.”
She narrowed her eyes. “Sit on the rim.”
“Bossy, too?”
“Beau. Lift your ass out of the tub and sit it on the rim.”
