Page 36 of Long Past Dawn
I had barely nodded, and my bra disappeared, the chill of the night air peaking my nipples into mountains, and he licked his lips before he suckled one to tease and taunt. The sound that vibrated low in his throat made me wet instantly. I ground my pelvis against him, hungry for him physically but desperate for him emotionally. It had been years since I’d felt cherished and loved. Connected and part of a partnership that was about mutual trust and satisfaction.
He lavished my breasts with attention for far too long, so I grabbed his shirt and brought him to my lips for a quick tangle of tongues.
“You have too many clothes on, Beau Hanson.”
“And you're kind of bossy, Dawn Lee.”
I fumbled with the buttons on his shirt while his fingers worked over my nipples, making it hard to concentrate on my task.“Beau,” I groaned, my frustration almost boiling over. “I can’t get this damn shirt unbuttoned.”
“Darlin’, you’re also impatient,” he said, giving me his famous get ‘em chuckle. He knelt, unhooking each button painfully slow, knowing how much I wanted him the whole time. It was a dirty little reverse striptease that I was suddenly all about. Transfixed by his rough hands working at the tiny mother of pearl buttons, I moaned when my eyes traveled to the bottom button. The silhouette of his manhood waited for me just below it, and the thought of nipping and sucking him the way he did me made my mouth water.
Beau stripped the material down and off his arms, and I came face-to-face with his t-shirt. I groaned, but he laughed a sexy as hell bedroom laugh that I wanted to hear for the rest of my life. “Patience, my beauty,” he drawled. Before I blinked, his t-shirt was gone, giving my fingers permission to bury themselves in the hair on his chest. His muscles flexed under my fingers, and his lips sought mine again. Distracted by what his lips were doing, I didn't notice his fingers working my jeans down until the cool air stroked my thigh and sent a shiver through me. My lips still on his, I kicked my boots off, and then he stripped me of the denim, leaving me to sit before him in nothing but a pair of lace panties.
Beau fell back on his butt when he took in the whole picture, and his gaze swept the length of me. “Dawn, you're gorgeous. You take my breath away.” His eyes closed, and he took a deep breath. “I need a minute. I’ve dreamed of this day, but never did I dream this.”
I wrapped my arm around his neck and tried to pull him back over me. “Just don't look too closely.”
He laid me back and straddled my ankles with his hands gently braced on my thighs. “I'm going to do more than look. I'm going to kiss every part of you,” he promised, starting at my shins. “I'm going to keep kissing my way up your beautiful legs to those panties. Once I’m there, I’m going to take them off with my teeth.”
His words died off, and he did as he promised. He kissed his way across every bony protuberance of my knee, giving each side equal loving attention. “I want to be the one to soothe the pain in these knees, Dawn, please,” he begged between kisses.
I twined my fingers in his locks until he lifted his lips to hold my gaze. “Being with you soothes all of my pain, Beau. Every last ache is covered by the balm of your,” I paused, unsure what word to use, so I swallowed and went with the only word I could right now, “touch. I need you to touch me, Beau.”
“That’s all I want to do,” he promised, his lips moving north and kissing along my thigh to where the lace sat, blocking his view. He used his teeth to tug back and forth at the sides until the lace was gone and he’d revealed his prize. The moan that rolled from his chest vibrated through me. Before I finished the thought, his tongue parted me, lapping upward in one stroke.
“Oh my God, Dawn, you're sweeter than honey,” he sighed, his fingers squeezing my hip before he dipped his head for another taste. I squirmed under him, my hands burying themselves in his hair just to have something to hang on to while his tongue gave nothing but sweet torture.
“You still have too many clothes on, Beau,” I hissed as his tongue took a longer, wetter, more precise tour of the triangle between my legs.
He looked up and made eye contact for a brief moment before he rose up and slowly unbuckled his belt. The silky burgundy boxers he wore under his jeans took me by surprise when he lowered his zipper.
“You are a mystery, Beau Hanson,” I breathed out when his pants and boots were gone.
He knelt before me in those silk boxers. “I'm not, Dawn Lee. I'm just a guy who happens to want the beautiful woman in front of him. If she wants him, she'll have to show him how much.” He glanced down at his boxers and back to my eyes several times.
“This cowgirl happens to know exactly how to show a cowboy how much she wants him,” I whispered, then hooked my fingers in his waistband. I took my time pulling them down a little at a time on each side, the same way he’d removed my panties.
It took me longer to work the silky material over the evidence of his desire, but when he bobbed free into the night air, the moan that escaped my lips left no mystery about how I was feeling about it. About him. About what we were doing. Tentatively, I stroked his velvety flesh with my finger, pausing at his sharp intake of breath when I brushed across his tip.
“I'm not very experienced, Beau,” I whispered, wishing my voice didn’t sound scared to death.
Beau tipped my chin up and kissed me, giving me time to get used to the feel of him in my hand. “We can take it slow, darlin',” he promised, brushing a kiss across my brow. “I know we’re going to be beautiful together as long as you trust me.”
I gazed up at him, his rigid need still in my hand. “I do trust you, Beau Hanson.”
To prove it, I lowered my lips to his tip, giving him a sneak peek of what it would be like inside me. Warm, wet, and tight. He gasped when my tongue traced his edge, and then he had my face in his hands and his lips on mine in a frantic kiss of desire. His hips thrust against my hand rhythmically, showing me how to love him to take away my fear. Our moans of pleasure and desire rocketed around the open pasture and into the starry sky, where they burst open and carried through the atmosphere. His hips froze when the kiss ended abruptly.
“I don't have any protection,” he groaned, his forehead coming to rest on mine.
“We’re covered,” I promised. “As long as you trust me.”
Beau leaned me back against the pillows and hovered over me, his lips taking mine again as he pushed my legs apart and settled between them. His kiss carried me up onto a tightrope of sensation, and then he was parting me, his tip slipping inside my heat on a moan. “Dawn, oh, Dawn.” His words were a sigh of coming home.
“Beau!” I cried, lifting my hips to take more of him.
“Do you feel how much I trust you?” he whispered, his hips struggling to remain still when he wanted to thrust into me harder and deeper.
“Yes! I trust you, too, Beau,” I cried as he pulled out and pushed forward again, burying himself inside me. He was velvet and steel. He was forgiveness and a new life. He was home, and he was my home. It was a feeling I could cherish for the rest of my life.
