Page 62 of Begin Again
Why do I feel guilty? Nick is gone. He’s not coming back. This isn’t supposed to be a long-term thing, one night to get it out of our systems…So, why do I feel like I’m doing something wrong?
“We can stop,” Beau says, parting from me again. He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, letting his fingers trace down the side of my face and jaw, lifting my chin to meet his gaze. “No hard feelings.”
I bite my bottom lip, never breaking our stare, and shake my head, pulling his mouth back to mine.
In one quick motion, my feet leave the floor when he lifts me onto the island again. His tongue sweeps across mine and they dance together in a fight for dominance—one I’m happy to let him win.
I push the jacket from his shoulders and he shrugs out of it, letting it fall as my fingers make quick work of untucking the plaid button-down from his waistband. A soft whimper passes through my lips when Beau parts from me. I already miss his touch, watching as he kneels before me.
He lifts my left leg, kissing the inside of my thigh as his fingers lightly trace down the length of my leg to my boots. He undoes the lace, slipping the first boot from my foot before repeating the process on the other side. His green eyes burn when he stands, looking down at me as he drags my ass to the edge of the counter.
“Up,” he commands, lifting my hips.
I leverage my feet on the handles, and he shimmies my leggings off my hips and over my ass, removing them one leg at a time.
Beau kisses me again. “Stand for me, Sweetheart,” he commands. His eyes never leave mine as I slip from the counter, sliding down his body the entire way. I hold my breath, waiting to see what he does next. The air surrounding us grows thicker with each passing second.
Beau doesn’t waste time, hands flying to my hips and spinning me around. The edge of the counter digs into my stomach with his body flush against mine. His breath is hot against my ear when he moans softly at the connection.
“Beau.” I gasp when large fingers splay across the bare skin of my stomach beneath my sweater, igniting a fire across my whole body. His right hand comes to my neck, holding me steady as he grinds against my ass. I can already feel how hard he is through the denim. I can’t stop myself from thrusting my hips backward to meet his. His lips and teeth meet the left side of my throat, no doubt he’s left his mark on the skin. I don’t care because it feels too fucking good. Beau Turner knows exactly how to please a woman.
His fingers tighten around my neck with the slightest pressure, and his mouth trails from my neck to my bare shoulder where the sleeve of my oversized ribbed sweater is halfway down my arm. Warm lips ghost over my shoulder, scruff bringing every nerve to attention, and the sensation elicits the slightest whimper from my lips. I feel him smile against my skin.
“You’re not wearing a bra,” he rasps against my ear. His hand releases my neck, trailing down my chest. He cups one of my breasts through the fabric before he reaches under my sweater, palms rough against the sensitive skin. His fingers tease my hardened nipple and it sends a shockwave through me.
He pinches my nipple again before trailing further down my body until he reaches the waistband of my underwear. His hand slips beneath the fabric until it finds what he’s looking for and my legs practically fall out from under me at his touch.
“You’re a needy thing, aren’t you?” I can hear the smirk in his voice and, normally, I’d roll my eyes at his sense of pride, but right now all I can think about is how his hands feel against me. And what I wouldn’t give to feel all of him against me. Beau dips one finger between my folds and I claw at the countertop. “Fuck, Nin, you’re drenched,” he moans and pushes another one inside me.
“Beau,” I whine.
“Stay put, baby.” Beau kisses the back of my neck. “You got that?”
I nod in response, sucking in my bottom lip.
One of his feet comes between mine, widening my stance, before he pulls my hips out from the counter.
“Holy fuck, just look at you,” he moans, grinding against my ass once more before the weight of his body disappears.
“What are you—” I gasp when I see him back on his knees, and the ache between my legs grows.
Beau shrugs out of his flannel, leaving him in a T-shirt, and he gently nudges my legs a little farther apart, pulling my underwear down. “Put your hands on the edge of the counter and lean forward. I want to watch as you come undone on my tongue.”
Holy fuck.
My body craves his touch. I don’t have time to think about how this would look if someone were to walk in because I’m so desperate for him. His mouth moves to where I need him most and I have to grasp the counter to keep from falling, eyes screwed shut, as I call his name.
“Eyes on me, Davina,” Beau commands, and when I meet his hooded gaze, I practically come right then and there. His tongue moves in languid circles against me, drawing out deep cries of pleasure. I haven’t felt like this in so long, I’m not going to last. One hand threads through his hair, tugging, when his lips suckleon my clit. He does it over and over, building the weight of ecstasy in my veins. I feel like I’m going to combust. When my legs begin to buckle, he tightens his already firm grip on my ass. No room for escape from his assault. Licking. Biting. Sucking. Nipping. It’s all too much.
“Beau.” I whimper, my orgasm building stronger, and he slips two fingers inside me. “Holy fuck,” I cry out, unable to contain myself at the feeling. I feel so full and all I can think about is how good it will feel when his fingers are replaced by his cock. He crooks his fingers inside me, and it sends me spiraling, chasing my orgasm.
“You wanna come?” he asks against me, and I nod my head frantically. Beau spreads me wide again with one long lick from top to bottom before his mouth finds my clit.
I’m so close. The pressure in my belly tells me I’m right on the cusp, and when his teeth graze the sensitive bud at the same time his fingers thrust inside me, I step right over. I can’t contain the scream that rips through my throat as shockwaves of pleasure course through me. His moans spur me on, and I grind against his tongue as he continues to work me through my high.
My breaths come out in heavy pants when his assault finally relents. He stands from his knees, but I still lean over the counter, trying to catch my breath.
Beau pushes the hair from my shoulder, pressing a soft kiss to my skin, and I smile lazily at him.
