Page 26 of Rebel Heart
Leaning closer, inhaling the clean, masculine scent of him, I reminded him. “You told me that since you couldn’t leave the demo and take me out of there to kiss every inch of me, you would do it another time. I think now is just as good a time as any.”
His fingers curled around the back of my head as he leaned down and inhaled deeply. “Mmm. I don’t like to break promises.”
I tipped my head back, my lips barely brushing his as I begged on a whisper. “Please.”
Evidently, that was what Beau had been waiting for.
I’d barely gotten the word out when his mouth came crashing down on mine, and he hoisted me up with one arm around my waist.
My legs instantly wrapped around him, and Beau carried me inside.
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JULES
This was crazy.
Or, perhaps, it might have simply seemed that way.
I’d known Beau for a matter of weeks, and I had just begged him to take me inside. Begged him to fulfill that promise he’d made me. My body was burning up, and all I wanted was to feel his lips on every inch of my skin.
Perhaps Beau was right. Maybe I was just a little bit crazy.
But right now, I didn’t care.
There was something about Beau that I was drawn to. Lots of things, in fact. The tattoos and great body and handsome face, for starters. But also, the wonderful attitude and kind heart and teasing, easygoing nature.
The kissing, too. That might have been the one thing I couldn’t ignore that pulled me to him like a magnet.
And in this very moment, that attraction was all that mattered to me.
Beau had barely stopped kissing me since he’d captured my mouth outside. I couldn’t tear my attention away from everything he was doing and making me feel. Even when his lips had journeyed along my jaw and down the front of my throat, giving me the opportunity to take in parts of his home, I didn’t care to look.
All I wanted was him. Every part he had to give.
Fortunately, Beau appeared to be intent on giving me everything and taking his time to do it, too.
He carried me through his house, holding me tight and kissing me senseless, until he finally lowered me to his bed and whipped off my shirt.
When his big body came over mine, it was like being in paradise. “Do you know just how beautiful you are, Jules?”
It seemed he wasn’t interested in getting a response, because he dropped his mouth to mine again, his hand sliding up my side until it stopped just beneath my breast. The restraint it took for me not to reach for that hand and place it right where I wanted it was massive.
But it paid off.
Because at about the same time Beau tore his mouth away and began his descent down along the side of my neck toward my collarbone with his lips and tongue, that handfinallyshifted and covered my breast.
His mouth went lower, lower, lower while Beau curled his fingers around the material of my bra and yanked it down. The air had barely kissed my naked skin before Beau’s mouth was there.
My back arched off the bed, sending my fleshdeeper into his mouth, and Beau groaned as he licked and sucked my nipple, his tongue flicking over the hardened bud. “Beau,” I moaned.
He groaned again at the sound of his name, but he didn’t stop. Beau was intent on fulfilling his promise, taking his time with every inch of my body. His mouth journeyed from one side to the other, his hands roaming wherever they could reach.
I was lost in a mess of sensations as Beau kissed and teased and touched me, seemingly intent on learning every part of me. I wanted to be able to do the same with him, to take my time exploring his body, but the most I could do was move my hands over his smooth, warm skin.
I couldn’t say that was a bad thing. Beau was doing things to me I didn’t know were even possible. Of course, it wasn’t as though I had much to compare it to beyond one horrible experience.
Although I didn’t doubt that Beau was going to make this wildly satisfying, I worried I might die from anticipation. The way he was building me up without even removing my pants was the kind of thing he should have won an award for.
