Page 33 of Rebel Heart
I thrust my hips forward, driving my cock inside. My hands were splayed on her gorgeous hips, my eyes roaming over every curve. Those tits, soft and round and full, were utter perfection.
Feeling myself getting too close too quickly, my hand dipped down between her legs to help her out. “Oh, Beau,” she moaned.
“You’ve got to get there, Jules.” I didn’t want to stop, could sense her barreling toward that same precipice with me, but I was just barely teetering on the edge.
I went harder.
My hands worked her faster.
“I’m so close,” she warned. “Please don’t stop.”
It was a miracle I’d managed to hold on this long. She had seconds to get there. Mere seconds.
The moment she cried out in pleasure, an indication she’d gotten there, I lost that last bit of control. She’d gotten about halfway through, when the sight and sound of her became too much to contend with.
I was coming before I’d pulled out of her.
One hand went to my dick, stroking myself and spilling my release over her abdomen as the other clamped down on her thigh.
When I made it to the other side and could think straight again, I realized my error in judgment. She’d gotten me so worked up; I’d had sex with her without a condom. I could only be grateful that I’d come to my senses quickly enough and pulled out.
“Let me get you something to get cleaned up with.”
“Okay.”
I strode off to the bathroom with a single thought in my mind.
I was in such trouble, and I got the feeling that if I didn’t do something now to set the record straight with Jules, I was going to regret it.
9
JULES
“I guessit’s safe to say you’re a good teacher.”
For some reason, I felt compelled to talk to Beau while he was focused on cleaning up the mess he’d left on my belly. I think there was a small part of me that was slightly worried that if I remained quiet, I’d spend far too much time taking in the way he looked while doing it.
When he’d returned from the bathroom with the cloth to clean me up, he hadn’t just handed it over, expecting me to deal with it. Beau hadn’t said anything. In fact, he’d kept his focus strictly on the task at hand, and it made me wonder what thoughts were going through his head.
And because I started having thoughts that he might be feeling some of the same things that I was feeling—that what was developing between us felt really good, even if it was moving fast—I thought it might be better to fill the silence. At least it’d give me something elseto focus on. Plus, I figured that doing a bit of teasing with it was the way to go.
Beau lifted his gaze from where he’d cleaned up the last bits of the mess, balled up the cloth, and offered a sweet smile. “And I think it’s safe to say you’re a fast learner.”
“I was always a great student,” I told him.
“Why do I believe that you aren’t joking about that?”
I grinned. “Perhaps because it’s the truth. So, are you going to stay there holding on to that cloth, or do you intend to join me in this bed again?”
Something washed over his expression, something that felt far more serious than the conversation to this point had been. But as quickly as I saw it, that look was gone. Beau stood and held up the cloth. “You have a hamper?”
“In the bathroom.”
Beau snatched up his underwear on his way to the bathroom, and when he returned, he’d put them on. It was probably for the best, because I needed to focus for a few minutes. I didn’t go in search of my underwear, but I found my shirt on the opposite side of the bed, so I pulled that over my head.
At the same time that I said, “So, I have something I want to ask you,” Beau revealed, “I have something I need to talk to you about.”
“What is it?” I asked.
