Page 81 of Rebel Heart
Caressing.
My body was burning up for him, craving him.
“Beau,” I moaned.
A groan of delight escaped him.
Beau slid his hand between my legs and touched me there, finding me wet and ready for him. With expert-like ease, he positioned himself and slid inside.
Another moan tore up my throat, my legs wrapped around him as my fingertips pressed in.
He thrust his hips into me, every inch in and out like ocean waves crashing on the shore before receding. Overand over, with no rush or determination to finish too soon, Beau worked his length inside me.
I’d missed it.
God, I’d missed it.
And him. I knew I’d missed him, but I hadn’t realized how much.
Beau and I were lost in one another—rolling and clawing and kissing and moaning.
Perfect.
Like everything else he’d given me, this was perfect, too. How could I have forgotten just how great he was at this?
I didn’t force myself to work so hard to reach that peak so I could tumble over. Instead, I relished all that was happening, everything that I was feeling. I enjoyed Beau and his unbelievable body. I appreciated every thrust of his cock, every swipe of his fingers, and every brush of his lips.
And it built.
It built and built and built.
Until, lost in a tangle of limbs and covered in a sheen of sweat, Beau sent me soaring, my orgasm tearing through my body in the most intense and powerful waves. I was still tumbling down when Beau’s release tore through him.
When he’d made it to the other side, Beau rolled onto his back, taking me with him. And for a short while, I simply laid on his chest as we worked to regain control of our breathing, the entire day replaying in my head.
Finally, I lifted my cheek from his chest and rested my chin on the back of my hand there. “Thank you.”
His lips twitched, even as his brows pulled together. “What are you thanking me for?”
“Today. Everything you did. I know this was extremely short notice, but you managed to make today so incredibly special. It means the world to me that you cared enough to do that.”
Beau pushed a lock of hair back from the side of my face and tucked it behind my ear. “It meant just as much to me to be able to do all that I did for you today. I hope you know just how important today was to me, too.”
I sent him a lazy smile, warmth spreading through my chest. “I do.”
“Good.” He gave me a squeeze on the ass. “Now let me get up, so we can clean up. Then I’ll order you that dinner I should have given you earlier before I make up for lost time and have another go at you.”
I shivered with anticipation. And since I desperately wanted what he was offering, I slid my body off his and watched him as he walked to the bathroom.
My husband had an impeccable ass.
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BEAU
When I openedmy eyes the next morning, I had to pinch myself.
There was a part of me that was unsure if this was really happening. That I was feeling so content after all that had happened in the last day and a half. Was it possible I was still stuck in some dream?
