Page 40 of Tangled Rose

I can’t control the way my body begins to seek out more.

More.

More.

More.

It feels so fucking good, I could cry. My breath is shaky and shallow. Every touch pushes me closer and closer to the edge. This. Is. Ecstasy.

And Beau’s so fucking good at what he’s doing, he takes me to the edge, retreats, and begins again. He’s prolonging this for us, prolonging my pleasure. And every time, he takes me higher. I never want him to stop.

Movement at the far end of the couch gets my attention, followed by a little whimper. Scarlett is half on Xander’s lap, facing him, one shapely runner’s leg thrown over his thickly-muscled thigh. He holds her to him, one hand threaded through all her red hair and his other snakes its way under her top. She moans when he cups her breast. They kiss each other with wild abandon, paying no attention to the movie or anyone else in the room.

Watching them at the same time Beau touches me sends sparks of pleasure skittering across my skin. Heady desire tears through me. He curls his fingers just so, sending bliss pouring through my body. I tremble. I shake. And I come undone, writhing under the blanket with him. When my pussy stops pulsing, I shift around, connecting our mouths. He kisses me, his tongue mimicking the thrust of his fingers as he continues to play with me. I’ve never felt this good before, ever.

I hear another noise and wrench my lips from Beau’s, still mostly in a daze. Micah stands up, clears his throat, and adjusts himself. “Well. That was fucking hot. All of you. Shit.” He runs his hand through his hair as he chuckles. “I’m out of here. I hope to hell Daphne’s off work.”

Scarlett and Xander break apart, too, and she gives a little laugh, gets up, and drags Xander off the couch. “Sorry, guys. Got carried away.” Her cheeks are as red as her hair.

Xander growls, clasping his hand around the back of her neck and dragging her lips to his for one last, lush kiss. “Yep. Come on, Red. Time to go somewhere more private. See you guys tomorrow.”

My eyes flick to Griff, and heat rushes to my face when he gives me a knowing smile.

He winks at me before he pushes himself off the couch. He stretches his arms over his head. “Well, fuck. I guess it’s time to go jerk it. Later, you two.”

And just like that, we’re alone in the room again. My breath stutters out. “I can’t believe we did that.”

“I totally can. I knew we weren’t going to last much longer without me touching you. I want you even when you’re pissing me off.” He smirks a bit. “That’s why we’ll be good together, Lyla. There will be fireworks between us no matter what’s happening.”

“Don’t get cocky.”

“It’s not cocky when it’s the truth.”

He picks on me all the way back up the stairs, and I have to admit, I kind of love it. I’m not used to guys who are this nice to me. And it’s not that he doesn’t want some of the same things from me those other guys wanted; it’s that it doesn’t seem to be the only thing he wants.

At the end of the hallway when we get to his room, I stop him, go up on tiptoes and press a kiss to his mouth. “See you in the morning.”

“I could sleep in your bed, if you want. Or you in mine.”

“Yeah, but you’re forgetting two things.” I run my hands down his chest, then grip him at the waist.

His brow furrows. “What’s that?”

“One, I’m staying in your parents’ house as a guest. It would be just my luck that someone would come upstairs and find us together. And two, hello, I really fucking doubt we’d sleep. And considering tomorrow is my second full day of school and a whole new set of classes, I need some rest.”

Beau grumbles. “Well, okay. But only because you sort of make sense.”

“Yeah. I’m smart like that sometimes.” I take a deep breath, really not wanting to say good night.

He takes my face between his hands and tilts it up to his, kissing me softly.

And that almost does me in. I’m not used to this. Before I can let him know how confusing this is for me, I turn and go into my room, shutting the door behind me.

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