Page 18 of Forever Mine

I think about our talk the other night, and I remember exactly what was said. “Actually, we agreed no sex… unless I asked you for it.”

His fingers dig into my arms, and he pulls me to him. “Are you saying…?” He takes a deep breath and asks me. “Are you asking me for sex, Nat?”

I nod. “Yeah… I mean, I think if we’re going to give this our all for the next 29 days, we need to be all in… plus, I miss you. I’m not sleeping.”

He looks up and down the street. “Do you have to work? Any classes left to teach today?”

I shake my head side to side. “Nope, no more classes. And Chloe is closing for me tonight.”

I barely get the words out and he’s bent over, his shoulder in my stomach, lifting me off the ground. When he stands up, I’m hanging over his shoulder upside down, and he starts to walk to the parking lot. “Beau, put me down. I’m too heavy.”

As soon as I say it, I know I’ve said the wrong thing. His hand collides with my ass in a hard swat. I’m about to complain, but instead of him swatting me again, he kneads my ass cheek with his hand while he admonishes me. “It sounds to me like you need to be punished, Mrs. Blaze. I don’t like hearing you talk about yourself like that.”

I clench my eyes shut, and my hands tighten on his waist. “Yeah, that’s another fantasy I’ve had.”

He stops walking, and I swear I can feel his whole body tremble underneath me. Without a word, he starts walking again, and he doesn’t stop until he’s standing next to his SUV. He sets me on his feet, and when I’m upright, I look into his eyes. His mouth is pulled taut, almost as if he’s grinding his teeth together.

He opens the car door and grunts. “Get in.”

I point across the lot where mine is parked. “My car—”

He cuts me off. “Get in, Nat.”

The tone of his voice has me scrambling to get into the car. I’m not scared of him in the least, but there’s something in the way he demands it that doesn’t leave room for any questions.

As soon as I’m seated, I don’t even have time to grab the seatbelt before he’s reaching in and pulling it across my chest and snapping it in place.

He slams my door and makes his way around to the driver's seat.

He pulls out of the gravel lot with a spin of his tires.

I grab on to the dash. “Beau, slow down. Are you okay? What’s going on?”

“Everything’s perfect. I’m going home to make love to my wife.”

My heart starts to race, and I don’t say another word about how fast he drives to get across town because I can’t wait to make love to my husband.

Chapter11

Beau

Natalie’s quiet the rest of the way home. I take a peek at her when I’m on the straightaway, and I see her almost panting just sitting beside me. She’s not alone, though, because I am doing everything I can to stop myself from speeding.

When we get to the house, I pull into the driveway and hit the garage opener. It seems it takes twice as long as normal to open before I can drive in. The anticipation is killing me.

I barely get the SUV parked and I’m out of the car, racing to the passenger side. Nat already has the door open, and I grab her around the waist and lift her out. I release her because if I’m not careful, I’ll take her right here on the cold, hard garage floor.

I point to the door. “Inside.”

She rears back, surprised, but does as I ask. I follow behind her, watching the way her hips shimmy back and forth with each step she takes. When we’re inside, she slips her shoes off, kicking them to the side, and she starts toward the stairs probably to go to our room, but I grab on to her hand. “Where are you going?”

She points to the ceiling. “Up to the bedroom.”

I shake my head. “Nope, I want you here.”

She looks around the landing. “Here?”

I nod and gesture to the living room. “On the couch.”

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