Page 32 of One Night in Alaska

“While I’m not going to Paris this time, I’ll be sure to let you know next time I do,” I promised her.

Her face brightened even more. “That would be amazing. I’ve always wanted to see the view from the top of the Eiffel Tower. Anyway, where’s the last place we’re visiting? I think you mentioned three on the phone.”

I hadn’t told her that much when I’d called her because I’d been so nervous just to speak to her that most of my words got caught in my throat. “The last town is in Newfoundland. It’s called Brigus. It’s just a beautiful coastal city. A little like Sitka, I suppose.”

She nodded. “That’s amazing. I’ve never been to Newfoundland before. In fact, can you believe I’ve never even been to Canada? This huge, beautiful country in my backyard, and I’ve never crossed the border.”

“You’ll be there soon enough,” I promised her. One of the reasons I loved my job so much was that I got to travel, but it would be even more fun this time around because I’d get to show Georgia all of these amazing places for the very first time.

For a moment, my mind went to Kaylee. She hadn’t been alive when I’d purchased most of my homes, but she’d been there for the first few, and Lauterbrunnen had been one of her favorite places to visit. I remembered how her face had lit up the first time she’d seen that house. We’d gone skiing, and I’d snapped a beautiful photo of her, my arm around her with the mountains behind us. That had been an amazing day.

“Beau?” Georgia’s voice calling my name snapped me out of my thoughts. “Are you all right?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. I was just thinking about how awesome it’s going to be to get to show you all of these places I love.” Reaching over, I took her hand again. “I’m so glad you were able to come, Georgia. I’ll show you the places most people don’t get to see while they’re on vacation. I’ll be your inside guide.”

“All of that sounds amazing, Beau.” I could tell by her smile that she meant it. “But if I’m honest, there’s only one place I want to be right now.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Where is that?”

Her expression suddenly turned seductive. I felt my heart start to race and my dick begin to harden. “Right here. In your bed. With you.”

My mouth dropped open. I wasn’t sure how to respond to that, other than to throw myself at her, but before I got a chance to do that, she reached down and grabbed the hem of her shirt, tugging it off over her head.

Georgia stood and slipped out of her jeans, leaving her in a sexy matching set of panties and a bra that made her breasts seem even bigger and rounder than usual. She put her hands on my shoulders, moving toward me. I gripped her waist, ready to do whatever she wanted. When her warm lips crashed into mine, I fell backward onto the bed, bringing her with me. It hadn’t been that long since we’d been together in this very bed, but it had been long enough, and I was ready to remedy that situation—right now.

18

GEORGIA

Lying on top of Beau, my lips cemented to his, I couldn’t believe how bold I’d just been. For days, I’d been worried that he hadn’t called me because he wasn’t interested in me, and within an hour of reuniting with him, I had already taken my clothes off and thrown myself at him.

Yet, he had responded exactly as I’d dreamt he would. And I had been dreaming of him ever since I left his side, not only at night when I was asleep but even when I was awake, sitting in my living room, allegedly working. I hadn’t gotten a lot done since I’d left Beau’s side. How the hell was I going to get any work done now that I was here with him when this was the alternative?

The feel of Beau’s warm hands on my flesh had my mind snapping back to the present. I was here now, in his arms, and I wanted to savor every moment of it.

With one leg on either side of his hips, I lowered myself down. I could feel his hardness through his jeans. While I had already stripped down to my sopping-wet panties and bra, he was still fully dressed.

We needed to remedy that.

As we continued to kiss, our tongues rolling around one another, I quickly unbuttoned his polo shirt and then slid my hands down to the bottom to tug it off over his head. Having to surrender my grip on his lips in order to take it off was a sacrifice I didn’t appreciate at the time, but then, I reclaimed his mouth, and every bit of satisfaction I’d felt before came back to me.

My hands smoothed across his muscular chest, sliding down to his washboard abs. I wanted to go lower, but Beau gripped my ass tightly with both hands, making me squeal a bit into his mouth, he laughed and then let go of my lips to sink his teeth into my neck, nipping me gently before he began to suck. My head tipped backward, and a moan escaped my lips. It felt so good to have his mouth on me, and I wanted more of it.

Beau seemed to sense how much I liked what he was doing. With a firm grip on my hips, he flipped me over so that I was lying flat on the mattress, but rather than staying on top of me, he slid off the bed, kissing a trail between my breasts without pausing to pull off my bra. He kissed down my stomach and then tugged my panties off, spreading my legs wide. With my knees pressed against the bed, I stared up at him, feeling slightly self-conscious until he made a guttural noise that told me he liked what he saw.

Beau let go of my legs, and my first instinct was to put my knees together, but I didn’t. I lay there, letting his gaze linger on my most intimate body parts while he unbuckled his belt and slid his pants over his hips. Leaving his boxers on, he dropped down to the floor on his knees and slipped his hands beneath my legs, yanking me toward him with one powerful tug. His warm breath fanned over me, leaving me tingling and breathless.

I remembered how excited I’d gotten the last time I thought there was a chance Beau was going to pleasure me with his highly skilled tongue. Now, with him hovering over me, I felt every cell in my body on high alert, ready for him to drop his head and make me forget my name. He took his time, nuzzling against my mound first, his lips sinking down slowly and exploring before his tongue lashed out to taste me.

Even then, he was in no hurry at first. The feel of his rough tongue, as he dragged it against my sensitive flesh, had me threading my fingers through his hair and crying out before he’d ever even touched my most sensitive spot. When he plunged his tongue deep inside of me, over and over again, I could no longer breathe. “Beau,” I moaned. “Oh, my goodness.” He continued to probe deeper and deeper until my mind began to grow foggy.

When he turned his attention to my clit, I was no longer able to pay attention to anything in the world. He sucked and licked, drawing me between his teeth. I lost it then. My back arched as my muscles tightened, and I felt myself going into spasms. Breathing raggedly, I tried to hold on as wave after wave of pleasure whipped through my body. I wanted to tell him to stop because it felt so good, I could hardly handle it, but I managed to hold out, my heart pounding against my rib cage, until he finally lifted his head and kissed his way back up my stomach.

It took me several seconds to regain the ability to breathe. By then, Beau had his boxers off and a condom on. My senses were heightened, my body still tingling from our last encounter, but I wouldn’t deny him the same pleasure he’d just created in me.

Sliding backward on the bed, I made room for him. When he dropped down on top of me and reclaimed my mouth, I could taste myself on him. There was something sexy about knowing my essence was all over him.

With his mouth still on mine, Beau plunged deep inside me. My mouth opened even wider as a cry came out, echoing against his lips. “Are you all right?” he whispered to me.

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