it is.”
Beau has desires I’ll never be able to satisfy. What most men consider a fantasy is his reality. I’d be wise to not forget that no matter how much fun we’re having.
“I like you, Beauregard.” We both smile when I use his new nickname. “I enjoy spending time together. But you, and the things you like, frighten me.”
He grazes the back of his fingers down my cheek. “Does my simple touch scare you?”
I look down. “Yes.”
He grasps my chin and forces me to look at him. He rubs my bottom lip with his thumb. “And this too?”
I nod.
He takes my beer from my hand, placing it on the shelf inside the booth. He leans in for a kiss, the one I’ve been dying for since he told me I was so fucking beautiful it hurt. But if I’m being honest, I wanted it long before that.
I’m trembling. My breath is rapid. I may even be a little lightheaded.
He stops before his lips touch mine. We’re so close I can smell the Stella on his breath. I want to taste it. “How does this make you feel?”
“It scares the hell out of me.”
His bottom lip grazes mine but he still doesn’t kiss me. “I’ll back off right now if it’s what you want. We’ll leave this lounge. I’ll escort you back to your room and say goodnight. But if that happens, I’m going back to my suite for a cold shower so I can jerk off while fantasizing about what might have happened if you had told me to kiss you right now.”
Gush! The crotch of my panties just became drenched.
This is it. The second moment of the night that will define where this relationship is going. “Kiss me.”
He laces his fingers through my hair and holds me prisoner when he lowers his mouth to mine. I open to invite his tongue inside. It meets mine and together the two become erotic dance partners.
Ah. A first kiss. Always the last to be forgotten.
He stops, his lips hovering over mine. His breath is warm against my skin. “More or stop? Your call.”
I’m standing at a crossroads. He’s asking me to venture further with him but my heart tells me one more step will take me beyond the point of no return.
I’m twenty-four, divorced, in Jamaica, and kissing a seriously hot man. Why the fuck would I say no? “More.”
His mouth leaves mine and travels down my neck. “Your lips make me wonder what the rest of you will taste like.”
I close my eyes and debate what I’m doing. This goes against everything I believe and all the things I want for myself.
This man knows the power of seduction. He’s giving me exactly what I want, so slowly, it’s taking my breath away.
This isn’t love. Nor is it true and beautiful. But I want it more than my next breath.
I have no idea what it is I think we’re doing or what we can ever become. I only know I like it a whole fucking lot.
Beau tugs at the strapless side of my dress until my breast pops out of the top. His hand encompasses the mound and squeezes rhythmically as he moves lower. He pushes it up and sucks my nipple into his mouth, circling the hard pebble with his tongue. When he finishes, he drags his teeth over it.
Every touch, lick, and suck has a direct link sending a message to the center of my groin. Get ready for what’s coming next.
He rolls my body so I’m lying on my side.
What’s he doing?
Oh, hell. He can keep doing that.
His tongue, which has been darting in and out of the open slits down the side of my dress, touches my hipbone. I tremble from its contact against the sensitive skin there.
I open my eyes and see the silhouette of a woman standing at the opening of the booth we’re in. I jolt up, covering my exposed chest with my hand, and she moves away.
“What’s wrong?”
“There was a woman standing there watching us.” Creepy.
“Probably Shayna from the next booth. She likes to watch in addition to being watched.”
“Well, I don’t like to be ogled.” The curtain is open but it’s still a complete violation of privacy.
He moves to the end of the bed, pulls
Beau has desires I’ll never be able to satisfy. What most men consider a fantasy is his reality. I’d be wise to not forget that no matter how much fun we’re having.
“I like you, Beauregard.” We both smile when I use his new nickname. “I enjoy spending time together. But you, and the things you like, frighten me.”
He grazes the back of his fingers down my cheek. “Does my simple touch scare you?”
I look down. “Yes.”
He grasps my chin and forces me to look at him. He rubs my bottom lip with his thumb. “And this too?”
I nod.
He takes my beer from my hand, placing it on the shelf inside the booth. He leans in for a kiss, the one I’ve been dying for since he told me I was so fucking beautiful it hurt. But if I’m being honest, I wanted it long before that.
I’m trembling. My breath is rapid. I may even be a little lightheaded.
He stops before his lips touch mine. We’re so close I can smell the Stella on his breath. I want to taste it. “How does this make you feel?”
“It scares the hell out of me.”
His bottom lip grazes mine but he still doesn’t kiss me. “I’ll back off right now if it’s what you want. We’ll leave this lounge. I’ll escort you back to your room and say goodnight. But if that happens, I’m going back to my suite for a cold shower so I can jerk off while fantasizing about what might have happened if you had told me to kiss you right now.”
Gush! The crotch of my panties just became drenched.
This is it. The second moment of the night that will define where this relationship is going. “Kiss me.”
He laces his fingers through my hair and holds me prisoner when he lowers his mouth to mine. I open to invite his tongue inside. It meets mine and together the two become erotic dance partners.
Ah. A first kiss. Always the last to be forgotten.
He stops, his lips hovering over mine. His breath is warm against my skin. “More or stop? Your call.”
I’m standing at a crossroads. He’s asking me to venture further with him but my heart tells me one more step will take me beyond the point of no return.
I’m twenty-four, divorced, in Jamaica, and kissing a seriously hot man. Why the fuck would I say no? “More.”
His mouth leaves mine and travels down my neck. “Your lips make me wonder what the rest of you will taste like.”
I close my eyes and debate what I’m doing. This goes against everything I believe and all the things I want for myself.
This man knows the power of seduction. He’s giving me exactly what I want, so slowly, it’s taking my breath away.
This isn’t love. Nor is it true and beautiful. But I want it more than my next breath.
I have no idea what it is I think we’re doing or what we can ever become. I only know I like it a whole fucking lot.
Beau tugs at the strapless side of my dress until my breast pops out of the top. His hand encompasses the mound and squeezes rhythmically as he moves lower. He pushes it up and sucks my nipple into his mouth, circling the hard pebble with his tongue. When he finishes, he drags his teeth over it.
Every touch, lick, and suck has a direct link sending a message to the center of my groin. Get ready for what’s coming next.
He rolls my body so I’m lying on my side.
What’s he doing?
Oh, hell. He can keep doing that.
His tongue, which has been darting in and out of the open slits down the side of my dress, touches my hipbone. I tremble from its contact against the sensitive skin there.
I open my eyes and see the silhouette of a woman standing at the opening of the booth we’re in. I jolt up, covering my exposed chest with my hand, and she moves away.
“What’s wrong?”
“There was a woman standing there watching us.” Creepy.
“Probably Shayna from the next booth. She likes to watch in addition to being watched.”
“Well, I don’t like to be ogled.” The curtain is open but it’s still a complete violation of privacy.
He moves to the end of the bed, pulls
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