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Authors: Terry Bolryder
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you?”
She shook her head with a laugh. “No. I guess I’m just more attracted to you than I want to admit. Don’t think this means anything, though.”
“I wouldn’t dare,” he said in a teasing tone, pushing his hair off his face. “Can I kiss you?” His tone then was serious.
She frowned. “You aren’t supposed to ask.”
“Hey, it’s my mate. I don’t want to mess up,” he said, moving his other hand around her. “Can I take that as a yes?”
“Yes,” she said in exasperation. “You stupid man.”
“Hey,” he said, pulling back. “I resent that remark.”
She laughed and leaned in, and he surprised her by catching the sensitive spot at the curve of her neck with his lips, biting gently. She gasped. “Beau…”
“Shh,” he said. “You aren’t supposed to talk.”
She pushed him back. “I’m not?”
“No,” he said. “You’re just supposed to sit back, or lie back, and enjoy everything I have to offer.” His handsome face lit up. “You can moan, though. That’s fine.”
She sighed. She didn’t know what she’d say anyway, so she just leaned forward and gave him access to her neck again, which he quickly took advantage of. He licked his way to her collarbone, setting her body on fire with soft, tentative touches. Then he bit down lightly on her shoulder, grazing her with his teeth, dragging them over the delicate, wet skin in a way that made her writhe against him, trapped against his body, his hands anchoring her there.
“Beau,” she repeated.
“That’s right,” he said. “You can say my name, too. That’s fine.”
“Good to know, your highness,” she said sarcastically. At least, she was trying to be sarcastic, but she was too breathless for it to be convincing, and it just came out sounding sultry.
“I love how sensitive you are,” he said. “I’ve only touched your neck and shoulders, and you’re probably already wet.”
She gasped at his audacity but was helpless to do anything but wait for his next move. His hands were dominant as they roved over her waist. The next second, he lifted her in the air against him and then put her down in the chair beneath him, pushing a button to release it so it lay flat.
Then he came over her, planting one knee between her thighs as his hands clasped hers over her head.
“Can I check?” he asked, eager.
She shook her head, embarrassed.
“Darn.” But he didn’t seem surprised. He ran his hands over her shoulders where her robe had already fallen off and was hanging on her elbows. He helped her remove it fully, and her old tee hung lopsided, exposing one shoulder.
“You’re so gorgeous,” he said, tracing a finger over her skin along her collarbone and then playing with the neckline of her shirt, tickling the skin there.
He was so close, his thighs over her, his huge body shading her, shielding her.
And he was right. She was already totally wet.
He settled his lips over hers, slanting the full, curved shape to fit perfectly, and then gently parted them to slip his tongue inside to entwine with hers.
She met him thrust for thrust and felt herself get even wetter, combined with an ache. She pressed her hips up against him, and he answered by grinding back down against her.
Beau. She wasn’t doing this with Beau. And he wasn’t even Beau Hunt, famous rock star, anymore. No, he was just goofy, sandwich-eating, bad joke-making Beau. Who was already winning her over if she didn’t watch herself.
Her body trembled as he ended the kiss, and she looked up into his eyes to find him just as lost in the sensation as she felt.
If she didn’t stop this now…
She couldn’t do this on the first night.
She pushed on him suddenly, summoning all her self-control to stop what was happening.
He stepped back immediately, getting off of her, staring at her with confused eyes.
She stood, grabbed her robe, and pulled it around her, glaring at him. She wasn’t really angry with him. She was angry with herself for
She shook her head with a laugh. “No. I guess I’m just more attracted to you than I want to admit. Don’t think this means anything, though.”
“I wouldn’t dare,” he said in a teasing tone, pushing his hair off his face. “Can I kiss you?” His tone then was serious.
She frowned. “You aren’t supposed to ask.”
“Hey, it’s my mate. I don’t want to mess up,” he said, moving his other hand around her. “Can I take that as a yes?”
“Yes,” she said in exasperation. “You stupid man.”
“Hey,” he said, pulling back. “I resent that remark.”
She laughed and leaned in, and he surprised her by catching the sensitive spot at the curve of her neck with his lips, biting gently. She gasped. “Beau…”
“Shh,” he said. “You aren’t supposed to talk.”
She pushed him back. “I’m not?”
“No,” he said. “You’re just supposed to sit back, or lie back, and enjoy everything I have to offer.” His handsome face lit up. “You can moan, though. That’s fine.”
She sighed. She didn’t know what she’d say anyway, so she just leaned forward and gave him access to her neck again, which he quickly took advantage of. He licked his way to her collarbone, setting her body on fire with soft, tentative touches. Then he bit down lightly on her shoulder, grazing her with his teeth, dragging them over the delicate, wet skin in a way that made her writhe against him, trapped against his body, his hands anchoring her there.
“Beau,” she repeated.
“That’s right,” he said. “You can say my name, too. That’s fine.”
“Good to know, your highness,” she said sarcastically. At least, she was trying to be sarcastic, but she was too breathless for it to be convincing, and it just came out sounding sultry.
“I love how sensitive you are,” he said. “I’ve only touched your neck and shoulders, and you’re probably already wet.”
She gasped at his audacity but was helpless to do anything but wait for his next move. His hands were dominant as they roved over her waist. The next second, he lifted her in the air against him and then put her down in the chair beneath him, pushing a button to release it so it lay flat.
Then he came over her, planting one knee between her thighs as his hands clasped hers over her head.
“Can I check?” he asked, eager.
She shook her head, embarrassed.
“Darn.” But he didn’t seem surprised. He ran his hands over her shoulders where her robe had already fallen off and was hanging on her elbows. He helped her remove it fully, and her old tee hung lopsided, exposing one shoulder.
“You’re so gorgeous,” he said, tracing a finger over her skin along her collarbone and then playing with the neckline of her shirt, tickling the skin there.
He was so close, his thighs over her, his huge body shading her, shielding her.
And he was right. She was already totally wet.
He settled his lips over hers, slanting the full, curved shape to fit perfectly, and then gently parted them to slip his tongue inside to entwine with hers.
She met him thrust for thrust and felt herself get even wetter, combined with an ache. She pressed her hips up against him, and he answered by grinding back down against her.
Beau. She wasn’t doing this with Beau. And he wasn’t even Beau Hunt, famous rock star, anymore. No, he was just goofy, sandwich-eating, bad joke-making Beau. Who was already winning her over if she didn’t watch herself.
Her body trembled as he ended the kiss, and she looked up into his eyes to find him just as lost in the sensation as she felt.
If she didn’t stop this now…
She couldn’t do this on the first night.
She pushed on him suddenly, summoning all her self-control to stop what was happening.
He stepped back immediately, getting off of her, staring at her with confused eyes.
She stood, grabbed her robe, and pulled it around her, glaring at him. She wasn’t really angry with him. She was angry with herself for
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