the Bryant woman was a lady that had lured him to give up so much. He was tired of the painted hussies who feigned loud displays of ecstasy in exchange for a few dollars of his money. They could be had by anyone who paid the price.
Beau knew she would put up a fight, but the victory would be well worth the few scratches it might cost him. She had sharp teeth and knew how to use them-his hand still bore the impressions of her bite.
He eased onto the bed carefully, wanting to study her figure at his leisure, before his lips against her skin wakened her. It surprised him that she slept so soundly, with her arms stretched so uncomfortably above her head, yet he attributed it to the exhaustion of her ordeal and the long, tiring flight from the stage.
With a great deal of care, he slowly edged the cover downward until it lay at the foot of the bed. Undoubtedly the black nightgown had come from Lil's stock of gowns for her girls. It was meant to reveal the figure, fastening as it did just beneath her breasts, and to Beau's delight, the fit was too snug for the young woman who now wore it.
The black lace clung to every rounded curve, outlining the captive bounty of smooth, white flesh that swelled together to form a darkened valley between. Beneath the ribboned tie, the gown was split to the hem, only partially draping the flatness of her belly and allowing him a tempting view of the dark curls nestled between her thighs as well as the firm, tapering length of her legs.
Leaning closer, Beau pulled at the ends of the bow, rewarded as the tautly stretched material parted and revealed more of her breasts with each successive breath. They were even more firm and full than he'd imagined when his arm had banded her close during their ride. A fresh, flowery scent rose from her skin, skin that even in the lamp's glow seemed as finely textured as the silk draping her body.
His fingers played lightly down that valley, brushing each breast and stopping only when she moved restlessly for a moment. She turned her head the opposite way, still unaware he lay next to her, lost in admiration for her uncovered charms. Beau was determined to draw out his pleasure, yet he could no longer restrain the overpowering urges the sight of her had roused. No longer as cautious, he tugged at the black lace and her breasts were bared completely.
He held his breath for a moment as he gazed at the pale pink nipples that seemed to beckon his attention. His head lowered to encircle first one, then the other until the teasing sweep of his tongue had brought them to taut, rose points. A moment later he slid his hand down to the warm, downy softness beneath her belly.
For minutes Beau continued to toy with her, enjoying the sweet taste of her flesh until she began to move restlessly under the spell of his ministrations. A sigh escaped her parted lips and Beau's mouth quickly sought them, reluctantly leaving the hardened points of her nipples to draw on the honeyed taste of her mouth.
Her eyes fluttered open as the length of his bare body came in contact with hers, the crisp, wiry curls covering his chest teasing her already infiamed nipples.
Beau dragged himself away from her mouth, one hand still caressing her belly and thighs while the other, now that she was awake, swept beneath her shoulders to cradle and support her head.
There was no outcry of horror or recoil of shock at finding herself so intimately involved, and for moments Beau felt cheated, believing her refined demeanor had been a ruse, that she was as free and easy as the whores he no longer cared to bed.
Jenny's eyes were heavy-lidded with pleasure, her face flushed with sensuality, and Beau suddenly realized that she didn't recognize him as her abductor. Her response was to some remembered lover and Beau found himself wondering if she could be a widow, even as young as she was. Her lovely eyes were bright and lively no longer, and though he might have suspected that she'd been given some wine
Beau knew she would put up a fight, but the victory would be well worth the few scratches it might cost him. She had sharp teeth and knew how to use them-his hand still bore the impressions of her bite.
He eased onto the bed carefully, wanting to study her figure at his leisure, before his lips against her skin wakened her. It surprised him that she slept so soundly, with her arms stretched so uncomfortably above her head, yet he attributed it to the exhaustion of her ordeal and the long, tiring flight from the stage.
With a great deal of care, he slowly edged the cover downward until it lay at the foot of the bed. Undoubtedly the black nightgown had come from Lil's stock of gowns for her girls. It was meant to reveal the figure, fastening as it did just beneath her breasts, and to Beau's delight, the fit was too snug for the young woman who now wore it.
The black lace clung to every rounded curve, outlining the captive bounty of smooth, white flesh that swelled together to form a darkened valley between. Beneath the ribboned tie, the gown was split to the hem, only partially draping the flatness of her belly and allowing him a tempting view of the dark curls nestled between her thighs as well as the firm, tapering length of her legs.
Leaning closer, Beau pulled at the ends of the bow, rewarded as the tautly stretched material parted and revealed more of her breasts with each successive breath. They were even more firm and full than he'd imagined when his arm had banded her close during their ride. A fresh, flowery scent rose from her skin, skin that even in the lamp's glow seemed as finely textured as the silk draping her body.
His fingers played lightly down that valley, brushing each breast and stopping only when she moved restlessly for a moment. She turned her head the opposite way, still unaware he lay next to her, lost in admiration for her uncovered charms. Beau was determined to draw out his pleasure, yet he could no longer restrain the overpowering urges the sight of her had roused. No longer as cautious, he tugged at the black lace and her breasts were bared completely.
He held his breath for a moment as he gazed at the pale pink nipples that seemed to beckon his attention. His head lowered to encircle first one, then the other until the teasing sweep of his tongue had brought them to taut, rose points. A moment later he slid his hand down to the warm, downy softness beneath her belly.
For minutes Beau continued to toy with her, enjoying the sweet taste of her flesh until she began to move restlessly under the spell of his ministrations. A sigh escaped her parted lips and Beau's mouth quickly sought them, reluctantly leaving the hardened points of her nipples to draw on the honeyed taste of her mouth.
Her eyes fluttered open as the length of his bare body came in contact with hers, the crisp, wiry curls covering his chest teasing her already infiamed nipples.
Beau dragged himself away from her mouth, one hand still caressing her belly and thighs while the other, now that she was awake, swept beneath her shoulders to cradle and support her head.
There was no outcry of horror or recoil of shock at finding herself so intimately involved, and for moments Beau felt cheated, believing her refined demeanor had been a ruse, that she was as free and easy as the whores he no longer cared to bed.
Jenny's eyes were heavy-lidded with pleasure, her face flushed with sensuality, and Beau suddenly realized that she didn't recognize him as her abductor. Her response was to some remembered lover and Beau found himself wondering if she could be a widow, even as young as she was. Her lovely eyes were bright and lively no longer, and though he might have suspected that she'd been given some wine
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