Page 28 of Burning Skies
Inside, I preen. Because nothing prepares a woman to be admired by this man.
Beau Walker and I are a five-alarm fire waiting to combust.
And I can’t wait to light the match.
I grind down on his hard bulge, and he smirks. “I’m not gonna let you come that way again.”
Laughing, I tilt my hips to take what I need. “It’s funny that you think you can tell me what to do.”
A second later, I let out a squeal and find myself on my back with Beau rising over me. “I’m sorry. What was that?” With a chuckle, he sucks on my neck as he grips my breast. “It’s almost like you think you’re the one in control.”
I’m about to argue back when he sucks my nipple through the sheer fabric of my bra, and I arch my back with a moan. “You can’t… tell me… what… to do.” I can barely spit out the words.
He tugs my bra down and rolls my nipple between his calloused fingers as he settles his big body between my thighs. “We’ll see about that.” And then he laves my breast with his tongue. I wrap my leg around him, needing him closer. When he has both of my boobs perched above my bra, he runs his nose against my skin. “You smell so good.”
I don’t tell him he smells amazing too. That I’ve had dreams about him for years. That no one has ever kissed me like he does.
Because as much as I’m enjoying this, we’re not in a relationship. I can’t get too carried away or be too vulnerable. Unable to resist the allure, I run my palm against his scruffy jaw. “You didn’t shave.”
“Is it too rough on your skin?”
“Feels good,” I admit.
His other hand slides up my leg. “Are you wet, Honey? If I reach between your thighs, will you soak my fingers?”
My clit pulses hard at his dirty words. I’ve never been with a man who talked much during sex, and I am into it. “Why don’t you find out for yourself?” I drop my legs open, and his eyes go molten.
Pushing up to kneel between my legs, he pulls up my skirt and stares.
He runs his finger along the edge of my panties. Along my belly. Between my thighs. Until he finally reaches beneath the fabric. “Fuck. You’re dripping.”
With his large hands, I expect him to be a little rough. Ranchers aren’t exactly known for their finesse. Except all he does at first is lightly graze my skin. Then he dips his fingers in my opening before he paints circles around my swollen clit with my arousal.
“Oh, God.” Closing my eyes, I reach my hands over my head and arch my back. Within seconds, I’m panting, but before I can come, he slides that finger lower.
“What a tight little pussy,” he grunts out as he gets one, then two fingers inside me. With his other hand, he pulls the fabric of my panties to the side and watches his hand fuck me. The wet sounds coming from my body surprise me. I don’t remember the last time I responded like this to anything that wasn’t battery-operated.
I reach down to rub my clit, and he brushes it away. “Let me do all the work. Relax, princess. I’ll get you there.”
For the first time, wariness worms its way into me. I’m not used to being with men who want to take care of me like this.
But I don’t have time to overthink it because he ducks down and buries his face between my legs.
All coherent thought disappears. There’s only Beaucaressing the most vulnerable part of my body. Within moments of him lapping at my clit, I arch back on a scream as an orgasm overpowers me. I writhe and shake as it ignites, shooting pleasure up my spine. When I can’t take it anymore, I push him away. “I can’t.”
Gently, he removes his fingers, shoves them in his mouth, and sucks them clean. What a caveman. I love it.
“Come here.” I tug on his arm.
When he doesn’t move, I frown. But he looks me over. “We don’t have to do more if you don’t want to.”
“Are you saying you don’t want to fuck me?”
His jaw tightens. “Of course I do. I just mean this isn’t a quid pro quo. You don’t owe me anything.” He looks so adorably frustrated, I could kiss him.
I push him back so I can sit up. The resigned look in his eyes almost does me in. Does he really think this is it? “Beau, why do you always make everything so complicated?” Reaching back, I unsnap my bra and let it fall to the ground. Then I reach under my skirt and yank down my panties. “If it’s okay with you, I’m gonna keep on my boots. Might need some traction.”
For a second, his eyes go soft with affection.
