Page 59 of Burning Skies
I slide out of bed and join him in the bathroom. He runs his hand through his disheveled hair as he gives me a rueful smile. “Sorry about the lack of amenities here. I haven’t finished renovating the cabin.”
Leaning up on my toes, I kiss him. “Your house is lovely.” My family lives in a mansion, and everyone’s miserable. I’ll take the little cabin with the salmon tile, the eighties vibe, and the cowboy firefighter. “Besides, have you seen my apartment? The floorboards are a little iffy in places. I’m afraid I’ll fall through if I’m not careful.”
That makes him freeze. He gets that no-nonsense look in hiseyes, and Beau the firefighter glares at me. “That’s a hazard, Honey. You could get hurt.”
“I like to think of it as a life lesson. Take my father, for example. I know not to get mouthy or he’ll get pissed. It’s like those floorboards. You just avoid them.”
Beau shakes his head as he drags me into his shower stall and closes the door. “Let’s wash you off before I decide to demo your house and fine your landlord.”
Chuckling, I hand him the body wash. He grabs a washcloth and douses it with soap. He’s reaching for me when he freezes. “What the hell happened here?” He gently touches my arm where a new bruise the shape of someone’s hand blooms.
“Um.” Do I tell him what happened? “You’re not going to like the story.”
Beau’s eyes flare. “Did that asshole do this to you?”
I put my hands on his chest. “I’m okay. I swear. And he apologized. I don’t think he realized how hard he grabbed me.”
His jaw tightens. “Someone needs to teach that fucker some manners.”
I lean up to kiss him. “Funny, but I basically told him the same thing. Now are you going to suds me up or what?” I grin at him and hold up my arms. I’m in a post-sex daze thinking about how he came all over me. It was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
It takes him a minute to calm down, but finally, he nods.
While he scrubs me down, I watch his corded muscles contract. His stomach muscles strain. His dick bounces against his stomach.
The man came five minutes ago, but he’s ready again. He pays special attention to my breasts and my ass and uses a soapy finger against my clit.
“You’re being very thorough,” I pant as he pins me against the wall and kisses me.
He smirks. “You were quite sticky.”
I rest one arm on his broad shoulder while I drag the other hand down his chest. For the record, he has the perfect amount of chest hair. Not too much that he’s a yeti. Not all groomed and shaved off. “And whose fault was that?”
His grin widens with pride. “Mine.”
I expect him to try to fuck me. We’ve already done the deed once. So why not now that we’re in the privacy of his house?
Except he ignores his giant erection to wash my hair. “Lean back, baby.”
The man freaking washes my hair. And it’s not a rush job. He slowly massages my scalp, making me boneless, and then grabs the conditioner.
When he’s done, I’m so sleepy, I could collapse in the corner. But I want to reciprocate his sweet gestures, so I grab his washcloth. First I soap his arms. Then his shoulders and chest. Then his enormous dick.
When he’s sparkling clean, I kiss him, loving how his length presses against me. I’m so tempted to climb him like a tree and have sex right here. I’m on the pill. We don’t have to use a condom.
But that will make the end so much harder.
Because my father will never accept me dating Beau Walker.
So I’d better make the most of this.
Beau groans when I wrap my hand around his thick length and jerk him off. “Honey.” When he leans back, the cords of his neck strain so enticingly, I lick them.
And then I can’t stop.
I lick down his chest. Down his abs. Down to his perfect cock.
And for the first time in my life, I get down on my knees because I want to, not because a man pressured me to do it.
