Page 75 of Burning Skies
I circle my finger around him. “I think this is what all the ladies who lined up at the car wash were hoping to see.”
He chuckles. “And now it’s for your eyes only.”
“Damn straight.” Grinning, I scoot higher up the bed and crook my finger. “Does this mean you’re officially off the market?”
Beau crawls over me and settles between my legs in all of his muscular gloriousness. “It does.” He cradles my face in his rough hands and kisses me. “Honey McAllister, will you be my girlfriend?”
“Why, Beau Walker, I’d be delighted.” I tangle my fingers in his thick hair. As I stare at him, it hits me. What we’re up against. “Are you worried about the Pandora’s box we’re opening?”
“I don’t care.” He kisses me. “You’re worth it. We’ll work out the details. Tonight, it’s just you and me. Let’s figure us out. Let’s figure out what we want. Then we can add everyone else to the mix.”
“That sounds smart.”
“I’m dating you, Honey. Not your brothers or father. They don’t get a say. If you’re worried about your trust fund…”
“I’m not. I mean, not exactly. I don’t need to live in a big house or have the luxury cars my mom always wanted. I’d rather have a genuine, committed relationship. I’d rather have my independence. I’m tired of living by my father’s rules. I’m just worried about my club. I’m hoping my father helps me with that property I told you about. And I’ll never be able to afford my horse if…” I trail off with worry.
He cups my face. “We’ll put our heads together and see what we can come up with.”
“Thank you. You make this sound easier than what’s going on in my mind.”
“I’m thinking there are one or two things I can do to help you relax.”
Smiling, I pull him down on me. “I’m all yours.”
As he kisses his way down my body, all the background noise quiets. It’s just me and Beau. I focus on the way his rough palms smooth over my breast and up my thigh. On his hot mouth when he sucks my nipple. On the way his hips push against mine.
I’m an aching mess by the time he makes it down to where I need him.
With a groan, he licks me through the lace of my underwear. I’m so close. I’m ready to detonate.
Except he crawls next to me, flops down on the bed, and pats his chest. “Take off your panties, baby, and come up here.”
“Um. What?”
“I was noticing your wrought-iron headboard.” He reaches behind his head to give it a good shake, but it doesn’t budge. “I think we should put it to use.”
How would we do that? I’m not sure what he has in mind, but I decide he can show me. I kick off my underwear, which leaves me in my flowy skirt, and I shift over him.
His big hands grip my hips, and he moves me up until I’m straddling his chest. Then he lifts me up, so I’m kneeling.
“Grab the headboard, princess.”
My skirt covers his head, so I lift it. “Hi.”
He laughs. “Hi back. Come closer and sit on my face.”
I know people do this, but the logistics don’t make sense. Confused, I stare at him. “But then you can’t breathe.”
He gives me a wicked grin. “Breathing is optional.” Is he serious? He chuckles. “I’ll be fine, I swear.”
“How about I lean over your face?”
“I can work with that.” He adjusts his pillow and I scoot forward when he’s ready and grab the headboard for balance. “That’s it, baby.”
I tuck the front of my skirt into the waistband so he doesn’t suffocate. But that means I now have a clear view of him right there against my pussy. He glances up at me then licks me, and I shiver.
“Okay, wow.” That’s… I don’t have words. I lean closer, and he grabs my ass to keep me pressed to him.
