Page 4 of Expecting an Argument
The din of the party and the thumping of the bass from the speakers faded as I crept up the creaking staircase. Four inch stilettos and steep rickety stairs didn’t mix, so I clung to the worn handrail that was bolted to the wall. My ankle wobbled and I gasped, but then large hands gripped my waist from behind and held me steady.
I held my breath as heat rushed to my core. My legs trembled, but I carefully climbed the rest of the two flights of stairs as Beau silently rested his hands on the curves of my hips.
When we reached the top landing, I turned the porcelain knob and pushed open the creaking attic door. The scent of antique lace filled my nose and I blinked as my eyes adjusted to the low light. The amber glow from the street lights outside barely illuminated the dark room. Old mannequins and stacked cardboard boxes lined the brick walls.
The heat of my arousal ignited into the harsh the burn of embarrassment—had I really just taken the wealthiest man in town to a dusty attic for a hookup?
Beau closed the door behind him and I turned around.
“Look,” I said, “I really should have just booked a hotel—”
With a single step forward, Beau backed me into the wall and I lost my breath. He rested his forearm above my head and my cheeks flared—how had I forgotten how tall he was?
I took in a shallow breath and suddenly all I could smell was the cologne on his neck. The light, yet masculine scent hooked me in and made me want to move closer, but my knees went weak. I pressed my palms into the rough brick wall to brace myself while he leaned down until I could feel his soft breath against my skin.
“Birth control?” he asked.
“IUD,” I answered in a whisper.
“Perfect.”
He grabbed my jaw and his lips crashed into mine. My eyes widened with a gasp that softened into a moan as he kissed me. The sweetness of the cherry flavor on his tongue mixed with the naughty burn of whiskey on his breath. My hands reached up to grip the lapel of his jacket as his hands slid beneath my skirt.
He broke the kiss and smiled against my swollen lips.
“Never imagined you would wear these.” He slipped two fingers beneath the thin band of my thong and popped the elastic against my hip. “Not so angelic anymore, are you?”
Just before I made good on my earlier threat to drive my stiletto into his balls, his hand disappeared into my panties.
“And you shaved,” he said with an amused lilt into my open mouth. “Almost like you were expecting me.”
“Don’t flatter yourself,” I huffed as I melted into his touch. “You egotistical—oh.”
He slipped a finger inside me and the lower half of my body went slack.
He let out a low laugh. “That shut you up.” He wrapped his arm around my waist, bracing me against him. “How aboutanother one?”
A second finger joined the first and he curled them as he stroked me in a delicious rhythm.
“Fuck,”I whimpered against his mouth as he brought me closer and closer to an orgasm.
“I don’t remember you ever using that word,” he said. “I must be really getting to you.”
Just as I was at the edge of my climax, Beau stopped. I opened my eyes to find him staring across the attic.
“The hell are you doing?” I asked as I pushed through the needy ache between my legs. “I was close to—”
He quickly took his hand out of me and wrapped both his arms around my thighs. I gasped as he picked me up and carried me across the room. I locked my legs around his waist and gripped his jacket to stay upright, but he plopped me ass-first onto a cushion. A cloud of dust floated up around me.
“The–fuck,Beau—” I coughed.
He dropped to his knees in front of me. “I got you a couch and you still complain? I like you better when you’re moaning.”
Before I could get my bearings, he dove beneath my skirt. He ripped off my thong before flattening his tongue against me. My head fell back in ecstasy against the carved wooden frame of the couch. My palm covered my mouth to quiet my moans as he showed me exactly what he had done to that cherry stem. My thighs shook against the sides of his head, but just as I got close, he pulled away with an evil smirk across his face.
I let out a frustrated breath. “Come on, Beau, stop this—”
He rose to his feet and took off his jacket. “Say please, Adams.”
