Page 146 of Unexpected Shot
“Do you want to know another favorite?”
His chest is heaving as a strained “yes” comes out of his mouth.
“How you crawl to me.”
Beau’s eyes go wide before a fire lights in them. “Funny. I don’t remember doing that before?”
I sit down and spread my legs, luring him the best way I know how. “No time like the present, husband. I’m waiting.”
There are many things ridiculously sexy about Beau Devereaux. The way he always wants to defend me and be by my side. The beard that is the perfect length against my skin when he kisses me. How his arms fill out his shirts in the absolute perfect way. Those slutty little glasses he wears before bed. How he knows how to light my body on fire every time.
But without a doubt, there is no sexier sight in the history ofthe world, than Beau Devereaux on his hands and knees, crawling to me on command.
“Good job, Master,” I say as he reaches me. “Now make me come.”
My words are the spark in the lighter, and as soon as Beau’s mouth is on me, it’s the lighter fluid that makes me explode. He roughly thrusts two fingers inside, filling me up perfectly as his mouth descends on me. My hands are in his hair, pulling him closer, even though I’m sure he physically can’t be. But I need more. I need a release. Just one. And then I’m going to fuck the absolute shit out of my husband.
“Ah!”
I’m confident my scream can be heard downstairs in the gala. For sure by whoever is next door. Ask me if I care.
Answer: I don’t. I’m too busy physically shaking.
And I don’t have time to worry about it anyway. Because before I can get my bearings, Beau has me flipped over on the bed, his legs straddling either side of me.
“As much as I want to fuck you with this on, I need it off. I need to see all of you.”
I don’t argue. I can’t. Between the orgasm and feeling how hard Beau is on top of me as he painstakingly unlatches every hook and eye my makeup artist had to help me secure today, I can’t concentrate on anything else.
“Up,” he says, wrapping his arm around my front and lifting me just high enough to discard the corset before bringing my back to his front, his cock toying just at my entrance.
“I crawled for you, Shelby Lynn,” he says, nibbling my ear just to the point of pain. “I’ve punched men for you. I’ll start a fucking war for you. But I have to know one thing, right now.”
“Anything,” I whisper, desperate for him to be inside me.
“Say you’re mine, Shelby.” His hands come around my front, squeezing my tits as if to claim them. “I need you to say the words.”
“Yours,” I murmur out. “I love you, Beau.”
Is the middle of the hottest night of my life the best time to tell my husband I love him for the first time? Probably not.
Or…maybe it is.
Because before I can rewind time and take back those three words, Beau has me turned over, and he’s kissing me harder than he ever has before. Which is saying something.
“Say it again,” he says, his mouth now moving to my breasts.
“I…I love you.”
The hesitation isn’t because of the phrase. I’m just having trouble concentrating on words and syllables when Beau’s mouth is somehow everywhere on me.
“Shelby, you have no idea…” he trails off, lifting me up, and placing me on his lap, my legs circling around him. “I love you…so fucking much.”
Our lips come together as he enters me, our arms wrapped around each other so there’s not a centimeter of space between us. I’m moving up and down on him, needing to feel every inch of him as our lips seal the words we just said.
Love.
Mine.
