Page 64 of Arranged To Be Mine

Beau’s hands slid down my arms and then to my waist. Then lower. He gripped my hips through the silk of my dress, pulling my lower body against his. His hard body pushing against mine. He backed me against the nearest wall, the cool surface at my spine contrasting with the fever of his body smashed into mine. I gasped into his mouth as one hand traced up my side. His fingers brushed the bare skin at the low dip of my back, sending shivers racing over my skin. My own hands were busy too, shoving his jacket off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. I wanted more. More skin, more heat, more of him.

He groaned, the sound vibrating through me. I deepened the kiss, my teeth grazing across his lower lip. His tongue stroked mine in slow, deliberate movements that made my toes curl in my heels. I arched into him, feeling his hard, muscular chest. My nipples pebbled to the point I was certain the sticky covers would be pushed right off. One of his hands tangled in my hair, tilting my head to give him better access. His other slid down to cup my ass, pulling me against the hard length of him. A jolt of pure need shot straight between my legs. I moaned into his mouth.

He stepped away from the wall, pulling me with him. I knew where we were headed. We stumbled toward the stairs, lips never parting. His hands continued to move over my body. I kicked off my heels to keep from stumbling.

He led me into his room and spun me around, pushing me against another wall.

“God damn, this dress has teased me all night,” he groaned.

He pushed my hair over my shoulder and kissed the back of my neck.

“I’ve wanted my lips right here,” he murmured, kissing the top of my spine. His mouth moved lower. “And here.”

His fingers worked at the zipper at my side, easing it down inch by inch as his tongue and lips kissed the expanse of exposed skin at my back. The cool air hit my heated skin. He tugged and pulled until the fabric was pooled at my ankles.

My breasts were pushed against the wall, the tape still clinging. His large hand cupped my bare ass in the red lace thong.

“Damn, woman,” he hissed. “This ass is fire. I want to devour you.”

I slowly turned to face him, my back against the wall. He grinned when his eyes saw the stick-on cups and nipple covers.

“It’s like my very own gift. I get to unwrap you.”

“Then do it,” I said.

I tugged at his shirt, buttons popping free, my palms gliding over the taut muscle. He was all smooth skin and strength. I couldn’t stop touching him, tracing the lines of his abdomen, feeling the way his muscles jumped under my fingertips.

He looked at my breasts again. “How the hell do I get that off? I need you bare.”

I smirked. “Got any body oil?”

“No.”

“Then slowly. Please.”

His fingers traced the edge of the first adhesive cover with maddening patience. “Slow is good,” he murmured against the shell of my ear. “Slow means I get to watch every inch of you come undone. You’ve been holding everything so tight, Darcy. Let it go. Just feel.”

I shivered as he peeled the first cover away, the cool air kissing my nipple before his warm palm replaced it. My back arched without permission. “Beau.”

“I’ve got you.” His mouth followed the path his hand had taken, tongue circling, then sucking gently until I gasped. “That’s it. Let yourself feel how good it is.”

I reached for the remaining cover, impatient, but he caught my wrist and guided it above my head. “My turn. You spent all night looking like fire and now I want to taste every spark. Breathe for me.”

The second cover came off slower. He watched my face the whole time, eyes dark with heat and something gentler. When both breasts were bare, he cupped them in his hands, thumbs brushing my nipples until they tightened into peaks. “Beautiful. God, you’re beautiful when you stop trying to control everything.”

I wanted to argue but the words dissolved when his mouth closed over one nipple. He sucked hard enough to make my knees buckle. His arm came around my waist, holding me up while his tongue flicked and circled. Every pull sent sparks straight between my legs.

“Feel that?” he whispered against my skin.

His free hand slid down my stomach, fingers slipping beneath the lace of my thong. He stroked once, light and teasing. My hips jerked forward on instinct. A low laugh rumbled in his chest. “There she is. My girl who’s always in charge finally letting someone else drive.”

I wanted to protest the “my girl” but his fingers pressed deeper, sliding through slick heat. The protest turned into a moan. He worked me with slow, deliberate circles, reading every twitch and gasp and acting on it. “That’s perfect. Don’t hold back. Let me hear you.”

My head fell back against the wall. Every time I tried to reach for him he caught my hands and placed them back against the wall. “Hands stay here. Let me take care of you.”

The thong came off with one efficient tug. He knelt, lifting one of my legs over his shoulder. His mouth replaced his fingers. The first long, slow lick stole the air from my lungs. He groaned like he was starving, the vibration traveling straight through me. “You taste so fucking good. Let go, Darcy. I’ve got you.”

He licked and sucked with one hand braced on my hip, the other sliding up to tease my nipple again. I couldn’t stop the sounds escaping me. They were raw, needy, nothing like the controlled woman I’d been all night. Every time I tried to pull back or slow down, he urged me on with words and touches until the pleasure built into something sharp and inevitable.