Dare To Love Series: Daring to Chance It (Kindle Worlds Novella) (8 page)

“I’ll take him upstairs for his bath and get him in bed,” Babs said, picking up the little boy.

“Say good night to Sawah,” Toby insisted, reaching out his arms.

Beau grinned. “I think you’ve made a conquest.”

“He can have my heart anytime.” She gave the child a tight hug and a smooch. “Good night, sweetheart.”

Then Beau bestowed more hugs and kisses before Babs carted Toby off upstairs.

“Night, Daddy,” he called. “Night, Sawah.”

“That’s some kid,” she told Beau when they were gone. “Nice job, Daddy.”

“Thanks. He’s been the bright spot in my life.” He cupped her cheeks and tilted her face up to him. “Until you came back into my life, that is.” He brushed his lips over hers. “Will you ever forgive me for being such an ass and walking out on you the way I did?”

“Hmm. Let me see. I might need some convincing in that department.”

“How about I follow you home and get busy in that department?”

She drew in a shaky breath and let it out slowly. “What are we doing, Beau? Where are we going with this?”

“I know where I’m going,” he said. “And I want it to be with you and Toby.”

“You don’t think we’re moving too fast?”

He shook his head. “When something is right and you want it, there’s no sense waiting.” He gave her a piercing look. “I’m not the same guy who walked out on you, Sarah. I’m older and way wiser than I was. And finally realizing what we might have had all this time if I hadn’t been such a stupid ass.”

“That you were,” she agreed with a shaky laugh.

“I want you to trust me,” he insisted. “I promise you, I would not have invited you here to spend time with Toby if I didn’t want this to go somewhere. I’m sure Babs told you I never bring women home. I don’t want to send the little guy mixed signals.” He brushed his knuckles lightly against her cheekbone. “Give me a chance, Sarah. Give
us
a chance. I promise you won’t be sorry.”

Despite the fact her track record had left her with built-in trust issues, she had come to realize that this Beau was light years away from the one she’d met six years ago. She also realized how deep her feelings for him ran. Maybe they’d been there all along.

She smiled up at him. “Then I guess you’d better follow me home and convince me you mean every word of this.”

Glancing around to make sure Babs and Toby were out of the room, he brought his mouth down to hers, gently at first then a little harder, the tip of his tongue drawing a line along the seam of her lips. Sarah clutched his biceps, loving the feel of the hard muscles and the press of his body against hers. She wanted to protest when he broke the kiss.

“Shall we take this someplace more private?” Heat blazed in his eyes, and his voice was a touch unsteady.

“I’d say that’s a good idea.”

“Let me tell Babs I’m leaving, and we’ll get the hell out of here. I can’t wait to get you naked in my arms.”

*****

Beau did his best to keep himself under control, but as soon as they were inside Sarah’s condo, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her as if he was a starving man and her mouth the only thing that would ease him. There was nothing gentle about this kiss. His mouth came down hard on hers, and his tongue pressed insistently for entrance. Sarah stood on tiptoe and tunneled her fingers through his hair as she let her own tongue answer his need and duel with his.

Jesus, she tasted good. Beau wasn’t sure which part of her he liked to lick the best, her luscious, wonderful mouth or her very sweet pussy or maybe all that satin-smooth skin in between. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tight against him, pressing his very aroused cock against her mound. He knew not even two layers of clothing could disguise how hard and swollen he was.

Pulling his mouth from hers with great reluctance, he trailed his lips across her cheek and down the slender column of her neck. He couldn’t resist taking a little nip at the tendon where her neck and shoulder joined or sucking lightly on the hollow at her throat. He grew harder, if that was possible, when her pulse beat hard against his tongue. God, it seemed he barely touched her and his need to bury himself in her was in high gear. He wanted them naked, right now.

Lips still pressed to her neck, he swept her up in his arms and carried her down the hall to her bedroom. Thank god he’d been here before, so he knew exactly where it was. Standing her beside the bed, he yanked the bedclothes back so he didn’t have to worry about them later. He very slowly peeled off her T-shirt and tossed it to a nearby chair. The sight of her luscious breasts contained in hot-pink satin and lace, the tempting nipples dark against the fabric, made his mouth water. He lowered his head and wrapped his lips around one of them and sucked it deeply into his mouth, fabric and all. When he closed his teeth gently around it, biting it as if it was a rich piece of candy, Sarah gave a little moan and swayed against him. So he did it again, to the other one.

Using his tongue, he drew a line across the upper swell of her breasts, savoring the taste of her soft skin before tracing the outline of her collarbone. She shivered at the contact and grabbed his arms for support. Beau flicked open the clasp on her bra and drew the straps down her arms, following the path of one of the straps with his lips, punctuating the trail with a kiss on the inside of her wrist. Then he gave the other arm the same treatment.

Sarah’s hands tugged at his shirt, pulling the tails from his khakis. He was sorry now he’d worn something with buttons. He was tempted to go ahead and rip the shirt open in his haste, buttons be damned. But, somehow, Sarah managed and shoved the fabric from his shoulders. Impatiently, he broke the contact with her so he could shrug the shirt off and toss it away.

She closed the tiny space between them so her breasts, the nipples still damp from his ministrations, impressed themselves against his chest. The sensation sent little shards of electric sensation through his body and made his balls ache with response. When she scraped her fingernails lightly over his hard nipples, sensations cascaded through his body and jerked his pheromones awake. Hands at his waist as if to steady herself, she blew lightly across the soft curls of hair on his chest, sending shivers cascading down his spine. He had to fight his inner beast to keep from throwing her on the bed and thrusting into her.

She deserves to be worshipped and properly loved, he kept telling himself. But, holy fuck, it was sure damn hard.

Beau caressed her naked back, letting his fingers walk up and down her spine then slipping them into the waistband of her jeans to cup her ass.

“Off,” he ordered. “Right now.”

He could barely keep it together as he watched her slip out of her sandals then gracefully step out of her slacks and the thin scrap of nothing that was her panties. Unable to help himself, he knelt before her, nudged her legs apart, and inhaled the incredible fragrance of her musk. He was sure it beat anything else he’d ever smelled in his life.

Opening the lips of her sex with his thumbs, he took careful swipes with his tongue up one side and down the other. God, her inner flesh was so slick and hot.

He did it again, as if he’d never get enough, and maybe he wouldn’t. She was the most delicious feast he’d ever tasted. He was shaking with need, and so was she.

Banding his arms beneath her incredible ass, he rose, lifting her, and placed her gently on the bed. He shifted her so her head was on the pillow, bent her legs at the knees, and planted her feet on either side of him. When he looked up at her face, he saw her watching him intently, her eyes darkened to a rich hunter green that reminded him of the plant life in the bayous. He thought he could easily lose himself in those eyes.

She ran her tongue over her bottom lip then did something that surprised him. She brought a fingertip to her mouth, licked it, and ran it around one nipple. Now the pebbled bud was even darker in color and so tempting. He touched his tongue to it and her fingertip, licking them both. When he looked up, he saw light flare in her eyes, so he did it again. She gave him a slow, teasing smile and did the same to the other nipple. More lapping.

He peppered a string of wet kisses from her collarbone to a spot above her mound. He paused in his journey over her body to admire her gorgeous cunt, so beautifully waxed except for two tiny strips of curls. The first time he’d seen it six years ago, it had driven him nuts, such gorgeous pink flesh with those two little rows of carefully groomed auburn hair. His reaction hadn’t changed. He tugged at them lightly with his teeth, eliciting a tiny groan from her.

If she was groaning, she should try putting herself in his place. He didn’t know how much longer he could keep it together. He stroked his tongue the path of her slit, tasting her, pressing the flat of his tongue against her heated intimate flesh. Touching her was like putting his hand to a lit match. Instant conflagration. Instantaneous combustion. No woman had ever done this to him before. No wonder he couldn’t get enough of her.

More of her cream gathered on his tongue, so he slid first one then two fingers inside her. The walls of her pussy instantly clenched down on him, tightening when he began a steady in-and-out pattern. He was going to give her an outstanding orgasm, maybe two, because when he took his pants off, he had a feeling he’d turn into the sixty-second wonder.

Maintaining a steady movement with his fingers, he locked his lips around the heated bud of her clitoris. When he pulled on it, she arched herself up to him, a sound of pleasure exploding from her throat. Fuck, she was responsive. How had he managed to get so lucky as to have her in his life? And he’d damn well better not do anything to screw it up.

He worked her steadily, applying his mouth and his tongue as he drove in and out of her with two fingers. When he added the third and bit down lightly on her clit, she nearly lifted off the bed. A wild cry burst from her mouth, and she pushed hard into the mattress with her feet and forced herself hard down onto his fingers. That was all it took. Her body exploded with the force of her orgasm, her inner walls gripping his fingers like a vise. He pressed his hand on top of her mound, steadying her in place while she rode it out.

“Oh, oh, oh.” The exclamations burst from her mouth, punctuating each spasm that rocked her.

Beau eased her through it, coaxing her and soothing her with soft words.

“That’s it, sugar. Like that. I love to feel that slick pussy grab my hand and fuck it for all it’s worth. Love to watch you shake as you come and know I was the one who made you do it. No one but me. That’s it. Go on, let yourself go.”

Before the spasms had fully subsided, he had yanked off his pants and boxer briefs, rolled on a condom, and was back on the bed between Sara’s very exquisite thighs. Placing his hands beneath the cheeks of her ass, he lifted her so he could position his cock right at her opening.

“God, Sarah,” he breathed, taking in her very wet, rosy-pink pussy. If he hadn’t wanted his dick inside her so badly, he’d have gone down on her again. What a dilemma to have—a woman whose body appealed to him on so many levels and in so many places.

She was still shuddering slightly, her breathing uneven, as he drove into her with one solid thrust.

“Beau!” She practically screamed his name. “Ohmigod! Beau!”

“Yeah, sugar. Let me hear you. Jesus, that feels so fucking good.”

And it did. She was so tight around him it nearly made his heart stop. He allowed himself a moment to lean down and take one more lick at her gorgeous nipples. Then, bracing himself, he began the rhythm that would take them over the edge. In, out, in, out, thrust and retreat. He tried to pace himself, not go too fast, but it was impossible. With the walls of her cunt clutching at his cock, her voice urging him on, her breasts shimmying as he pushed in harder and faster. When he felt the familiar tightening in his balls and the icy feeling in his lower back, he placed one hand over her clit, pinched it hard, and they both exploded.

Beau could feel her quaking beneath him as they fell into a black-velvet space, fireworks exploding behind his eyelids, Sarah screaming his name and shouting, “Yes, yes, yes!” He thought his heart would explode it was beating so fast and hard in his chest. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything except fall into the glorious feeling of emptying himself into Sarah’s exquisite, incredible cunt which squeezed him until the last drop was gone.

When the aftershocks finally subsided, he collapsed to the side, taking Sarah with him, their sweat-slicked bodies still joined. Her inner walls still pulsed slightly against his now semihard dick. He wished they could stay connected like this forever, with no intrusion from the outside world.

At last, he eased himself from her body and went to dispose of the condom. He took a good look around the bathroom and grinned.

“You know what I think would be great right about now?” he asked, sitting on the bed next to Sarah. He stroked his fingers up and down her arm.

“If it involves any movement at all,” she told him in a lazy voice, “count me out.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll do all the work.” He stood up and lifted her into his arms, striding back to the bathroom.

“What—Where—How?”

“A shower. In your gorgeous bathroom. And I’ll do all the work.”

She wound her arms around his neck and leaned her head on his shoulder. “Good, because I’m pretty sure you’ll have to.”