Infatuation

I’m not sure what made me do it, but I knew standing there would be our last chance. He reacted, thank God, but what shocked me the most was how he handed all control over to me. He said it wasn’t something he wanted to throw me into, but I still picked up the subtle commands, the way he reacted when I sassed him back, and how he decided when I came. They were only indirect, but I still caught them and obeyed immediately.

It was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. If anyone had asked me prior to last night if I’ve had hot and heavy sex before, I’d have said yes, plenty of times. But now? Now I can honestly say after last night, I’ve only experienced that level of arousal with one man. Beau.

He was different. He took the time to take me there. To make me come apart before even thinking about trying to get himself there. Yeah, the men I’ve been with always made sure I came, but not like Beau. Not where I was begging to stop.

After the first round, we took a shower, both of us exploring each other. By the time we were dry, we were ready for round two. Beau took control the second time, and surprisingly, I wanted more. I never thought I would see myself handing over so much. I know Beau hasn’t even begun to show me what he likes, and while it scares me a little, it’s not enough to push me away. I want to try to please him. I want to show him I would and could do anything he asked.

Even if my comfort level is tested.

The smell of coffee brings me back to the present. Pushing all of last night’s activities away for now, I roll out of bed and throw on his shirt. I forgo panties and go in search of him.

I find him in the kitchen, resting against the counter. Feet crossed in front of him, coffee mug in hand. His only clothing is boxer shorts, and I can’t help but stare.

His body is a contradiction of hard and smooth: broad, high shoulders, firm chest with pecs that bulge beneath the skin.

Smooth line after line separate ripples of ab muscle. His waist is narrow, hips lean and his ass. Ugggh, his ass is tight.

Seriously, the man is dangerously sexy.

“Morning.” I stop my ogling and step over the threshold, a little unsure how to act. Do I go to him? Pretend like nothing happened?

There’s no doubt last night was incredible. We both gave into temptation, and spoke about taking things slow, but would he regret it today? Would he pull away from me like he did last night in the kitchen?

He looks up at my voice. “Morning, darlin’.” I hang back, still feeling self-conscious and maybe even clueless. “You gonna stand there making this awkward, or you gonna come give me a kiss?” he asks, driving my nerves away.

“I thought I would just watch you there in your underwear all morning,” I sass back, before moving toward him.

He places his mug on the counter next to him and opens his arms for me to step in close.

“Is this a new dress code I’m not aware of?” he asks just as I press my mouth to his. His beard brushes against my lips, sending a zing straight to my clit, reminding me how it felt to have him between my legs.

“Hmm,” I murmur as his tongue traces the seam of my lips, coaxing them open and reclaiming my mouth. He tastes like coffee and Beau. The perfect mix I need this morning. The kiss takes on new life, as our tongues tangle, reuniting like long lost loves. Beau’s hands come to either side of my face, cupping me closer to him.

“Geez, woman, I’ve been missing out on this every morning?” He pulls his lips away and leans his forehead to mine.

“What can I say, it’s the beard.” He throws his head back in a deep laugh before planting a kiss on my forehead.

“I need coffee,” I tell him, almost desperate. He releases his hold on me and lets me step back. I don’t waste any time and take myself to the glorious coffee pot.

“Gotta say, I’m liking our new dress code, darlin’.”

I look over my shoulder at the playful tone in his voice and catch him checking out my legs. I turn back, roll my eyes and reach up into the cabinet for a mug. His shirt rises with me and I feel a little naughty knowing I just teased him.

Seriously, who knew yesterday morning we would be here, less than twenty-four hours later, acting like we hadn’t spent the last two months pretending we weren’t into each other.

“Please tell me you’re wearing panties.” Beau’s pained growl rolls through me as a new wave of need takes over. Everything becomes an unimportant blur as my body awakens.

“Ummm.” I laugh awkwardly, filling my mug with the black liquid. I don’t have a chance to taste my coffee before Beau’s front is pushed up against my back. His hard cock nudging me between my ass cheeks.

Holy hell.

“Woman, are you trying to kill me?” His hot breath skirts over my ear while his hand glides up under the shirt.

I sag against him as his finger finds my pulsing clit.

“You sore?” The soft rumble of his voice warms me as his finger glides down then drags my wetness up to my clit.

“No.” I whimper when he flicks my bud once. Okay, maybe a little sore, but I don’t tell him. I want him any way I can.

“Good. Spread your legs, darlin’,” he orders, and like a good girl, I do as he asks.

He sighs his approval, leaning closer to my ear. “This for me?” I become lost in my arousal as the words vibrate over my ear. “Answer me,” he urges, dipping his finger lower again, moving more wetness to my clit.

Oh, God, bossy Beau is here and I’m going to combust.

“Yeah.” I nod, my hands finding the counter to hold on.