to run for cover, no matter what you say.”
She bit her lip, and without looking at him, she muttered the words she couldn’t believe she was saying out loud to a man she hardly knew yet somehow trusted with her life, with her past. “Pleasure. I haven’t felt pleasure in years.” There. She’d said it, and she couldn’t take it back.
Beau stood and turned her face tenderly back to his. “Do you trust me?”
Eddie nodded solemnly, and her gaze didn’t leave his as he maneuvered them so the bed was behind her. No ideas popped into her head of what he was going to do, but she hadn’t lied. She trusted him.
Beau wrapped his arms around her and lifted her onto the bed, laying her back. He kissed her languidly, his tongue exploring her mouth as his hands worked up under her sweatshirt. She sat up long enough for him to pull it over her head, revealing a tank underneath with no bra. He cursed at the sight of her nipples through the white fabric, and Eddie sucked in a breath as they hardened under his hungry gaze.
Beau’s hands pushed her tank up slowly, his lips leaving a trail of heat as they followed until his fingers brushed the undersides of her breasts and moved higher.
“Still fine?” he asked, voice rough as he glanced up at her face.
“Perfect,” she whispered when she felt the cool air on her nipples. They tightened even more. She waited for the panic to set in, as it always did, but her heart pounded with a different type of nervous energy when his mouth covered one of her nipples and sucked it, gently at first, then harder until she groaned.
A spring tightened low in her gut, and her back arched. His hands set to work, massaging her other breast as he gave them the attention they hadn’t experienced in years. An angry voice shouted in her mind, and Eddie stiffened suddenly, forgetting the pleasure coursing through her body.
“Naomi, take a breath,” he ordered and moved away to give her space. “You’re with me, not him.”
She nodded fiercely as the voice shouted again. Beau raised himself and smoothed her hair from her face and spoke quietly to her. She didn’t even hear the words, but his voice calmed her, and after a minute, she managed to force the voice to be quiet and opened her eyes to stare up into his.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, but he placed a finger on her lips.
“No, you never have to be sorry, not with me. Do you want me to stop?”
As he spoke, his right hand smoothed over her flat stomach to the top of her knit shorts, pulling on the string. His eyes were locked on hers as he undid the knot and slipped his hand beneath the fabric. If she could keep her eyes on his, know it wasn’t another touching her, maybe this would work. Beau seemed to know exactly what she needed, and the only thing that moved was his hand.
And God, what that hand did to her.
It cupped her over her panties, holding her in his hand as his fingers gently massaged her sensitive, wet lips. His eyes darkened as he felt her arousal, and her mouth twitched in a smile at his reaction, even more than his erection pressing against her leg. His hand pulled back enough so he could touch her, bare skin to bare skin.
She gasped the moment his fingers closed around her clit, a shiver running through her body.
“Naomi?”
“Don’t stop,” she whispered. Just one touch caused her to quiver with need.
He licked his lips when his fingers moved lower and spread her folds. One slipped inside her, and Eddie sighed at the sensation. An echo of the former yelling came back, but Beau’s gaze remained on hers and it vanished again. She and Beau were alone.
“Trust me more?”
“Why?”
“Keep watching me,” he commanded and slid down her body. “Don’t look away. It’s just us and no one else, Naomi. Just me.”
She watched him as he tugged her shorts off and kneeled at the foot of the bed. He pulled her down towards him and, after removing her panties, too, lifted her legs to rest on his
She bit her lip, and without looking at him, she muttered the words she couldn’t believe she was saying out loud to a man she hardly knew yet somehow trusted with her life, with her past. “Pleasure. I haven’t felt pleasure in years.” There. She’d said it, and she couldn’t take it back.
Beau stood and turned her face tenderly back to his. “Do you trust me?”
Eddie nodded solemnly, and her gaze didn’t leave his as he maneuvered them so the bed was behind her. No ideas popped into her head of what he was going to do, but she hadn’t lied. She trusted him.
Beau wrapped his arms around her and lifted her onto the bed, laying her back. He kissed her languidly, his tongue exploring her mouth as his hands worked up under her sweatshirt. She sat up long enough for him to pull it over her head, revealing a tank underneath with no bra. He cursed at the sight of her nipples through the white fabric, and Eddie sucked in a breath as they hardened under his hungry gaze.
Beau’s hands pushed her tank up slowly, his lips leaving a trail of heat as they followed until his fingers brushed the undersides of her breasts and moved higher.
“Still fine?” he asked, voice rough as he glanced up at her face.
“Perfect,” she whispered when she felt the cool air on her nipples. They tightened even more. She waited for the panic to set in, as it always did, but her heart pounded with a different type of nervous energy when his mouth covered one of her nipples and sucked it, gently at first, then harder until she groaned.
A spring tightened low in her gut, and her back arched. His hands set to work, massaging her other breast as he gave them the attention they hadn’t experienced in years. An angry voice shouted in her mind, and Eddie stiffened suddenly, forgetting the pleasure coursing through her body.
“Naomi, take a breath,” he ordered and moved away to give her space. “You’re with me, not him.”
She nodded fiercely as the voice shouted again. Beau raised himself and smoothed her hair from her face and spoke quietly to her. She didn’t even hear the words, but his voice calmed her, and after a minute, she managed to force the voice to be quiet and opened her eyes to stare up into his.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, but he placed a finger on her lips.
“No, you never have to be sorry, not with me. Do you want me to stop?”
As he spoke, his right hand smoothed over her flat stomach to the top of her knit shorts, pulling on the string. His eyes were locked on hers as he undid the knot and slipped his hand beneath the fabric. If she could keep her eyes on his, know it wasn’t another touching her, maybe this would work. Beau seemed to know exactly what she needed, and the only thing that moved was his hand.
And God, what that hand did to her.
It cupped her over her panties, holding her in his hand as his fingers gently massaged her sensitive, wet lips. His eyes darkened as he felt her arousal, and her mouth twitched in a smile at his reaction, even more than his erection pressing against her leg. His hand pulled back enough so he could touch her, bare skin to bare skin.
She gasped the moment his fingers closed around her clit, a shiver running through her body.
“Naomi?”
“Don’t stop,” she whispered. Just one touch caused her to quiver with need.
He licked his lips when his fingers moved lower and spread her folds. One slipped inside her, and Eddie sighed at the sensation. An echo of the former yelling came back, but Beau’s gaze remained on hers and it vanished again. She and Beau were alone.
“Trust me more?”
“Why?”
“Keep watching me,” he commanded and slid down her body. “Don’t look away. It’s just us and no one else, Naomi. Just me.”
She watched him as he tugged her shorts off and kneeled at the foot of the bed. He pulled her down towards him and, after removing her panties, too, lifted her legs to rest on his
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