Bound to the Bachelor (13 page)

“I’ll catch you later, Beau,” she called back down the hallway.

“No problem.”

She whirled around, almost leaping out of her skin when he exited the glass-walled cubicle closest to the door to reception.

“I thought you were still showering,” she said lamely.

But clearly he’d finished. His dark blonde hair was damp, the strands doing their best to kink up now they were wet. He was wearing a pair of soft-looking jeans and a dark grey sweeter with a shawl collar.

God, she loved shawl collars. And worn denim. And hot male bodies.

“You should do some stretching tonight,” he said. “Stop you from being sore tomorrow.”

“Stretching tonight. Got it,” she said. “I’d better leave you to it. I’m sure you’ve got lots of other stuff to do.”

She went to collect Andie’s coat from where she’d left it in the kitchen, a route that would take her past where he was standing in front of his office. She could feel him watching her every step of the way and did her best to appear unruffled, even though her heart was beating like a tom-tom in her chest, pumping blood to the parts of her body that ached for him the most.

Finally she stopped in front of him. “Thanks for today. I feel a hundred times more dangerous than I did before. You’re a good teacher.”

He shrugged off her compliment, his gaze going to her hair. A small frown appeared between his eyebrows.

“Your hair is wet.”

“My car’s right outside,” she said.

“It’s freezing out there.”

She cocked her head, amused by his fussing. “You ever thought about becoming a den mother?”

She didn’t wait for his answer, walking across to grab her coat. When she turned back, Beau was stepping out of his office, something black and woolly in his hand.

“Consider it a souvenir,” he said.

She saw that it was a Cooper Mountain Security beanie, the logo embroidered in white and gold on the side.

“Okay, Mama Bear, but only because I don’t want you getting all sweaty about me venturing out into the wilderness with my damp hair.”

She started to reach for it, but Beau had already stepped close, the beanie suspended between both hands. She blinked and froze as he pulled the hat gently over her head, his fingers tickling her forehead as he folded back the lower edge.

He was concentrating on what he was doing, so she felt free to let her gaze roam his face. He had amazing cheekbones. And his mouth… there was something so damned sexy and voluptuous about his mouth…

She realized he’d stopped and she lifted her eyes to find him watching her.

“What color do you call that, anyway?” he asked, his voice very low, very deep.

“What?”

“The color of your eyes. Sometimes they’re brown. But today…they’re something else.”

“My mom used to say they were pansy brown. They’ve got a bit of purple in them.”

“Pansy brown. Right.”

He was standing very close. She swallowed, the pull of lust a physical grab in her belly. She wanted this man so badly. Wanted the barely restrained passion she could see in his eyes. Wanted his hard body slamming into hers. Wanted all the things she knew he could make her feel.

“So,” she said after a long, thick silence. “Who’s going to give in first, do you think?”

“Maybe we should put some money on it.”

“So the person who holds out the longest gets the money?” she asked.

His gaze dropped from her face to scan her body. “I’m not sure that’s a bet I want to win.”

There was so much heat and need in his eyes. All the sensible thoughts that had been making her hold back, all of the reasons why this was a bad idea, simply blew away like so much dust.

She wanted this man inside her. Now.

“Fuck it,” she said, then she reached for him and pulled his head down to hers.

*

Beau didn’t need
a second invitation. The moment Lily kissed him, he was gone. She tasted so good, her mouth opening beneath his, her tongue sweeping into his mouth. He met her halfway, stroking her tongue with his, his hands cupping the sides of her face, angling her head back to deepen the kiss.

Her hands slid down his arms, then onto to his chest. She made an appreciative noise, her body arching into his, and the last vestiges of self-control slipped his grasp. Dragging her close, he clamped a hand to her perfect ass, grinding his hips against hers. She made another approving sound when she felt his erection against her belly, her hips undulating in a way that almost made him lose it.

Fuck, she was the sexiest woman he’d ever had in his arms.

Consumed by the need to be inside her, he walked her backward toward the huge kitchen table, his mouth never leaving hers, both hands on her ass now, squeezing and massaging the resilient flesh. When the table hit the backs of her thighs, he boosted her up so she was sitting and she spread her thighs wide, inviting him closer.

“God, Lily,” he groaned against her mouth, out of his mind with need.

He slipped his hands beneath the hem of her sweater, smoothing them up her ribcage before curving his palms over the warm roundness of her breasts. Her nipples were already hard, poking into his palms through the fabric of her bra, demanding his attention. He plucked at them with finger and thumb, his cock getting even harder when he felt the thrill that rippled through her at his caress. Suddenly touching her wasn’t enough – he needed to see her, too, and he reached for the hem of her sweater, tugging it up her body.

She lifted her arms, just as keen to be naked as he was to get her that way. She was wearing a black bra made of sheer lace underneath, her nipples clearly visible against the delicate fabric.

“Fucking gorgeous,” he murmured. Then he pushed the fragile garment out of the way and lowered his head to her right breast.

She arched her back as he tongued her nipple, drawing it into his mouth and sucking hard. Her fingers wove into his hair, and he could feel her heart pounding as he suckled and bit and licked at her.

“Yes, Beau. Please,” she whispered, her voice a ragged plea.

He transferred his attention to her other breast, savoring the way she shivered in his arms as he pulled at her. He wanted to feel her shiver like this when he was inside her. He wanted her tight and hot around him, utterly mindless with need.

Her hand snaked between them, rubbing his cock through his jeans, her palm sliding up and down his length before she started working on his buckle. It come loose and her fingers dragged his fly down. Then her hand was inside his jeans, slipping inside his boxer briefs to wrap around his rock hard, aching cock.

He swore against her flesh, unable to believe how close he was to coming. Everything about Lily drove him wild. The feel of her skin. The taste of her mouth. The bold, knowing way she touched him. The way her body arched into his caresses.

As if she could read his mind, she started tugging at the sides of his jeans, fighting to free him more fully. He lifted his head from her breasts, needing to see her face.

“You want this?” he asked, barely able to believe he was giving her an out when his body was so desperate for hers.

“Are you kidding me?” Her hair had come loose, and her mouth was puffy and red from his kisses. Her breasts were rosy, the nipples hard and wet from his ministrations. She looked like an utter wanton, the very picture of sex and sin and lust.

He reached for the stud on her jeans, and together they rid her of them and her underwear. The sight of her silky pubic hair made him weak at the knees, and he started to sink toward the ground, needing to taste her there, wanting to feel her response.

“No.” Her hand caught at his hair, pulling him up short.

He let out a short bark of surprised laughter.

“I need you inside me. Stop messing around,” she ordered.

He was pretty sure he’d never received a better order in his life. He pulled a condom from his back pocket, opening the packet and rolling it on in record time. Lily spread her legs wide, and he allowed himself the pleasure of sliding a hand between her thighs to test her readiness before giving her what she wanted. Plump, juicy flesh slipped beneath his fingers, so wet and ready for him his cock surged against his belly. He took himself in hand and positioned himself at her slick entrance, his gaze finding hers. She opened her mouth slightly, already panting, her eyes hazy with desire.

Holding her gaze, he thrust into her, feeling the tight embrace of her body as it accepted his invasion. Her fingers curled into his shoulders, her breath catching with a hitch. He withdrew, then slid home again.

She bit her lip, then groaned as he did it again. “Beau. That’s so freaking good.”

“I know.”

He started to move in earnest then, pounding into her, taking her mouth in a long, never ending kiss. She took everything he gave her and begged for more, her fingers and nails clawing at him. When he reached between them to find her clit, she swore, her head dropping back, and seconds later he felt the strong pull of her climax hitting her.

He watched it wash over her, watched the way she arched her breasts toward him, felt the kick of her hips, the urgency in her hands… and he was gone, too, coming in a long, shuddering pulse of pleasure, his cock buried deep inside her.

It took him a few seconds to come back into his body, and when he did, he became aware she was watching him, her gaze roaming over his face before dropping to place where they were joined together. He followed her gaze and was astounded to feel a surge of fresh blood to his cock as he took in the erotic panorama in front of him. Her thighs spread wide, her neatly trimmed pubic hair framing the soft pink of her sex, his erection still deep inside her.

Unable to believe he was still hard after the best climax of his life, he withdrew experimentally, watching the way her body fought to hold onto him.

“Again?” she asked, and he lifted his gaze to her face.

She was watching him, both eyebrows raised incredulously.

“You don’t want it?” he asked, starting to withdraw.

She locked her thighs around him, her hands clutching at his hips.

“Don’t ask stupid questions,” she said.

Then she pulled his head down for a kiss that let him know she was up for anything and everything.

*

Lily closed her
eyes, reveling in the hot thrust of Beau’s cock inside her. She couldn’t believe he was hard again so soon, but she wasn’t about to object. Having him move inside her gave a new meaning to the word ecstasy.

He was so big and thick, and the way he stroked into her with so much power and control…

He leaned over her, pushing her weight back. Her eyes popped open and she had to let go of him and brace her arms behind her on the table to keep her balance.

“Good girl,” he said approvingly, and she understood he liked having her spread out before him like an X-rated buffet.

As she watched, he reached between them, his clever fingers finding the place where she craved his touch the most. She bit back a moan as pleasure streaked through her. She lost track of everything except him after that – the slide of him inside her, the stroke of his fingers on her clit, the way his belly muscles tensed with each thrust, the taut line of his shoulders, the glint in his half-closed eyes.

He leaned forward to kiss her as her second climax ripped through her, and she gasped against his mouth, completely at his mercy. He buried his face into her neck, his arms tight around her as he followed her soon afterward, his body shuddering into hers.

She felt as heavy as lead afterward and when he let go of her she fell back onto the table, sprawled in utter abandon, unable to do anything except breathe.

She drifted for a few heady moments, awash with afterglow. Then he withdrew from her, and it hit her that with one thrust of his lovely, thick cock, Beau Bennett had just set the benchmark for pleasure for the rest of her life. From now on, every man was going to be measured against the Bennett scale – and, she suspected, found wanting.

It was a pretty dismal thought to have hard on the heels of the best sex of her life, and she pushed herself back up to a sitting position. Beau was tucking himself back into his jeans, presumably already having dealt with the condom. She looked down at herself, spread-eagled on the table, not a stitch of clothing on her body, and realized that one of them was decidedly underdressed compared to the other. She slipped to her feet, slapping a hand down onto the tabletop when her knees buckled momentarily, refusing to take her weight.