“N-no, I?—”
“Beau, what?—”
“I’m s-so sorry!” I cried, stepping back, but Lea caught my wrists and held me there, his eyes searing into mine as he stood up. I couldn’t look away from the intensity of his gaze as my thoughts raced, as the panic began to violently consume me.
Lea let go of one of my wrists to lightly hold my jaw, and I was so overloaded with all these volatile emotions that I didn’t fully register what his intentions were. His eyes dropped to mylips, his thumb stroking along the bottom one, and a tear slipped down my cheek.
“Oh, Beau,” he whispered, gently cupping my cheek. He moved in and began peppering my other cheek with with tiny kisses. “Don’t cry, sugar,” he murmured. “That wasn’t a rejection. I was just a bit surprised.”
He pulled back to meet my eyes, the tip of his nose brushing against mine. “I’m gonna kiss you back now. Okay?”
“Okay,” I whispered. I felt like I was dreaming.
Lea tilted his head, framed my face with his hands, and captured my lips in a soft, slow, sensual kiss that had me moaning in relief.
He wrapped his fingers around my wrist and gently guided my hand to his waist to indicate where he wanted me to hold him. I reached up between us with my other hand to clutch at the material of his shirt, and as he moved his parted lips over mine, he trailed his fingers up my arm, over my shoulder, and wrapped them around the nape of my neck, his other hand still cupping my cheek. His thumb was right by the corner of my eye. Everywhere he touched me burned.
Molten need spread like wildfire through every inch of my body as Lea tugged gently on my bottom lip with his teeth, and when I felt the first touch of his tongue against my lip, I shuddered against him. He groaned into my mouth and the kiss became harder, less restrained, and I tried to follow his lead.
I had no clue if I was doing it right, but I was too lost in the surreality of Lea’s lips on mine. The ecstasy of it. One of his hands trailed down my neck, stroked the length of my spine, and then slipped underneath my shirt. Skin on skin. I jumped at his touch, whimpering into his mouth as his fingers slid higher, grasped my waist and squeezed.
Lea pulled back just enough to breathlessly murmur, “Fuck, Beau. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”
He squeezed my hip, and before I could say a word, hemoved down and slipped the tips of his fingers beneath the waistband of my pants. He stared down at me as he kneaded the skin above my ass, and I wanted to touch him everywhere. I had no idea what was acceptable, what he wanted or liked, and I was so lost in his eyes that I couldn’t think beyond his breath on my lips and his hand on my waist.
When he stepped closer, the sudden press of his hard cock against mine made me gasp.
“You like that?” he asked, kissing the corner of my lips.
I groaned as my hands trembled against him, trying to hold on, to think past the ringing in my ears.
“Tell me, Beau. Do you like that?”
“Yes,” I rasped as he slid his tongue along my bottom lip.
“Good, baby. Hold onto me.” He spread his fingers wider, applying pressure to my lower back and the top of my ass, urging me to move against him. He slowly rolled his hips and his hard length slid against mine.
My eyes rolled back as a low moan was wrenched from my throat.
“Fuck, you feel so good.” He nipped at my lips again, tasting me, teasing me. “So fucking good.”
I pressed my mouth to his, swiping my tongue in a tentative stroke along his bottom lip, relishing the groan it elicited from him. He parted his lips and slid his tongue along mine in a rolling, sensual lick that made my throbbing cock jump. He still had his hand on my ass, was moving me against him with erotic thrusts that had me gasping and moaning. Every thought was gone from my head; there was nothing except the raw, intense pleasure that Lea was sparking in me.
“Lea,” I panted.
Lea’s eyes were half-lidded as he stared down at me, and he brought his hands to my face, cupped my cheeks and pressed a soft, tender kiss to my mouth. “Let me make you feel good, Beau. Will you let me do that?”
I grasped his wrists as he held me, staring dazedly at this stunning man whose attentions were fixed on me.Me.
“Y-yes,” I whispered. “Please.”
His lips curled up in that familiar cat-like smile. Pleased as ever. “Good,” he said. “Good boy. Lie back on the bed for me, sugar.”
15
LEA
Istared down at Beau as a sharp, all-consuming possessiveness exploded through me. It felt like adrenaline, a powerful surge of something obsessive and carnal that screamed he was mine.