And that terrified me.
I quickly shoved away the fear; I couldn’t think about that right now.
“Beau,” I rasped.
His eyes rolled down to mine, and he grunted out, “Huh.”
“Beau,” I said again.
“Mm.”
“Did you like that?” I moved to lay on his left side, circling a lazy finger over his hip bone.
He licked his lips, like his mouth was dry. “What doyouthink?”
I laughed and kissed his hip. “Yeah,” I said. “You liked that.”
“Mm,” was all he could say in response.
“Beau,” I said.
“Lea,” he said.
“I liked it, too.”
Beau finally picked up one of his hands, moving it toward mine, and clasped my fingers sweetly in his. When he rubbed his thumb across the back of my knuckles, my heart began racing in my chest, trying to outpace the sudden swell of deep affection that was crashing through me.
I cleared my throat and slipped my hand from his, stood up,and dragged my ruined underwear down my legs. I had to play this off like it was no big deal. Desperately needed to.
Because it wasn’t. Right? It wasn’t.
I threw my underwear in the hamper in the corner, wiped myself off with a towel, and grabbed a clean pair of sleep shorts, pulling them on. Short and pink and silky.
When I turned around again, Beau had scooted to the edge of the bed to stand. As he walked to his bags in the corner, my first glimpse of that freckled ass had my dick trying to rally in my shorts.
It was plump and pert and I wanted to take a million bites out of it. Slap it gently and watch it jiggle.
I couldn’t resist doing that last one. I took two steps toward him and slapped his right cheek, not too hard. His strangled cry was followed by him clutching his abused cheek and giving me a look of such utter betrayal that I burst out laughing.
“Oh, come on,” I said between breaths, moving to cup his face in my hands. I sucked his bottom lip between my teeth, nibbling at all that soft, warm flesh. “It was right there,” I said. “I couldn’t help myself. You have a delicious ass, Beau.”
Oh, that blush. He pulled his head from my hands and bent to his bag, rifling through clothes until he found what he wanted. I watched him as he pulled on a new pair of boxers—okay, I watched his soft cock and balls as they swayed with his movements. Until he yanked the boxers over himself and hid my new favorite part of him away. Then I dragged him into my arms and pulled his body flush against mine.
I wasn’t sure what had gotten into me, but I couldn’t help myself.
His hands came up to brace against my pecs, his startled eyes flying to mine.
“Beau,” I murmured, splaying one hand against his lower back, bringing the other up to the soft fuzz above his ear andpetting him. I lowered my lips to his ear and whispered, “I’m sorry I spanked you. I have very little self control.”
Beau scoffed. “You’re not sorry.”
“Oh no?” I asked, pulling back and searching his eyes.
“No,” he said, holding my gaze. The corner of his mouth twitched, and then he started to smile. I kissed it right off his lips, savoring this playful side of him.
“Mm,” I said, pulling away and rolling my lips together. “You caught me. I’d do it again in a heartbeat. Actually, turn around for a second?”
Beau laughed then, and it reached his eyes. Little tiny wrinkles formed at the corners of his eyes and along the edges of his lips right next to his devastating dimples, making my heart hammer.