He moaned, his eyelashes fluttered, and then his hands came up to grip my waist. Relief flooded me when he opened his eyes and met my gaze.
I cupped his cheeks in my hands. “Hey. Hey, sweetheart,what happened? Are you okay? Did I hurt you? Do you have some kind of condition?”
“Lea?” he rasped. “What’s wrong?”
“What’s—I don’t know, you just passed out or something!” I cried, heading straight into freakout mode now. My heart would not slow down one bit, and I could feel the adrenaline and anxiety pumping through my veins as potently as eighty-proof alcohol.
“Hey,” he whispered, voice deep and husky as he pulled his hands from my back and wrapped them around my wrists. “I’m okay. You didn’t hurt me. I think I, um…fainted.” His flush deepened.
I kissed him hard. “You scared me,” I whispered. “Beau, you really scared me.”
And then, to my horror, a prickling sensation started in my nose, growing stronger and stronger as my throat constricted. My vision blurred as the tears broke free, and I buried my face in Beau’s neck.
“Lea,” he murmured, gently stroking the nape of my neck.
I trembled uncontrollably, and I knew this was just a physiological reaction from the adrenaline dump, but fuck. This sucked. I never cried.
“It’s okay,” he said into my hair, holding my nape as he slowly rubbed up and down my back, and god, nothing had ever felt that good before. Ever. “You’re okay. I’m right here.”
The tears kept coming, small sobs shaking my shoulders and pathetic, muffled sounds following every inhale.
I didn’t know why I was crying. We’d just had the most amazing sex, he’d fainted, but had come to almost right away. Yeah, seeing him like that scared me. But why the hell was I this broken up about it? He was fine.
But to have Beau hold me like this, murmuring soft words to me…I never wanted to move. I felt so damn safe in his arms.
When the tears stopped and I wasn’t shaking anymore, Iraised my head and looked at Beau. His brown eyes, soft and kind, stared into mine.
“So…” I started, swallowing thickly. “You got so overstimulated that you fainted?” I asked him, a weak, playful smile on my lips.
Beau’s delectable cheeks darkened with his blush. “I guess,” he said.
My smile widened. “Beau…that’s kind of hot,” I murmured, nudging my nose into his.
“Yeah?” he whispered.
“Oh, yeah.” I kissed him gently. Slowly. “You made me come so hard, babe,” I told him, dropping tiny little kisses all over his face. “I hope it was good for you, too.”
“It was incredible,” he said quickly. “I had no idea sex would be so—so?—”
“So much fun?” I finished for him.
He seemed relieved at the help. “Yeah. You’re amazing, Lea,” he whispered, staring into my eyes with so much sincerity that my breathing faltered and my heart skipped a beat.
I didn’t do this. I didn’t sleep with someone, lie in bed with them, kiss them like I’d never get enough.
I sure as hell didn’t fucking cry on them.
But Beau wasn’t like anyone else. And I didn’t want to treat him like anyone else, either. He deserved so much better than me, but I would give him my best while we were doing this.
Whatever ‘this’ was.
“So are you,” I said, meaning it. But there was something else in Beau’s eyes, something that sparked a panic inside me that began to build the longer I looked at him.
“Lea, I lo?—”
“Are you hungry? I’m starving now,” I interrupted, a burst of panic taking over.
I couldn’t let him say it. I couldn’t hear it.