Roommate Arrangement (Divorced Men's Club #1)(53)

“Even when I’m nervous and don’t know what to say?”

“Of course.” It’s adorable.

“And when I ask strange questions?” His voice cracks as he steps closer.

The intensity in his stare has me answering. “They’re entertaining.”

“And when you find I’ve taken over the living area with every piece of furniture in the house?” Beau’s final step brings his thighs into contact with my bed.

My heartbeat kicks up a notch, and I find myself answering honestly. “I think moments like that are my favorite.”

Beau doesn’t respond. He isn’t nervously fidgeting. He’s … calm. Certain.

He leans forward and crawls on my bed. The air is humming between us. “I want to kiss you.”

Fuck, I want that too.

“Beau …” I want it so much more than I can ever tell him.

He lowers himself so his chest rests on mine. He’s warm. Solid. His breath puffs against my lips. “I’m going to kiss you. Unless you tell me to stop.”

“I …”

“Yeah?”

“I should tell you that.” But my lips are already tingling with anticipation.

He brushes his nose against mine. “So say it.”

“Beau …” My skin feels too tight. Too tense. His scent is filling my nose and sending rational thought from my brain until all I can concentrate on is the thrumming need racing through me, begging me to get closer to him. Goddamn him. “I can’t.”

His mouth slams against mine.

My grunt is immediately swallowed by the heated kiss. I need this. Every part of me has been begging for it. Just another taste, another touch, another night with his skin against mine. Only this time I want to make it a whole night. This time I want to be pressed against him everywhere.

I tighten my arms around him and flip us so Beau is on his back. The sheet falls off my waist, and this time when I cover him, our bodies line up exactly.

Our kissing turns deep, hungry. I can’t get enough of his mouth. I have enough self-control to pull back long enough to shove his T-shirt over his head, and then I’m on him again. I bite his plump, pink lips, making them look swollen and wrecked. Marking them as mine. My tongue surges into the back of his mouth, and Beau’s fingers tighten in my hair, the arm around my back holding me closer as he wraps his legs around my waist and pins me to him.

“I need these off,” I growl into his mouth, and I yank at the waistband of his sweats. There are too many clothes between us.

“I’ll lose these if you lose your boxers.”

“Deal.”

I push onto my knees and shove my underwear down as Beau wriggles out of his remaining clothes. He flops back onto the bed, and I hungrily drink in his long, manly body, hairy thighs, and hard cock. He’s fucking beautiful.

I want to devour him.

But even as lust drunk as I am, there’s still that niggling voice in the back of my mind, warning me to be careful with him. “You sure this is okay?” I ask as I slide off his glasses and set them on my nightstand.

“Ask me that again and I’ll sac-whack you.”

I laugh despite myself, then lie over him again. We both let out a soft moan as skin meets skin. Beau’s eyes are sleepy, looking at me with that same hazy focus as last time. It drives me wild to see him like this. I shift so our cocks line up and give a roll of my hips.

“Holy shit that feels good.”

I lower my mouth to his neck and trail openmouthed kisses down to his shoulder, where I suck a mark into his skin.

“More,” Beau says.

“Yeah?”

“Cover me in them.”

I don’t question him, because his answer goes deeper than wanting to remember a hookup. And if I’m honest with myself, it does for me as well. With every mark I suck into his skin, each bruised circle I leave behind, I’m hit with a surge of satisfaction at making him mine … and also a twinge of regret that he’s not really.

Beau is … perfectly un-normal, which makes him fucking perfect to me. He deserves someone who can give him the world, and while my feelings are building to a point I can’t deny them anymore, I’m so worried I’m getting them confused with a rebound. Then we’ll hook up a few times, and that will be it for me.

I don’t have a lot of regrets in my life, but hurting Beau would be the biggest one.

Things are still too messy.

My emotions too fragile.

I want to be able to tell Beau I’m all in, but I’m not there yet, and I’m scared I never will be, no matter how bad I want it.

“Tell me what you want,” I murmur, licking his nipple.

“I want you to fuck me.”

“Oh, shit yes.” I crawl back up the bed to give him another long, filthy kiss. “Can I taste you first?”

He whimpers and nods fast, looking as desperate for it as I am.

I kneel up and grab his hip, rolling him onto his front. I haven’t had the chance to notice Beau’s ass, but I’m sure as hell noticing it now. It’s firm and round, a perfect bubble I want to sink my teeth into, so I lean down and do exactly that.

Beau hisses.

I bite him again.

Then suck a bruise there too, and then another. I leave a trail of them over his ass cheek until I reach his crease, then bury my face in his ass. Beau twitches, then immediately parts his legs and arches up toward me. It’s the sexiest fucking sight to see him offering himself like that, and I can’t hold back. I pull his cheeks apart, exposing his hole, and then close my mouth over it.