Beauty Dates the Beast(29)

The pad of his finger rubbed against the nub of my clit, and I pressed harder with his fingers, rubbing in a quick, fast motion. I was so wet with desire that his fingers slid against me too easily, and I forced him to circle slowly, rocking my hips against his hand, increasing the friction.

“Sweet Bathsheba,” he groaned, leaning forward to nip at my breast again. “God, you feel amazing.”

When he kissed my breast, my fingers curled in his hair and pressed his mouth harder to my flesh as I rocked against his other hand, letting his fingers tease my clit, hard.

It was only moments before I shattered, a gasped sob choking out of me. Wave after wave of orgasm hit me and I shuddered against him as he continued to rub at my sex, even though my fingers were clenched against his and could no longer guide him.

After long moments passed, my body slowly unclenched and wound down. A hot flush crept over my face. I had just writhed on top of him like a madwoman.

“Sweet Bathsheba,” he said, his voice husky. “That has to be the hottest damn thing I have ever seen.”





Chapter Thirteen





Beau’s hands gripped my hips again and he picked me up as if I didn’t weigh a thing. Startled, I wrapped my hands around his neck, anchoring my body against his. He tossed my blanket onto the floor and lowered me to it, pinning me between the blanket and his hard flesh. This time, his hips ground against mine in an obvious manner, and the excitement started to build in my body again.



“You’re still dressed,” I said, reaching for his elastic waistband and giving it a tug. “I want to see what I’m getting out of this deal,” I teased.

“You’re awfully frisky now.” The stubble on his face scratched against my jaw as he pressed kisses against me, and I tilted my head to give him better access to the sensitive skin of my neck. “Not shy any longer?”

“I like this,” I admitted. “I like being here with you.” A mind-blowing orgasm already, and Beau’s cock was still rock hard in his pants, which spoke of good things to come.

His fervent mouth moved down to my breasts, and I felt him nuzzle against one nipple again. I arched, gasping when his teeth flicked against the tip. His fingers slid to my other breast, teasing the peak there in tandem.

Beau,” I gasped. “I want to see you naked.” I wanted to see everything.

He sat up and reached for his waistband. “Can I do it?” I asked. He stood, pulling me up with him, then he watched me with hot eyes.

I slid my hand up and down the hard front, feeling the hot length. I wasn’t the best judge of these things, but he seemed to be packing quite a wallop. “That seems … impressive.”

He chuckled low in his throat. “Why don’t you take it out and find out?”

I slid his sweatpants down his legs. My cheek brushed against his cock as I did so. I stole a peek at it as I grabbed the waistband of his underwear and gave them the same treatment.

He was magnificent.

Even though I was a virgin, I wasn’t completely in the dark. I’d seen penises in art and movies and internet porn. But I didn’t recall them being quite so big or firm. I slid my fingers along the darker tip. “There’s quite a lot of you here,” I whispered, my fingers skating down the length of him and then back up again.

He was silent.

I glanced up at him and saw his jaw clench, as if he was trying very hard to keep control. “Beau?”

“Yes?”

I pulled a lock of hair forward and tickled the head of his cock with it. I had no idea if he’d find that sexy or not, but I enjoyed it. “What are you waiting for?”

“Waiting?” He was having difficulty speaking. His cock jerked near my fingers—fascinating.

I ran the lock of my hair up the side of his thigh and across his belly button. The man had abs that you could eat dinner off of, they were so flat. “Aren’t you going to ravish me?”

He swallowed hard.

I lay back down on the blanket, fanning my wet hair out over my head in what I hoped was a seductive fashion, and the thread of control he’d been hanging onto snapped. His legs spread mine wide, and I felt the stretch of underused thigh muscles as he exposed all of me. His hands went to my folds, sliding his fingers into the most secret part of my body. I gasped at the invasive feeling and squirmed. He silenced me with a deep, longing kiss, and I felt his hips settle against mine, felt the slide of his cock against the slick juncture of my thighs. That felt … delicious.

He pulled back for a moment, then I felt the head of his cock nudge against me. I tensed, and the next moment, he thrust into my body in one swift stroke that felt like it broke me.

All the air sucked out of my lungs and I whimpered. It hurt.

Beau groaned low in his throat, thrusting inside me again, stretching me to the limit. I tensed against the pain. Pulling my hips up against him, he thrust into me again. There was less pain with his next thrust, replaced with a curious fullness, a pleasure/pain mix that made me ache and crave more. When he raised my hips a third time, I followed his motion.

“That’s it, sweet thing. Come with me.”

He thrust into me again, and there was no pain, just the delicious sensation of being filled. I squirmed underneath him, wanting more. He slowed, his fingers reaching to tease one of my nipples. “Are you all right?”

I nodded, suddenly shy at his intense scrutiny as I was impaled under him. He’d gone completely still, and I wasn’t sure that I liked that. “Better than all right.” I wiggled to show him my approval.

He groaned low again, grabbed one of my legs, and hooked it behind his back. The other he grabbed and pulled over his shoulder, then thrust hard.

And oh wow, that was nice. I dug my fingernails into his skin with his next thrust. “That was good, too,” I breathed.

He thrust again. “And this?”

I moaned my affirmation.

“And … this?” He thrust again, and then again, the thrusts coming harder and faster, as if he was sure now that I wasn’t going to break. “Sweet little Bathsheba,” he said in a raspy voice, punctuating each word with a thrust. “So sexy … all mine.”

My hands fell backward and curled into the blanket, trying to anchor into place. Our flesh slapped together hard, fast and wild. The excited pulsing grew in me again and my soft cries filled the air, mixing with his grunts as he pushed me toward the precipice again.

And then he jerked, the cords in his neck standing out, his body tensing as he came. He growled my name under his breath, his hips rotating against mine one last, wonderful time as he filled me with his release. I leaned into it, feeling vaguely out of sorts that I wasn’t getting a second orgasm.

It must have been apparent on my face, because he gave me that slow, lazy smile and leaned back, his fingers sliding down to the wet curls that joined our bodies together. His fingers slid right to my clit and rubbed gently, teasing my flesh. “You didn’t tell me if this was all right, too.”

I writhed against him, his kisses swallowing my responses. Within moments I was crying his name, too.

Once my shudders stopped, he leaned over me and pressed a satisfied kiss to my mouth.

I stilled. “Hell.”

His eyes flew open, studying me. “What?”

“Condoms.” A whole box full of industrialsized ones, still in the kitchen.

Beau looked smug. “That’s cute.”

I sputtered. “What do you mean, ‘That’s cute’? Are you f*cking crazy?” The most boneheaded virgin move ever—I’d totally let myself be seduced without protection.

He brushed a stray lock of hair off my cheek. “Don’t worry. It’s extremely rare for a shape-shifter to make a human pregnant. Odds are that I can’t make you pregnant at all.”

My breath exhaled in a whoosh, and I closed my eyes. “For a moment there, I was having visions of spawning a litter in nine months.”

He chuckled. “You’re safe from that. Our biology’s pretty much incompatible unless you carry a shifter gene. Sometimes it’s latent, which is why there’s a small chance. The odds would be higher if I turned you into a shifter, but even that doesn’t always take.”

I was silent. I knew that I had a total absence of any shifter gene in my bloodline. I was completely immune. He could bite me a thousand times and it would never take.

I didn’t share that with Beau, though. It was just as well—he probably wanted children with some nice were-cat-lady. Just the thought made me clench my fingers into his shoulders possessively.

He nipped at my chin, watching my expression. “Are you mad?”

“No,” I decided to distract him. “Then what’s with the condoms that Ramsey brought?”

He grinned. “You never know who has diseases. Shifters are immune, remember?”

So I was the diseased one? I shoved my hand in his face and pushed him away. “Oh, very nice. You have the soul of a romantic. You and Ramsey both.”