Beau's mouth worked over hers, dragging Mia's breath from her lungs as his hands slid up her skirt. He grasped both sides of her thong and dragged it down, past her knees, and Mia kicked her shoes off, no longer caring that she likely still had his brother's essence on her.
His mouth moved to her neck as he slid two fingers between her folds, a moan escaping her lips. He was so gentle with her, treating her most sensitive parts as if she were made of porcelain as he carefully stroked. Mia wound her arms around him, leaning her head back against the limo seat, her eyes closed.
A trail of kisses led down her neck to the tops of her breasts visible between the parted top three buttons of her shirt. He used his free hand to unbutton the next on and then unhooked her bra, freeing her while his hand continued to softly rub against her clit, making the world foggy in a divine way.
"Your nipples are red and swollen, baby. Do they hurt?" he asked, his fingertips just grazing one hardened peak.
"No," she moaned. Nothing could hurt right now, not with his hand between her legs.
"Are you sure?" he asked, his breath warming her breast as he kissed a circle around the mound.
"I'm sure."
Beau's tongue flickered against her right nipple, testing to make sure he wasn't hurting her, which he wasn't. Even though Sam had sucked hard enough to bring a bit of pain earlier, her breasts hadn't hurt much throughout the day. Now, they longed to be worked over by Beau's tongue.
He took his time feeling her out, licking slowly, sucking gently. Again, Mia couldn't help but let out a soft sigh as her heartrate increased. She wanted him so badly. When he pushed his fingers inside of her, she brought her hips down to meet him, her fingers tangled in his wild brown hair.
Beau lifted his lips to find hers, unhooking his belt and pants, pushing them down past his waste. The taste of mint filled her mouths as his smooth, rough tongue glided along hers, probing deeper, pressure against her thighs letting her know he was ready, she slid down the seat to meet him.
Gripping her thighs, Beau pulled her to him, thrusting into her slowly, easing his way in, a groan escaping his lips as she murmured against his mouth. His pace was a slow rock at first, as if he wasn't sure whether or not he'd find her the same way he'd left her. She was wet from his careful preparation, though, and she wanted him even more now than she had when he'd first begun this slow dance, wanted him to take her harder, faster, before they arrived at her apartment, and she'd be forced to face reality once more.
Pressing down on his backside, Mia worked her hips faster, encouraging him to pick up his pace, which he did. "Oh, God, Mia," he moaned. "You feel so good."
She couldn't form a coherent sentence at the moment, so she only continued to pant and moan as she felt herself slipping over the edge.
Beau's pace increased as his muscles tightened. A shrill shout escaped Mia's lips, her body spasming beneath him, and then Beau filled her with his warmth, his body going limp on top of her.
Running her hand through his hair, Mia kissed his forehead and waited for him to catch her breath as her own heartbeat began to slow.
"Are you okay?" he asked her, as he had every time he'd made love to her since Friday night.
"Yes," Mia said. Beau moved aside, fixing his pants, and she found her panties on the floor and slipped them back on for the second time that day. She rebuttoned her shirt and put her shoes back on.
"I'm sorry," he said, once they were both put back together. His fingertips grazed her cheek as he slid a loose lock of hair behind her ear. "I didn't mean for that to happen, not in the car anyway."
"It's okay," she assured him. Thinking about how she'd had both brothers within a few hours of each other was enough to drive her mad, so she didn't. Instead, she attempted to tug down a skirt that was too short to cover anything.
"Do you want to grab dinner?" he asked her.
"Actually, no. I'm pretty tired. I think I'd just like to go home, take a shower, and go to bed."
Beau opened his mouth to say something. She imagined he felt bad for what had happened, but he shouldn't. She knew that she meant more to him than a quicky in the backseat of his car on the way home. She smiled and slipped her fingers into his hand.
"All right. Can I pick you up in the morning?"
Mia wanted to say no, to try and continue to keep that line between work and pleasure, but the look in his eyes told her that if she said no, she'd break his heart. "Sure."
The car stopped in front of her building, and the driver came and opened the door for them. Beau walked her to her apartment, not saying much, but also not letting go of her hand. Outside of her door, he sweetly kissed her goodnight. "Call me if you need anything," he said, and she nodded, watching him take a few steps back before she opened her door and stepped inside, thinking if she needed to call him for anything, that meant her body was completely out of control.