Mia's fingers dug into the bedspread, the silk slipping and sliding as she did her best to anchor her body on the mattress. The feel of Beau's tongue between her legs, licking and lapping, plunging deep inside of her, his teeth nipping at her nub, had her writhing in pleasure. If his hands hadn't been pressing her knees apart and holding her down, she might've flown up off of the bed.
Waves of rapture continued to wash over her as Mia tossed her head back and moaned. "Oh, God, Beau!" Her fingers plied through his hair, tangling and pulling as she both wanted more and thought she needed him to stop before she completely came undone. Every muscle in her body tensed, her pussy spasming around his tongue. "Please... Beau... please...."
"Please what baby?" His breath was warm on her electrified skin. He didn't lift his head to ask the question, but he did slow his lapping, working along her folds, dangerously close to reigniting the flame in her core.
She wasn't sure how to answer the question. What did she want him to do? Did she want him to stop or continue? Did she want that thick dick that had been rubbing against her leg as he took her over the edge to thrust deep inside of her now, or did she want him to continue to explore her body with his tongue?
The decision was made for her as Beau trailed his tongue from her mound up her belly to take a taut nipple between his lips. He swirled his tongue around her hardened peak, sucking lightly and then running his teeth along her rippled flesh. His hand came up to grasp her other breast, pulling her nipple and twisting it between his expertly trained fingers.
Opening her legs even wider, Mia dug her fingernails into his back, his firm muscles slick with sweat. The answer to her previous question made itself obvious as her body moved of its own accord so that his cock was positioned at her entrance. "Beau..." she moaned, tugging on his hair. "Fuck me, Beau. Fuck me now."
As if he couldn't hear her, Beau finished with her left nipple and slid over to her right, sucking it harder than he had the other. His fingers encapsulated her slick tit, still covered with his saliva, and her mind went fuzzy with need. Mia slid her hands further down his torso to grip his ass, pulling up on him, willing him to move so that he was inside of her.
Beau let out a quiet chuckle and then lifted his head to look her in the face. Mia's eyes had been closed, but she opened them in response to his movement. Through her eyelashes, she gazed at him. He had a devilish grin on his face, one she wasn't used to seeing on this particular Whitaker brother, but she liked it. For a moment, she let herself wonder if Beau would be capable of doing to her the same sort of things Sam did. Would he tie her up? Would he slam her from behind? Would he fuck her mouth so that her entire throat was full of his thick cock?
Those thoughts flittered away as his tongue parted her lips. She tasted her own essence as he probed deeper into her mouth. Without releasing her mouth from his, Beau pressed inside of her. As wet and ready as she was, he was able to slide in all the way to the hilt, filling her completely. Mia moaned into Beau's mouth, feeling his lips part as he smiled at her happiness.
He quickly built up a rhythm, hitting her in all of the right places. His lips moved to her neck, his fingers brushing her hair away so that he could nip at her ear. Mia wrapped her legs around him, her eyes closed tightly. Beau knew exactly how to make her lose awareness of everything else in the world, except for him. As their bodies continued to meld together, her breathing grew shallower and shallower, and all she could get out was the repetitious moan of his name.
When Beau came, Mia was already at her peak and had been there for several minutes. She rode the wave with him, the shuddering of his body between her legs sending her far beyond the cliff of ecstasy. Once he'd finished, Beau collapsed on top of her, and Mia wrapped her arms around him, his head nestled just above her heart.
Pulses raising, they both took a few moments to regain their breath, their arms around one another, their hearts beating as one. Eventually, Mia regained her ability to speak. She brushed her hand through Beau's hair and murmured, "Wow. That was unbelievable."
"It really was," Beau agreed, looking up at her. He raised his hand to gently stroke her cheek. "God, Mia. You're so beautiful."
She smiled, not sure what to say. Thank you seemed insignificant. He rested his head on his hand and continued to gaze down at her, and Mia found herself lost in his eyes.
Slowly shaking his head, Beau dropped his gaze. "I know I shouldn't say this," he began, his countenance changing, "but... I love you, Mia. I've fallen in love with you. I know it seems fast, and I know it seems hasty, but it's true. I love you. And I want you to be mine. Only mine."
Her mouth dropped open as she realized exactly what he was saying. The shock of the first statement had her heart stopping, but the rest was too much for her to process at the moment. She stared at him, wide eyed, all coherent sentences gone from her mind.
Beau let out a sigh. Clearly, he had been hoping she'd say that she loved him, too. When she didn't, he wasn't able to keep the disappointment off of his face. "Listen, baby, we don't have to talk about this right now. We can talk about it later. In the morning. Okay?"
Mia's head rocked back and forth as she pondered what she should say. She didn't want to talk about it in the morning either. It was too soon. The idea that Beau could actually be in love with her should have warmed her heart. He was a wonderful man-intelligent, successful, hot as hell, and clearly he knew how to make her lose her mind in bed. And she definitely had feelings for him. The way she felt about Beau was more intense than she'd ever felt about any other man she'd ever known.
But saying she loved him, too, that she'd be his, and only his, meant she'd have to give up Sam. And she just wasn't ready for that.
Beau leaned down and kissed her forehead and then slid out of bed, headed toward the bathroom. Mia wished she had a car so she could get dressed and drive away while he was in there. Instead, she slid beneath the covers, all of the euphoria from earlier gone, replaced by an unsettled feeling she could hardly tolerate.
A few moments later, Beau was back. He climbed into bed next to her, pulling her close to him, and kissing her sweetly. Mia couldn't imagine having to tell him she still couldn't give him what he wanted, not after such a perfect night. At least he'd decided not to press it at the moment. She was exhausted and desperately wished she was asleep so she wouldn't have to think about this anymore. What would Beau say when she told him she wasn't ready? Would he be okay with her decision, or was there a chance he'd say goodbye to her forever?