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“But I could not stay away. I couldn’t sleep, eating had become a chore.” His hands drifted to cup her breasts, his thumbs fanning the aching nipples. “I wanted you. Wanting you was like a fever that was spinning out of control.”
“I dreamed of that kiss every single night. Beau!” She gasped, her back arching.
“Please.”
“Tell me," he ordered thickly.
“I need you to– Oh!” She shuddered when he lifted his head to her breasts. “Now, darling.”
“Like this?” He brushed his lips over the sensitive flesh and felt her tremors.
“More.”
“Perhaps I will just do this.” His tongue touched the tortured flesh. Her hands flew to his head, fingers clutching the thickness of his hair. His mouth opened over the flesh, and he suckled gently. Georgie felt it all the way to the core of her.
Her back arched, the pleasure coursing through her body like liquid flames. It had been like this from the very first time they made love, and it had not diminished in strength or intensity. He made her feel giddy and weightless.
When his hand drifted downwards to scrape her quivering belly, she sighed out his name. Her body jerked as he grazed the protruding flesh, thumb caressing languidly.
The climax was immediate and powerful. Her head dropped forward as she clutched him to her. Tremors took over and she felt as if she was on the edge of a cliff, ready to take the descent, ready and willing to embrace the fate awaiting her.
Tears rolled down her cheeks as she clutched his head against her breasts and tried her best to ride out the incredible storm.
He came then, body plunging upward and watering the mouth of her womb with his seed. Lifting his head, he seized her lips, hands gripping the back of her head as he explored the sweetness of her mouth.
His body shuddered, hips twisting to drive even deeper, to become one with her., to stamp his ownership on her. His wife, his woman, his mate. Switching position, he turned so that she was lying beneath him and still he continued to make love to her mouth, even when he had emptied himself inside her.
Chapter 2
“Are we going to talk about it?” he asked quietly after waiting several minutes for them to catch their breaths. She was snuggled against him, her face settled on his chest, inhaling the unique male mixture of sweat and expensive cologne.
And she should have known he was not going to let it go.
“Do we have to?” she asked plaintively.
“Yes.” His tone was implacable, and she knew what that meant.
Sighing softly, she lifted her head to study the handsome face. A lock of honey-blonde hair had fallen onto his forehead, giving him an endearingly boyish look that she found highly appealing.
“There were so many of your exes at the function tonight. Good thing I am not a jealous woman.”
His thick brows merely lifted at that untrue statement and reminded them of the first time she had come face to face with a woman from his past.
They had just started going out. He had chosen an intimate restaurant so that they would not be disturbed and harassed by the press. Unfortunately, Madeline Greene had also chosen that restaurant to have a business dinner.
The former prosecutor-turned-TV personality had stopped at their table, blatantly ignoring Georgie. It kept up an intimate conversation with Beau, touching him on his arm, chest, and even his face.
Georgie had endured it for a few minutes and then her anger had boiled over. Getting to her feet, she sweetly introduced herself and reminded Beau that she was at the table. She had then proceeded to tell the “bitch” to get lost.
“And if you don’t stop touching him, you are going to end up wearing this glass of red wine.” The woman had on a cream wool knit outfit.
Madeline left immediately and Georgie soon after. Beau had caught up with her in the parking lot, waiting for the Uber she had called to pick her up.
“You are overeating.”
“Go to hell.”
“Please come back to the restaurant and stop this nonsense.”