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And he followed her into slumber, feeling strangely empty and full at the same time.
Chapter 22
Beatrice had expected to wake up alone. After the shooting at the docks, when he’d come to her room to sleep with her, just to sleep, he’d already been gone by the time she’d woken up the next morning. That didn’t happen this time.
The man radiated an amazing amount of heat. She snuggled against him, his chest hair tickling her nose through the collar of his shirt. He hadn’t separated from her the night before to get undressed. She hadn’t undressed either.
Her feet were bare, but she didn’t remember taking off her heels. As she slid her bare feet along his legs, gathering more of his heat, she tried to imagine the contortions he must have gone through to take them off
His cock was hot and hard against her. Beatrice was getting used to his erections. The man seemed to always have them, but she was beginning to doubt he’d ever use them on her. She didn’t have to dread the sight or feel. In fact…
Her hand slipped between them, and she stroked over the bulge in his dress pants. She felt her own throb stirring at the thought of waking him up in her mouth again. Montrell deserved a little giving.
His arms tightened around her, pulling her close enough to trap her hand against him as a humming rumbled under her ear.
“Naughty girl,” he said with a smile in his voice.
“Naughty? I thought I was being a good girl.” She tried to stroke him again, but her hand really was trapped.
“Always.” He grunted as his arms tightened.
And she realized she wanted to make him say it. Something about him calling her a good girl always worked for her. His voice walking her through anything would work for her.
“Good morning,” he mumbled.
“It could be.” She barely wriggled her fingers, and his hips shifted into her hand. “If you gave me some room to play.”
He groaned a little, pressing his erection tighter against her before rolling to his back and keeping her with him. His arms moved down around her waist, keeping her pressed tight against him. “I’d love that. Maybe another morning.”
She shifted her torso up with her free hand so she could look down into his still sleepy face. He had sleepers in the corners of his eyes, and his sudden, jaw-cracking yawn was adorable.
“Tired?” She managed another little finger stroke. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of everything.”
Montrell’s breath hissed out. “Christ, you’re tempting.” He tried to capture her lips, but she shifted so his lips grazed her cheek instead.
“Morning breath,” she murmured as he trailed down over her jaw and nipped at her neck. Now she was the one shifting into him.
He chuckled against her. “Then you definitely don’t want him in that sweet mouth of yours. I go off like a rocket most mornings, and I’m feeling especially pent-up after last night.”
“Oh,” she murmured as his beard tickled her skin and his warm lips continued their progress. She shifted higher, giving him room to slide toward her collarbone.
He’d grown even harder against her hand, but his arms around her didn’t tense or try to make her hump him.
“How about a shower instead?” he suggested, his head shifting back. His eyes were searching hers.
“You mean together?” It was difficult to imagine. His bulk would probably steal all the water.
“I often masturbate in there. You mentioned wanting to watch.” His cock jumped against her. “Fuck, that idea does things to me.”
Beatrice considered his suggestion. Watching his big body tense and thrust into his hand… the thought brought a flush to her skin and another throb down below.
Montrell’s hand brushed through her hair, adding scalp tingles to the flurry of sensations building inside her. “You don’t have to worry. Our first time won’t be standing up.”
“I’m not worried.” She placed a swift kiss against his unsmiling mouth. “I trust you. Let’s do it.” He released her as she rolled over him to stand. With her back to him, she shimmied off her dress. She was bare underneath. She’d given him her underwear the night before, and the dress had a built-in bra.
Her breath rushed out as he groaned, falling back onto the bed. “So fucking gorgeous.”
When he didn’t lunge for her or anything, she could breathe again. She glanced at him over her shoulder to find his hand had replaced hers in massaging his cock through his pants.
