Page 37 of Tease Me

He grinned. "I can live with that."

She felt him shadow her out of the restaurant before taking his position beside her on the sidewalk. Her skin prickled with awareness, the heat of his body and the scent of his aftershave only adding to her desire for him. Talking about what they wanted, and whatshewanted had made her so ready for him.

When they got to her building, they walked to the bank of elevators and waited for the car to arrive. As the doors slid open, they stepped inside, her pulse rate increasing with every passing second. Once the doors shut, Beau pushed her against the wall of the elevator, his mouth on hers, his hand sliding up her leg and under her dress. His fingers brushed against the lace of her panties and she moaned into his mouth.

"I can't wait to fuck you again, Vee." His words were a guttural growl in her ear, and she felt her body respond to him. It was as if nothing had changed—no time had passed. The last four years of hate and pain seemed to evaporate under his expert touch. He knew her body so well, just as she knew his.

He pushed her panties aside, sinking a finger inside her. She bit him on the neck, causing him to hiss and drive the digits in deeper. The car drew to a stop on her floor, but before the doors could slide open, Beau withdrew from her body and placed a chaste kiss on her cheek. Taking her by the hand, he led her to her own apartment door. She fumbled for the key, opening things up and stepping inside. Beau shut the door behind them, then began to strip. Evangeline watched the floor show, biting her bottom lip. He had been beautiful back in college, but the last four years have been good for him. His shoulders were broad now, his chest much the same. He had muscle stacked on muscle, his stomach muscles tapering down into a defined “V” she wanted to run her tongue over.

"You're staring," he said, his voice low. He ran his fingers down his bare torso, tracing exactly where she wanted to touch. "What do you want?"

She licked her lips. "You."

"Where?"

"Here."

He grinned. "How?"

"My mouth on you."

He unbuckled his belt, undoing the top button on his jeans. When he opened up his arms in acome and get megesture, she took his invitation. Being submissive wasn't something she tolerated on a daily basis—she couldn't—but with Beau it had been all too easy to let him take the control she so badly wanted to preserve in her everyday life. With him, she found a freedom she didn't think she'd been missing. With him, she found home.

He kissed her briefly on the neck. "On your knees," he murmured.

She obeyed, finding herself looking at his belt buckle, at the partially drawn-down zipper on his jeans. His erection strained against the denim, and she licked her lips. She waited though—waiting for his permission.

"You know what I like," he said, and she did. Pulling the zipper down fully, she released his straining cock, wrapping her fingers around it and applying the slightest pressure. He hissed in response, his hips jerking backward. "Easy," he murmured. "Easy, Vee."

Opening her mouth, she took all of him, working her way down to his shaft in shallow bobs of her head. She increased her pace as well as how much she took him into her mouth until his head was nudging the back of her throat. He groaned, then when his hands came to rest on either side of her head, she knew what he wanted. She became still, letting him fuck her mouth, pushing her limits and barely meeting his. She breathed through her nose, her eyes fixed on his face, watching him watching her. Letting him guide her had always been a cathartic experience.

Almost five years ago, when they'd first started dating and when he'd first asked her to submit to him, she had balked at the idea. She was Evangeline Webster. She'd been to hell and back and she craved control like he craved submission. She thought they were too different, but then she realized they were two sides of the same coin. Yes, she wanted control to feel grounded, but relinquishing it to Beau gave her the freedom she so sorely sought.

"Stand up," he said, breaking her away from her thoughts. With one final lick, she stood up, vaguely aware her dress was askew. He reached for her, his fingers dancing lightly over her flushed skin. "Strip."

Without hesitation, she pulled the dress over her head and dropped it to the floor. Her bra and panties followed, and when she was standing bare before him, he finally looked her over—a predatory gleam in his eyes.

"You're still just as beautiful as I remember." He touched her collarbones, sweeping his fingers down between her breasts and cupping one. His thumb flicked over her nipple, drawing it into a tight peak. He kissed her hard and fast before his mouth was on her breast, his tongue flicking over and over against her hot flesh. She arched into him, unable to help herself, and he wrapped an arm around her back, holding him to her, locking her into an embrace she had no desire to escape from.

With his free hand, he skimmed his fingers down her stomach, through her folds and sank two into her pussy. It clenched at the invasion, but like before in the elevator, it soon stretched out to accommodate him. He suckled at her while pumping his fingers in and out, in and out, until she became a mindless mess.

"I need you now," Beau said, and that was all the warning she received before he stepped behind her and pressed her into the wall. His erection lay between her ass cheeks, insistent and hard. "I need you," he breathed into her ear. "And I don't want anything between us."

Evangeline bit back the groan. She'd only ever gone bare with him. She'd only ever trusted him. She tilted her pelvis in his direction, lining his cock up with her opening. He pushed into her with agonizing slowness.

Inch my inch, he worked his way inside her, giving her a moment to adjust. And then he began to move. He took his time, placing kisses on the back of her neck as he slowly fucked her from behind. Her breasts were pressed into the wall, the cold surface and the hardness were a strange combination for her body to get used to.

All thoughts of the wall were soon lost when he reached around and began playing with her clitoris. Her head rolled back, fitting in the hollow of his collarbones. Her nails dug into his skin, scraping against him, urging him on.

"Nothing has changed, Vee. You smell the same, you taste the same, you sound the same. I've fucking missed this."

She'd missed this too. She cried out when he withdrew from her completely and dropped to his knees. Hiking one leg up over his shoulder, exposing her pussy to him, he began licking and sucking at her. Wildly, desperately, she reached out both hands blindly, trying to find something to hold on to. One hand hit the wall, the other landed on his shoulder. He was driving her insane.

With a moan, she said, "Fuck me, Beau."

He chuckled. "Beg me."

"Please," she whimpered. "Fuck me."

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