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He surged to his feet, his hands coming to rest on the wall on either side of her face. In one smooth motion, he impaled her once more, his cock moving in and out of her with agonizing slowness. She dug in her nails, urging him to move, to shove her over the edge, to give her the release she'd been craving.
"Say it," he said, his voice strained.
"Tell me I can come," she said, the words nothing but a whisper, the barest hint of what she wanted to scream.
"Come," he growled, and her body listened. As if on cue, the buildup she'd been feeling exploded and she was left to ride the crest of the wave before finally tumbling into the ocean of sensation. Beau came with a long, low groan. Evangeline could feel him pulsing inside her, filling her up. There was something so primal about that—knowing he was leaving a part of himself inside her. Submission may have been something they did, but ultimately, she held all the power.
Beau pulled himself free, then took her hand, leading her into the bathroom. He turned on the shower, checking the temperature in between kissing her mouth, her neck, her breasts. He was worshiping her, she realized, and she wanted to be the object of his fanaticism. Stepping into the shower with him, he washed her carefully, cleaning every inch of her, touching every inch of her.
He kissed her slowly, skimming his fingers over her skin and raising goose bumps. When the hot water began to run out, he shut off the water, wrapped her up in a towel before getting one for himself, and took her to bed. As they lay there, letting their heart rates slow, she said, "We should have some ground rules."
"Ground rules?" he asked, frowning. He propped himself up on his elbow beside her. "Like, do we sleep over at each other's places, or is it more of a ‘once it's done, it's done’ kind of thing?"
For the sake of her own heart, she said, "No sleepovers."
He whistled through his teeth. "A four-hour round trip for sex," he said.
"You agreed to this, Beau," she replied, exasperated.
"Right," he replied. "What about dates? Do we go on them, or is this just sex?"
"It's just sex, Beau. Mind-blowing, amazing sex, but that's all I can give you."
He nodded. "I will take whatever you're willing to give."
They lay there in relative silence, and Evangeline wondered if he was going to leave now that she'd made it clear there wasn't going to be much more intimacy other than fucking. That was when she felt his erection pressing into her ass.
"Ready for round two?" he asked with a grin in his voice.
15
Beau was goingto change Vee's mind. If it was the last thing he did, he would get her to want more from him, to want him the way he wanted her. As he lay there cradling her against him, he thought life just couldn't get any better. She moaned gently in her sleep, snuggling more closely. He inhaled the scent of her hair, letting out a small sigh of his own. He had to admit he'd been shocked when she said she'd wanted no-strings sex. He didn't do no-strings sex, but to be with Vee, he'd play along. He had a feeling she was only trying to keep her distance, that she was struggling with her decision to maintain the distance, but he would be there when she pulled her head out of her ass and realized what she really wanted.
The new morning sun was streaming through the window, shedding golden light over the bed and them. He had that lunch meeting with the Realtor today, but he had no intention of moving from this bed until Vee kicked him out of it. He raised his arm to glance at his watch. Eight oh five. A two-hour drive—okay, maybe three—to get home and get ready. His lunch appointment was at twelve. He had less than an hour left to make Vee scream his name again.
* * *
"You stayed over,"Vee murmured, sticky and sated, pushing the hair from her face. She had just come... twice... begging him to stop after the first. Beau had missed this. Making love to Vee in the morning had been his favorite pastime. Everything about them worked, from the way their personalities complemented each other, to the way their bodies moved in sync. She was his absolute equal, and for four years, he had tried to find someone who was on par with her; nobody had ever measured up.
"I fell asleep," he lied with a shrug. She couldn't know that he'd stayed awake for the whole night; he'd just watched her sleep, thought about how to make her see they're meant to be together, and generally just lay there because he knew it was one of her rules and he wanted to break it—to push her limits.
She sat up, not bothering to take the sheet with her to cover herself. Without turning around, she said, "You need to go."
Instead of arguing with her, he agreed. "I'll be out of your hair in a few minutes."
He stood up, looking around the room to find his clothes. Scooping them, he got dressed quickly and planted a kiss on her cheek. He expected her to pull away, but if anything, she leaned in a little closer.
"I'll call you later."
She looked down at the floor, frowning. "Yeah. Drive safe."
"I will." He paused in the doorway. "Thanks, Vee."
She looked at him sharply. "For what?"
He crossed his arms, leaning against the doorframe. "Last night."
"I'll see you later, Beau."
