Page 129 of Unexpected Shot
And now I have her, and like hell if I’m ever going to let her go.
I pull her shirt over her head and make quick work of her front-zip sports bra—God, I love those things—leaving her naked and perfect on top of my kitchen island. Our mouths are hungry and searching, our tongues moving frantically as they find each other, blending together perfectly as we kiss with a meaning we’ve never had before.
“More please,” she moans against my mouth, her hands leaving my neck to work up my shirt. “Beau, I need more.”
I’ve had fantasies every day since she moved in of what it would be like to eat her out right here on this kitchen island, which was my original intention before she dropped the bomb of all bombs on me. And while I still want to do that activity at some point, it can wait. I’ll have plenty of days and nights to have my fun with her here.
Without warning, I pick her up off the counter, her legs instinctively wrapping around me.
“What are you doing?”
I give her ass a little slap as I make my way through the kitchen, and she gifts me with the best sound I’ve ever heard in my life—Shelby’s giggle.
“The first time I fuck you in our house—yes,ourhouse—is not going to be on the kitchen island. It’s going to be in my bed. Our bed. Where you’re going to sleep every night for the rest of your life.”
I say a silent thank you that I decided to keep my bedroomon the first floor. In a matter of seconds, I’m kicking open the door, and in three long strides, I’m dropping her on the bed.
“Is that okay with you, Mrs. Devereaux?”
Her lips curl into the sexiest smirk I’ve ever seen as I take off my shirt and slide down my pants. “Sounds good to me, Mr. LeBlanc.”
A primal growl rumbles through me, because honestly? Both sound good. Both sound forever. And if that’s what I need to do to make sure Shelby stays here for the rest of our lives, I’ll do it. In a damn heartbeat. And be fucking proud of it.
“I like it, but I think there’s a better name I like you calling me.”
“What’s that?” she asks coyly, letting her hand start to trace around her chest.
“You know.”
“I forget.”
Oh, this minx. “No, you don’t.”
I climb on top of her, watching her relax back against my bed. “Think hard.”
She pretends to for a second, but in that time, she takes me in her hand and begins to stroke me from base to tip. “I mean, Big Boy isn’t a lie. Not in the least.”
I bury my head into her neck, letting the feel of her hand consume me. God, this woman is the best kind of tease. The kind that can drive me insane while also making me want to come back every night for more.
“Say it, Shelby.”
She pulls a little harder on my cock, just at the point of pain that is pure pleasure, and whispers the one word we both know will send me into orbit.
“Master.”
Yup. I’m done. Now. Tomorrow. Forever.
“Come here,” I say, pulling her up against me, wanting to perfectly place her on my lap so I can hold her and look herin the eye when I?—
“Shit.” My focus shifts to the nightstand next to my bed. “Give me a second. I need?—”
She grabs my jaw and turns my face toward her. “I’m on the pill.”
Is she really…“I’ve been tested,” I quickly respond. “I’m good. And there hasn’t been…it’s been…”
Shelby finishes my sentence for me with a hard and fast kiss. “I trust you, Beau. Now fuck your wife like you want to.”
I lift her slightly, just enough to line myself up with her before she sinks down on me and….holy…fuck…
