Page 144 of Unexpected Shot
I shrug coyly as my hands start to undo the buttons of his tuxedo jacket. “I wouldn’t say I’m a tease. I think impatient is the better word.”
If Beau wants to take back control, he doesn’t ask for it. No, he lets me kiss him, hard and deep, right in the hallway, where anyone walking past could see us. But I don’t think either of us care.
“Is your promise from earlier still on the table?”
“Which promise is that?” he asks, his knees becoming weaker as I continue to kiss under his ear. I’ve never been able to do this, but this is the first time I’ve worn stilettos in his presence. Maybe they aren’t all that bad.
“The one where you help me take off this dress? I don’t think I’m going to be able to reach the zipper. And I think you’re going to be a big, big, fan of what I have on underneath.”
I don’t recognize the high-pitched squeal I make as something that would ever leave my mouth, but it’s the only thing that comes out as Beau swoops me into his arms, carrying me bridal style down the hall until we’re standing in front of our room.
“Didn’t think this one through, did you, Big Boy?” I tease, kissing his ear as he tries to grab his wallet while keeping me in his arms. “And if I keep doing this? Is it helping or hurting?”
“Belle…” Beau’s voice is lower and growlier than normal. Part of me thinks I should play nice. Nudge him to put me down so we can get into the hotel room like normal, civilized, not-horny people.
But I’m me. He’s Beau. And clearly we’re none of those things.
Somehow—with strength, flexibility, and a little bit ofwizardry I didn’t know he possessed—Beau fishes his wallet out of his back pocket, tapping it to the door and activating the lock so we can enter.
“That was kind of hot.”
“Only kind of?” He lets my legs down, but then firmly presses me against the door. “I’m not a fan of kind of.”
“Oh, but I am,” I say, placing a kiss on his nose. “I’m a big, big, fan.”
Beau leans down, taking my mouth with his in a kiss I can tell he’s been wanting since I pulled him out of the hallway. It’s not rushed, but it’s wanting. Claiming. Reminding me of who I am to him. Who he is to me.
You know, in case I needed reminding.
I don’t. Not now. Not ever again.
I’m Beau’s. He’s mine.
Forever.
“I believe I made you a promise,” he whispers, stepping back and holding his hand out for me as we walk toward the center of the suite. “And I really, really like to keep my promises.”
“One of my favorite things about you,” I say as we stop in the middle of the room.
“One of?” he asks, his smirk on full display. “Care to tell me the others?”
“Well, for starters, how you kiss me.”
As if it was a request, he follows my words, kissing me with even more want and need than he did just seconds ago. His hands are cupping my face, holding me like I might disappear if he lets go.
“What else?” he asks, his breathing heavy. “What else is your favorite?”
Oh…is he going to do everything I say I like? I can have some fun with this…
“I’m a big fan of this,” I say, cupping his rock-hard cock in my hand. “Especially when it’s inside of me.”
“Shelby…” Beau groans as I tease his dick, undoing his belt buckle and button so I can slip my hand inside his boxer briefs. “If you start that, I can’t keep my promise.”
“Yes, you can,” I say, lowering myself to the ground. “I just need a quick taste.”
I pull down his tuxedo pants and boxer briefs, balancing myself on my heels as I take his cock in my hand, stroking it before licking around the tip.
“Fucking Christ, Shelby,” he says, his hands gripping my shoulders since we’re nowhere close to a wall. Or a bed. I help him step out of his pants, because the last thing I need him to do is trip. Talk about a mood killer. “You suck my cock so fucking good.”
