Conceal (The Barker Triplets 3)

Hot breath against her thigh and the soft scrap of Beau’s stubble told her his intent and she squirmed, yelping when she felt his hot breath against that throbbing part of her that ached for him. Her hands fisted into the coverlet and her legs fell open completely as he kissed her.

She felt him open her folds and when his tongue slicked along her opening she cried out.

“You taste as good as you look, darlin’.”

Beau Simon took from her, tasting, suckling, and toying with her until she felt the burn deep inside—that precious build that was a whole lotta pleasure mixed with a slice of pain. She knew she was close and when his teeth nicked her clitoris and his mouth and tongue worked their magic, she was done.

She came. She came hard, shattering into his mouth and when it was over, Betty was a panting, limp noodle.

For a second she laid there, wasted, content, so damn content that at first she wasn’t aware that he’d left the bed. Selfish, maybe, but it wasn’t until she felt his weight press in on the mattress that she managed to lift her head and even that was an effort.

Blue eyes stared at her with a hunger that left her mouth dry.

Beau held up a small foil packet. “We’re not done.”

“Where’d you find that?” she asked breathlessly, watching him as he ripped it open.

“Wallet,” he answered roughly.

“Planning ahead?” she quipped.

Beau shook his head. “No.” Their eyes connected. “It’s been there for a while.”

He rolled it onto himself and she couldn’t take her eyes off him. There was something incredibly sexual about watching a man handle himself. It made her want to touch him all over again.

“How lo

ng is a while?” she managed to say before she met his gaze.

Beau slid along her body. He kissed her bellybutton. Then moved upward, trailing a line of fire to her breasts. He took each nipple into his mouth and suckled gently until she was moaning again.

That fire in her belly pressed hard and she began to move her hips, seeking his hardness. Wanting him inside her.

He was there, pressed into her softness but not quite inside. Her hands were on his shoulders and she pushed at him, thrusting her hips up with a growl—but Beau wasn’t letting her take charge.

It kind of pissed her off.

It kind of excited her.

He kissed his way up her neck, along her chin until he claimed her mouth in the sweetest, most gentle kiss ever. She gasped when he moved to her ear and pressed butterfly kisses just below her lobe.

“How long is a while?” he whispered into her ear. “A lot longer than you think.”

And then he was inside her. Pulsing. Hot. Hard.

He thrust slowly and methodically. In and then out. Over and over until Betty thought she was going to lose her mind.

“Faster,” she said roughly, reaching for his mouth once more as her legs wrapped around his hips.

“No.”

“Excuse me?” she managed to gasp.

“Sorry.”

“Sorry for what?”

“I’m taking my time, Darlin’”