Best Kept Secret (Rochester Trilogy 3)

“Enough?” he asks again.

It’s barely a word, he’s fucking me so hard. Run, his tone says. Push me away from you and go back to a life without me. Prove to me that what we had was nothing and you know better than to fall for me.

He’s expecting me to say that it’s too much. That he’s too much, that all this pain is too much, that all the things he’s ever done are too much to live with. If I said that, he would stop. He’d leave the room and never touch me again. I’d never see his dark eyes light up when I entered a room again. Beau Rochester would be over for me.

But he can never be over for me. He already owns my heart. He just doesn’t know it. He doesn’t trust it, and that breaks my heart.

The scent of him is in every breath I take. I can feel his muscles working behind me and the forceful grip of his hands. I wanted to taste his desperate kiss again, but it’s in his body now, in every move he makes. It’s not going to work. I need him too much.

It’s a struggle to catch my breath enough to answer him. “No.” My voice trembles with the force of his thrusts. “Not enough.”

When would it ever be enough? Never. Not for as long as I live. I don’t know where I got the idea that I wouldn’t be enough for him. He’s more than enough for both of us, even at his most broken.

He’s never been this rough with me. Beau’s pushing me to the limit, trying to force me beyond it so I have to admit defeat. He works himself in deeper and holds my hips tight so I can’t get away from the invasion of him. I roll against him, trying to get more contact. Anything I can get. I’m not above begging for scraps of his affection right now. I’m not above anything. He’s the worst he’s ever been.

Despite that, I want him.

Even now.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Beau

It’s hell, having her struggle against me like this. Not because it doesn’t feel good. It feels so damn good. I’ve never felt anything this good in my life, and I’m being a nightmare. Jane takes the covers in her fists and circles her hips. She doesn’t have anywhere to go. I’m holding her too tight. She keeps on trying, driving back against me.

I made her touch herself because I knew that if I did it, I’d give in to her. There’s a part of me that wants to, and another part that knows I should run her out of town. She got here safe. That doesn’t mean she is safe.

Jane lets out a whimper. “Please,” she says.

That one word out of her mouth tears something free from around my heart. It’s too hard to maintain this distance between us. It’s like a heart attack. I’ve pushed lots of women away by being an asshole and I can’t do it anymore. I can’t. Even if it’s best for her.

I run a hand around her hips and slide it down until I find her clit. Jane shivers. I’m not going to be nice. It doesn’t matter. She wants it, even this rough, demanding touch. She tries and tries to angle her hips into my fingertips.

“Is this enough for you?”

“No,” she whispers, but I don’t take my fingers away. I’m past it now. I have to keep touching her. This is what I was trying to hold myself back from. She’s an addiction, and she’s the kind that makes a man weak. Weak as hell. Her fists clench on the covers and her hips go still, pushing back against mine.

That’s all it takes.

Me, touching her. Jane comes, and the sound she makes is so beautiful. The way she shakes and flutters around me is so beautiful and soft and trusting. No part of her tries to pull away.

My resolve crumbles under the weight of her need. I run my hands over her lower back. Over the handprint I left on her ass. I never thought I would be this man again. Needing a woman. Caring about her. Risking my goddamn heart. But here I am. Guilt comes next, for being so rough with her. The handprint—Jesus. I don’t normally play this part. The sadistic asshole billionaire who doesn’t give a damn.

I turn her over and pull her upright. Jane blinks at me, her dark eyes wide. “Make me pay for that.” It’s as demanding as anything else I’ve said tonight. “Punish me back.”

She still has tears in her eyes, and she wipes them away with a flick of her fingers. Then she points toward the pillow. “There.”

I lie back against it. Jane takes a minute to compose herself, breathing deep and steady. My cock throbs. It kills me, looking at her like this. She’s so goddamn beautiful. Slightly shaken from her orgasm and from the ordeal of being with me. I’d give anything for her to touch me, but she waits until my cock twitches. A smile flickers across her face, and it’s the most wicked I’ve ever seen her.