Chapter Seven
In her entire life, Savannah had never felt so sexy, so wanton, as she slipped each individual button free from the openings of her shirt. The soft cotton rested against her skin until she reached the very bottom. With a gentle caress across her breasts, Savannah pulled the material away, showcasing the black lace of her bra, but left the shirt on. The delicately constructed fabric barely contained her breasts and they heaved against the cups with each breath that she took.
“My, god,” Beau groaned, tilting his head toward the ceiling and running a hand down his face.
She positioned her elbows beneath her body to get a better view of him. “Is something wrong?”
Beau’s entire body jerked as his attention set on her again. “Fuck no,” he said angrily, his upper lip forming the smallest of snarls and Savannah found it sexy as hell.
He placed a knee on the bed and then the other until his body hovered above her. She felt tiny compared to his large frame but also protected. It was the first time she felt safe, truly safe, since arriving in Carson.
Beau kissed her lips gently, and as he pulled away, she possessively tried to follow. With a quick shake of his head, he sat back on his heels, his hands grasping her ankles again.
“Your skin is so smooth. So soft,” he told her, Savannah’s body trembling with need as his fingers tenderly stroked her legs.
His fingers moved in small circles, leaving a path of desire in their wake. With every inch Beau touched, Savannah’s body ignited. She was the small ember igniting everything in its surround.
Savannah felt like she was going to explode as his rough and callused thumbs brushed along the center of her panties.
God, why did that feel so good? He hadn’t even fully touched her yet.
“Hm. . . You’re already so wet.” Beau’s knuckled skid across the middle of her covering. Savannah had to stiffen her body to keep it from arching toward more of his touch.
“Why do you think that is?” she asked coyly, already knowing the answer. It had been so long since she felt a man’s touch, it was practically insane at this point, and her body wanted it all at once but was confused by the instant pooling of desire at the same time.
“I think you know why, little minx,” Beau told her as he slid his hands over her hips toward her chest, barely encountering the wired part of her bra.
“Maybe,” she grinned as his hands traveled back down her skin.
“You’ve been teasing me all week. Sleeping on the floor above me, knowing that you looked like that under the sweats you wore. I should fucking spank your ass.”
Biting her lip, Savannah leaned on one of her elbows again, reached out, and stroked her fingers through his work-mussed hair with the other hand. The way that his head leaned into her touch triggered her core to clench in need.
“What would you have done? What would you have said if I invited you into my room?”
A fox-like grin grew across Beau’s lips as he moved over her body, forcing her body back onto the bed. With a single finger, he forged a path down her skin, from her the divot at the base of her neck, down the décolleté, toward the soft skin where the panties met her stomach.
“I would have stripped you naked, moved you to your hands and knees, and asked you to beg for it.
“You would have begged, wouldn’t you, sweet girl?” he asked with a whisper in her ear as he leaned in closer, his finger now dipping beneath the material of her panties.
“Mmhmm,” she moaned, unable to form any type of intelligent words.
“I need to hear it. I need to hear that you would have begged me to have my way with you.”
Licking her lips, Savannah tried to moisten her mouth to speak. “I. . .I would have begged you.”
Beau’s lips now moved from her ear toward the corner of her mouth, placing the smallest of pecks along the path. “Begged me for what?”
“For you to take whatever you wanted.”
“Good girl.”
With an embarrassing amount of excitement, Savannah sighed in contentment as his lips crashed against hers and his fingers dove between the folds of her sex.
It didn’t take long before her hips were rotating against his hand. She wanted more, wanted it all, but didn’t know how to ask for it. Silently she reached out and pressed her hand against his abs, loving the way the ridges jumped at her touch.
Blindly she dipped her fingers along the waistband of his briefs, running the back of her hand along his waist until she felt the taut skin of his cock’s head against the tips of her fingers.
Nothing Beau did or had could ever be considered small. He was massive compared to what Savannah had become accustomed to with her past lovers. Of course, she should have realized that the dick would match the size of the man.
“Fuck, that feels good,” he mumbled as he pulled his lips back, a groan sounding from deep in his chest.
Savannah already felt like she was a melted mess of goo from how he had worked her over, but something about him groaning from her touch alone awakened something in her.
With an abrupt move, she pushed against Beau’s shoulder until he rested on his back. She quickly tugged on his boxers, thankful he lifted his hips to make the move easier. Once the waistband moved past his cock, the erection sprung free in all of its glory.