Claim - Page 39

The two-story building had probably been graceful and elegant once, now it just looked old and run-down. Emphasis on old.

“There are only women staying here?”

Bell turned in the passenger seat to face me. “Yes. And the front door stays locked at night, and every room has a lock.”

I grunted. I still didn’t like it. I’d prefer she stay somewhere with top-notch security.

“So, I’ll see you tomorrow.” She fidgeted a little in her seat.

I wondered if she still felt my mouth and beard between her legs. If she was sensitive and swollen. Damn, she’d tasted so good, and I’d loved every sound she’d made. I knew I shouldn’t have touched her, but the desire had just been too strong. I was already hungry for more, my cock still half hard and begging for release.

“You’ll see me tomorrow. Bell, if anything worries you, you call me.”

She smiled. “I will.”

My gaze dropped to her mouth. She’d kissed me earlier. Yes, it had been a tactic to escape my hold, but she’d pressed her sweet mouth to mine. And I knew kissing was hard for her.

That it meant something.

“Beau?”

I flicked my gaze up to hers. “You kissed me earlier, but I barely got a taste of you.”

Even in the dim light, I saw color fill her cheeks. “I’m pretty sure you got a really good taste of me in the gym.”

I made a low sound and grabbed her hand. It was so delicate with slim fingers. “I did. And I loved every second of licking you.”

She pulled in an unsteady breath.

“But I want to taste your mouth as well. Will you let me, Bell?”

She was silent for a moment, her gaze tracing my face. I liked that she was thinking it over so hard. That she didn’t just kiss anyone.

Then she nodded.

I pulled her closer and leaned over the center console, resenting that it was between us. With my other hand, I cupped her face.

Her eyelids fluttered but she kept her eyes open, her blue gaze locked on me. Then I brushed my lips over hers.

She let out a soft sigh and I licked the seam of her lips. She opened for me, her hand coming up to press against my cheek. I kissed her how I’d wanted to that night in the motel, with both of us wet from the rain and hungry for each other.

She made a sexy, little sound, and I kissed her deeper, our tongues tangling. It was perfect. No awkward hesitation or wrong moves. It was like we’d kissed each other a thousand times.

This time it was me who groaned. Damn, she tasted like the sweetest drug, and I wanted more. I barely resisted hauling her across the console and onto my lap. When she kissed me harder, demanding more, I held onto my control by a thread.

Bell was vulnerable and young, and I never, ever wanted her to feel pressured into anything that happened between us.

Her nails scraped against my beard, and I took more of that sweet mouth. Devoured her. My cock was a hard, pulsing ache between my legs.

When I lifted my head, she was panting and looked dazed.

“Why did you stop?” she whispered.

“Because it’s time for you to go inside, angel.” I fisted my hand in her hair and dragged my mouth over hers one last time.

She licked her swollen lips. “Okay.”

“Good.” I smoothed her hair back. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”