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Once and for all.
He’d been taken away in an ambulance under police escort, and now, I didn’t want to think about him anymore.
I stood under the warm spray. I was alive, and I wasn’t hurt. Well, I had a few small cuts, but a smiling, female paramedic had pulled the tiny slivers of glass from my cheek and put some tape on the worst of them.
Shutting off the water, I grabbed a towel and dried off. I wrapped it around me and looked at my reflection in the foggy mirror. For a second, I imagined I saw Allie standing beside me, looking back at me, smiling.
Live, Bell. Live, love, have fun.
I blinked, and all I saw was my own reflection. I smiled.
I love you, Allie.
I went looking for Beau. The bedroom was dark, just the glimmer of the city lights coming through the windows. I saw his silhouette as he looked out the window.
He was tense and silent.
“Beau?”
He didn’t turn, but I saw him raise his arm. He was holding a glass. He sipped, and I guessed it was whiskey.
“So much could have gone wrong tonight.” His voice was low and gritty.
“But it didn’t.”
“He could have grabbed you and run before I got there. He could have stabbed you. It’s pure luck you didn’t get cut up by the window.”
I moved closer, realizing just how upset he was.
“I’m fine, Beau. We’re all okay.” I touched his back.
His big body shuddered. “Every minute of the drive to get to you, I imagined all the things that could go wrong. All the ways you could get hurt.”
I leaned into him. “I’m alive. I’m not hurt.”
There was aclunkas he set the glass down on the bedside table. He turned, his eyes on me like a laser. I felt the intensity of his gaze.
“Prove it.”
I met his gaze for a moment, then I dropped the towel.
His growl was low and deep. He lifted me off my feet, and a second later, my back hit the bed.
Then his mouth was on me. Everywhere. His beard scraped over my sensitive skin. He kissed my cheeks, my neck, my collarbones. His mouth moved lower, over my breasts and stomach and thighs.
I was a writhing mass of pleasure. “Beau.” My voice was breathy, and I was lost in the sensations.
“My angel.” He pushed my thighs apart and slid his big palms under my ass. “I need you.” Then he lifted me to his mouth.
“Yes. God,yes.” I wrapped my thighs around his head.
The swipe of his tongue had me crying out. His slow, greedy licks had me grinding against his mouth. He ate me like a man possessed, like he’d never get enough. His lips closed over my clit, and he alternated between teasing licks and hard sucks.
Hot tension coiled inside me, then the pleasure burst.
I came hard, my vision blurring, as I cried out his name.
“Need to fuck you now.” He flipped me onto my stomach. “Need to watch you take me.”