A Perfect Fit(18)

 

 

 

Beau’s cock was rock solid hard now and Marissa clenched her inner muscles around it. He groaned low and shuddered. She smiled. Then, without warning, he moved, flipping them around so that she was on the bottom just beneath the surface of the cool water. Most of the bubbles had dissolved. His eyes moved over her face, then lower to her breasts. Marissa looked down, seeing them move with the buoyancy of the water.

 

 

 

“You have beautiful breasts,” he said, lifting them out of the water to give each rosy nipple a kiss. Slowly Beau began to move his hips. “You have beautiful shoulders.” He kissed them. “Beautiful neck.” He kissed it. “A beautiful mouth.”

 

 

 

Marissa opened her mouth when his covered hers. He was a good kisser, and like the times before he caused a strange little flutter in her belly. Moaning, she opened her mouth so their tongues could make love. His movements picked up speed and soon the water was churning about them. She wrapped her legs around his waist and clenched her nails into his firm butt, forcing him deeper. They never stopped kissing, not even when Beau brought them both to another mind-blowing orgasm.

 

 

 

“Damn, lady. I don’t care how much you want it again, I can’t do it.”

 

 

 

Marissa laughed softly. She couldn’t help it. “If you say so, cowboy. If we had a three-some that wouldn’t be an issue.”

 

 

 

He looked at her long and hard. She’d been joking, like earlier, only this time he didn’t seem to be playing her game. Marissa had to wonder what was going on behind those dark eyes and hard expression.

 

 

 

“Have you ever had a three-some?” he inquired.

 

 

 

She shook her head. “No. Have you?”

 

 

 

“No, and I don’t intend to. I don’t share my women. And I wouldn’t expect them to share me.” He got up and out of the tub. “Come on. We both need a good night’s sleep.”

 

 

 

Marissa took the hand he was offering and let him pull her to her feet. He helped her step from the tub. For the first time they were both very naked and she felt uncharacteristically shy, especially after Beau’s gaze dropped down her body in a slow, lazy sweep. She had no delusions about her body. But the look in his eyes told her he liked what he saw.

 

 

 

He handed her a towel and she dried off. Marissa assumed the shirt hanging on the rod was the one he had brought for her. She slipped into it, buttoned a few buttons, and rolled up the sleeves. When Beau took her by the hand, she didn’t question him. Naked, he led her down the hallway to the same door he’d gone through earlier. Inside the bedroom was a huge king-size bed.

 

 

 

She was so tired that by the time he pulled the covers down she wordlessly dropped onto the bed and let him cover her up. A tired sigh escaped her when her head hit the cool pillow. She closed her eyes, and that’s the last thing she remembered.

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 6

 

 

 

 

 

Beau was standing at the sink, looking out the window and sipping his second cup of coffee. He'd had a decent night’s sleep in the guest bedroom, but he was wound up tighter than a coiled rattlesnake, thanks to the tempting witch sleeping in his bed. There was something about Marissa that set him off like a keg of dynamite. He couldn't explain it. He either wanted to fuck her or put her over his knee and give her one good walloping.

 

 

 

Well, he'd fucked the hell out of her several times. Now he had to worry about pregnancy. Wouldn't that just be my luck? He never, ever got involved with a client. It was a hard and fast rule of keeping business from turning into a big mess. Like this one. He took another sip of coffee, wondering if he should wake her. Kirk had phoned earlier that morning saying the police had found a suicide note left by the second model. There was no serial killer out there targeting plus-size models.

 

 

 

He was officially off the job and the check was in the mail. Beau's lips turned up at that. He couldn't help thinking it had been the most pleasurable job he'd ever done. Too bad it was coming to an end, he'd like another couple of days with Marissa. She hadn't put out any fires. Hell, she'd lit his and it was still burning for her. What am I saying? I should be glad I'm getting rid of her. The truth was, Marissa was reaching him on a psychological level almost as strongly as she was bringing out his sexual need for her. It was something he wouldn’t mind exploring.

 

 

 

“Did you save me any coffee, cowboy?”