She moaned as I filled her, her hands finding my ass and pulling me closer to her. We moved in tandem, our tongues moving with our bodies as we made love. And that’s what this was. I knew what fucking was. I’d had that before. I’d seen it many times. But as April gripped me from the inside, I lifted her hands and entwined mine with them. I opened my eyes and saw her watching me, but I didn’t have the urge to look away. We moved together, our soft moans and kisses the only sound in the room. We never broke eye contact.
“Beau.” April sighed, loosening her hands from my grip and touching my face. “You feel so good . . .”
That was all it took and I let go, filling her as she cried out my name again, scratching her nails down my back as she came around me. I kissed her neck as we both came down. April ran her fingers through my hair as I licked and sucked her smooth skin. I’d never told her how much I loved that she did that, but I did.
“That was . . . amazing.” April sighed, moving her hands down my neck and scratching my back. “And quite a welcome home present. Unexpected . . . and the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.”
Ever? I pulled back so I could see her face. I traced my finger along her jaw. “I decided I needed to show you how much I thought about you while I was gone. I’m glad I did.”
April rolled us so she was laying on top of me, her body fitting against mine like it belonged there. “I like your way of showing me,” she whispered. Her fingers traced every outline of every tattoo covering my body, following each touch with a kiss. “I want to show you now.”
April
I LAY AWAKE, staring at Beau’s face as he slept. I couldn’t believe I was here; that we were here. After a month of doubting what was going to happen to us once he returned, every single fantasy I’d had came true. I was afraid to go to sleep for fear I’d wake up and this had all been a dream.
I stretched, my body deliciously sore. He’d told me he’d only slept with one other woman in his life, but damn that man was talented. But beyond that, he didn’t just have sex with me. No. He made love to me. He used his body to tell me words he couldn’t say. The way he laced his fingers with mine as we moved together or the way his lips moved against mine was so much more than sex. When we’d showered, eaten dinner, and he’d told me he wanted me to stay, there wasn’t a moment of hesitation when I’d agreed.
The bathroom light was still on, giving me an unbridled view of Beau’s body. He was magnificent. Between the muscles of his arms, chest, stomach, and back and the colorful ink that covered him, I could stare at him for the rest of my life and not tire of it.
When I’d seen him fly into his driveway and stride toward me like a man on a mission, I’d been hopeful. We’d come so far over the last ten days of his tour. But never had I thought he’d pick me up and take me inside his house and put me against the door, stripping me of not only my clothes but any lingering doubt I had about how he felt.
I lifted my hands and touched my lips, puffy from the hours of kissing we’d done. I reached out and touched his lips, feeling his breath as he slept. I knew he had to be exhausted after sleeping on a tour bus for a month. Natalie had come home when we’d been eating earlier. She’d taken one look at us—me in Beau’s shirt and my shorts, both of our hair wet from showers—and grinned. We’d had a silent conversation, and she’d left us in the kitchen.
Unable to stop myself, I leaned over and kissed Beau’s lips softly. I didn’t want to wake him, but I needed to touch him. When he didn’t move, I nestled my head on his chest and listened to his heart beating. This man was everything to me, and that both exhilarated and scared the shit out of me. I had no idea what that meant for us, but I knew at this point I’d do anything to wake up next to him again. He could wreck me, and I knew it.
My eyes drifted closed as his warmth cocooned me. Just before I lost consciousness, I felt his lips against my forehead. Smiling, I fell into a deep sleep.
“I have to go back to Orlando later,” I said. “I have to work tomorrow.”
Beau nodded. He’d been quiet since we got up, but I was giving him his space. I knew enough to know it wasn’t all about me. Sometimes he needed to work things out in his head before he could verbalize them. “I want to go.”
“You want to go with me?”
“I want to see Robbie.”
My heart soared. Robbie needed him, and I was starting to think Beau needed him as well. Maybe getting through to Robbie would help Beau see he had another purpose in his life. “I think he would like that.”