BreakingBeau by Chloe Cole Read Free Book Online Page B

beneath the water and closed them gently over her rib cage. Tracing
the skin lightly, he caressed her stomach and her sides, each time moving
inexorably closer to her breasts. He teased the sensitive undersides, trailed
his fingertips over the swells and narrowly missed the stiff tips he ached to
touch. Her skin was wet silk and the little sounds she kept making were driving
him insane. He gritted his teeth and forced himself to man up. He wanted her
panting with need, writhing with want, so close to coming that the pain would
be a blip on the radar screen.
    She’d begun to shift restlessly under his hands, pressing
her lower back against him, when finally he allowed his pinky to graze her
nipple. She sucked in a breath. “Beau, please.”
    “Please what?” he whispered into her hair.
    “Do that again.”
    He took his time about it, the view almost as much of a
turn-on as the act itself. This time, he lingered for a moment, circling the
swollen nipple before flicking it lightly then moving back to her rib cage
again. She stiffened and ground her ass against his groin. Unable to deny
himself any longer, he muttered a curse and closed both hands over her breasts.
They both groaned at the exquisite contact. She was so supple, so real and
feminine, he couldn’t get enough.
    Her hips fluttered up and down in a silent plea as he toyed
with her nipples. Squeezing and kneading, he worked her tits until her breath
came in short gasps. He reached over and snagged his half-full flute of
champagne. She watched, lips parted, as he held it over her breast. He tipped
it and the chilled bubbly trickled in a stream over her sensitive nipple. She
jerked hard against him and cried out.
    “Oh God!”
    “Too cold?”
    “No. No, so good.”
    He rolled her chilly peak between his thumb and forefinger
and she arched into his hand like a cat.
    “Your hands are total magic, Beau.”
    As he lifted the glass again, she stilled, waiting for it.
He dribbled the wine onto her other breast and she shivered in his arms. One
fat drop clung to her nipple and he was mesmerized. He would love to come
there, stroking his aching cock between those tits until he exploded on her
chest. He swallowed hard and brushed the droplet away with his thumb. Please,
God, let her be ready for more.
    He set the glass down and laid his hands on the soft swell
of her lower stomach. She stiffened and sucked in, grabbing his wrist. He
calmed her with words from the heart.
    “Oh baby girl, if you knew how much I lusted after your body
you’d send me to confession. You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever put my hands on,
so please, don’t stop me from touching you.”
    She relaxed and nodded. “Sorry, I just wish my stomach was
nice and flat.”
    “Shh, stop now. You feel like a woman. Like a gorgeous,
soft, sweet woman. You don’t have to feel self-conscious with me. Can’t you feel
how much I want you?” He tipped his hips and she wriggled against him.
    “Mmm, I want you too. Please.”
    She let her muscles go limp and released her grip on his
wrist. He caressed her stomach, allowing his hands to drift lower. He ran his
palm over her hip then squeezed the pliant flesh there. A vision of her, on all
fours in front of him, his hands filled with her luscious hips as he drove into
her from behind, sliding deeper with every thrust.
    He groaned low in his throat and she tipped her head back.
    “You okay?”
    She was slightly breathless and damn if he didn’t want to
keep her that way.
    “I’ve never been better. I’m just imagining all the things I
want to do with you.”
    “Me too. Since the second we met.”
    “Tell me,” he growled. “Tell me what you thought about.”
    She slid her hand along the outside of his thigh then, and
tilted her head in contemplation. “I thought about kissing you again. A lot.”
    “What else?” His heart hammered against his rib cage.
Suddenly he needed to know more than he needed his next breath.
    “I thought about you touching