(Desire, Oklahoma 8)Siren Everlasting Classic: Erotic Contemporary Romance, light consensual BDSM, spanking, sensation play, sex toys, HEA
Charity Sanderson needed a man she could count on, but Beau Parrish never took anything seriously. When he unexpectedly ended things between them, she knew she had to do something. Her accident changes everything, making her see how wrong she’d been about him. She fears, though, that she’ll never get the real Beau back.
Charity Sanderson shivered at the feel of Beau Parrish’s hands and lips moving up the backs of her legs. “Oh, that feels good.”
Good didn’t even begin to describe it.
Every time he touched her, she turned to putty, the decadence in the slow slide of his fingertips over the outside of her legs and to her hips created a fluttering in her
stomach, while the feel of his lips and tongue working their way up her thighs sent pinpricks of pleasure racing through her.
Sprawled naked on her belly, she gripped the edge of the mattress, lifting herself into his touch, a touch that never failed to send her senses soaring. Having such a physical and playful lover was like a dream come true, a dream that she wanted to enjoy as long as possible.
Currents of sizzling delight ran up her legs as his touch moved higher, each caress, and each brush of his lips awakening every pleasure point in her body.
It had always been like this with him.
From the first touch, the first look, she knew it was something special.
Beau was every erotic fantasy she’d ever had rolled into one.
She’d lost her virginity to him, and couldn’t imagine letting another man touch her.
No one could ever make her feel this way, and she wanted to savor every moment with him as long as he’d let her.
Just the brush of his fingers over her skin awakened every nerve ending, drawing her into a spell of seduction she never wanted to escape.
Every kiss inflamed her, making her dizzy.
She couldn’t get enough of him, and even though she knew their loving meant nothing more than a night of pleasure to him, she couldn’t stop coming back for more.
Beau nipped her bottom cheek, his hands sliding up her sides to hold her steady. “It would have felt good an hour ago if you hadn’t been late.”
Startled by the rush of erotic heat, Charity yelped at the sharp nip, and tried to squirm away, but Beau slid his hands to her hips and pulled her back, urging her legs wider. Gripping the rails on the headboard of his bed, she let out a moan at the feel of his warm lips moving over her back. “I had some things to do. There’s a lot to be—ah—done before the club opens again. Jesus, Beau, that mouth should be illegal.”
Drowning in sensation, she threw her head back and struggled for air. No matter how hard she tried to hide her response to him in an effort to appear more sophisticated, she didn’t stand a chance.
He simply overwhelmed her—something she thought existed only in the erotic novels her sister devoured like candy.
Beau’s teeth scraped over her bottom. “Hmm. I can tell from those moans and whimpers pouring out of you that you don’t like it very much.” Sliding higher up her body, he pushed her hair aside to nuzzle her neck, focusing on a particularly sensitive spot. “You’re just going to have to endure it for a while longer while I reacquaint myself with this gorgeous body. I haven’t seen you for two days. It seems like forever.” Straddling her hips, he pressed his cock against her bottom, his fingers caressing the outer curves of her breasts.
Shivering in delight, Charity lifted her head, turning it to the side to give him better access, raising herself on her elbows, her nipples aching for attention. “Beau, oh God, how do you make me feel this way?” She tried to spread her thighs to make a place for him between them, but Beau straddled them with his, keeping them closed.
Sliding his hands under her he cupped her breasts, running his thumbs back and forth over her nipples. “You make me just as crazy. I love playing with you. I could spend every waking moment just touching you. Everywhere. No, don’t tense up. Don’t I always go slow with you. I’m not in any hurry. We’ve got all the time in the world. I brought something from the store.”
Shivering at the feel of his cock, hot and hard, pressing against her bottom, Charity moaned. “I’m scared to ask.” She tried to keep her tone playful, but she knew what he wanted from her.
They’d been lovers for several months, and he wanted her ass.
Beau owned an adult toy store in Desire, Oklahoma, a town where people took sex very seriously.
Beau took playing and sex very seriously. He wanted to explore every aspect of it with her, which she loved, but she couldn’t deny that at times, he made her nervous.
He seemed to think that it was his responsibility to test every new product that came into his store, telling her that he had to be prepared to answer questions about his products and recommend them.
She loved his toys, and loved how they played together.
He made her feel more than she’d ever thought it possible to feel—physically and emotionally.
She feared, though, that it was all physical for him, and as hard as she tried to stay away from him, she couldn’t resist coming back for more.
She loved him so much, but she suspected that once he knew that, and knew that she wanted something more permanent, he would back away.
Trying to appear more sophisticated, and convincing him she wanted nothing more than these times together grew more difficult every day.
She didn’t want to think about the times he’d used toys with other women, or where he’d gotten the experience that turned her into a quivering mass of need. His delightful Cajun accent made it worse, the seductive quality in his lyrical voice melting her every time.
No man should be so sexy.
No man should be so easy to love.
Beau chuckled, his hair brushing over her back as he trailed his lips to her shoulder. “You like my toys.” He flipped her to her back, straddling her and leaning close. His dark brown hair, in need of a cut again, fell around his face, disheveled from her fingers. “You said you wanted to help me with my business. Toys are my business.”