But I knew how he was feeling right now. My emotions wouldn’t allow me to completely trust his words. “You’re tired—and emotional,” I said, attempting to explain his impulsiveness.
Groaning, he reached over to the side table. A flicker of light blinded me for a second. Blinking, I finally focused on his face. His eyes were bloodshot and swollen. Tears still filled his eyes.
“I may be tired and emotional, but I’m also madly, deeply in love with you. When you came into my life, everything finally made sense. All that I’ve been working so hard toward, was to find my way to you. Marry me? For real?”
I smiled at him, then I crushed my lips to his, needing him so much it hurt. He kissed me back.
Hard.
His tongue was relentless as it searched for mine.
I gave him whatever I had—everything I had.
A loud moan sounded from deep within me as he pushed me over, onto my back. My hands went straight for my panties, pulling them down as quickly as I could. Then I tried to take my tank top off but got tangled in the process.
Beau assisted, and between the two of us, we managed to get me naked in no time.
“You’re so beautiful. Always so fucking beautiful,” he said, gazing down at my naked body. His fingers trailed across my cheek, sliding down my neck to my chest.
I gasped as his fingertips gently grazed my nipple, making it instantly hard. He bent his head to my breast and lightly licked the impossibly tight bud with the tip of his tongue.
“Beau,” I murmured, as he continued to tease my nipple. When he moved to my other breast, he didn’t waste time. He wrapped his lips around my nipple and roughly sucked me into his mouth. “Yes, oh God, Beau,” I said, my fingers diving into his hair.
I pulled his head closer to me as his fingers began playing with my other breast. Already wet from his mouth, his fingertips slid and tugged, creating the most delicious ache between my legs.
“Beau, make love to me, please,” I begged him, my voice breathless, barely above a whisper. Then I said, “Beau, fait l’amour avec moi,” asking him the same thing in French.
He groaned as his hand slid down my belly and it didn’t stop until he reached my hot, wet core. One of his fingers entered me and I let out a long sigh. “I ache so bad, I need you. Now.”
Beau sat back on his knees, sliding his shorts down his hips, then lifting up to kick them off completely.
My eyes shot directly to his cock. He was just as ready for me as I was for him. “Je t’aime tellement,” he said as he covered me with his body. I let my hands travel up and down the solid, hard muscles on his back.
“Je t’aime, aussi, Beauregard,” I muttered against his lips. He gave me a smile before taking my lips with his.
I could feel his hardness enter me the exact same time his tongue invaded my mouth. A wave of pleasure rocked me so hard I nearly came instantly.
Beau stretched me wide as I whimpered into his mouth, my legs quivering against his as he powered in and out of me so perfectly—quelling that ache deep inside of me.
Part of me didn’t know why—didn’t understand how we could be doing this. Taking pleasure in each other while our friend was in such grave danger only miles away.
Perhaps it was a way of digging our fingernails into life and refusing to let go while someone we loved clung precariously in the balance at the hospital.
We needed to feel alive and celebrate the fact that both of us still were.
Alive.
Warm.
Loved.
A small tear escaped the corner of my eye.
Then another.
And then another.
Beau stopped moving entirely and asked, “Christ, am I hurting you?” his voice was rough as he panted.