Chapter 20 Jules #2
“I hope you like your ring for now. I intend to get you the big diamond you deserve, but with less than twenty-four hours, it was kind of impossible.”
My eyes rounded. “Don’t you dare. I love this one. It’s perfect, and it’s just my style.”
“So, I didn’t do so bad?”
“You did great.” I kissed him and whispered, “You’re my husband now.”
“And you’re my wife.”
“So, what are you going to do about it?”
There was no missing the heat and desire in my tone.
And judging by the way his eyes darkened, it was obvious Beau was prepared to show me exactly what he wanted to do.
But first, he set me down on my feet, took me by the hand, and kissed the back of it as we walked toward where he’d parked.
“I think the proper thing, the gentlemanly thing, to do is to take you out for a really nice dinner first.”
My feet stopped moving, and I narrowed my eyes on him.
Beau had no choice but to stop and look back at me. His lips were twitching. “Everything okay?”
“I don’t think it’d be good for us to start our marriage off with a fight.”
His brows shot up. “A fight? Why would we be fighting?”
“My hormones have been all over the place for weeks now, and I haven’t had one ounce of physical pleasure for even longer than that. As my husband, it’s now your duty to make sure I don’t have to endure such atrocities.”
With one hand still holding mine, Beau’s other hand flew to the center of his chest as he bowed slightly. “My apologies. As you’ll recall, this is new for me. Please, allow me to correct such a grave error in judgment and take you home instead.”
“That would be appreciated.”
In one swift movement, Beau slipped his arm behind my back, the other going under my legs as he lifted me off the ground. I let out a cry of surprise, but I was grinning the entire way back to the car.
Maybe we hadn’t said those three words to one another yet, but Beau was doing everything right that I got the feeling they wouldn’t be far away.
When Beau told me he was going to take me home, I had suspected he was going to drive right to my apartment.
He didn’t.
We pulled into his driveway instead.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“I thought you wanted me to bring you home and ravish you.”
“Yes, but I didn’t realize we were coming here.”
He pulled to a stop and turned off the vehicle. “Is it… Do you not want to be here?”
“I don’t mind it at all.”
“Good. Because I want you to move in.”
“What?”
Beau took my hand between his and held it up to his lips. He kissed each of my fingers. “You’re my wife now, Jules. I think we should be living together.”
Obviously, that made sense.
And I loved that he wanted to do it.
But it was crazy to me how little I’d thought about how things were going to change once I married him.
“Wow,” I marveled.
“What?”
“Our lives just changed in the most tremendous way.”
He squeezed my hand. “But it’s good, right? I feel amazing.”
There was no need for me to be concerned about any of this. I hadn’t generally been one to dwell on things much anyway, so there was no point in starting now.
“It’s amazing. And I think, if you’re willing to carry me over the threshold, you could find yourself feeling even better.”
Beau laughed, kissed my hand again, and said, “Wait right there.”
He came around to open my door, and once again, he lifted me in his arms to carry me into the house. Best of all, Beau wasted no time taking me through the house and into his bedroom.
Once he set me on my feet beside the bed, my hands immediately went to his tie. “You know, the suit was a nice touch today.”
“I’m glad you liked it. This dress is utterly perfect on you. I’m almost upset about having to take it off your body.”
Soft laughter spilled out of me as I tossed his tie aside and went to the buttons of his shirt. “Well, if you can’t manage it, I’ll be more than happy to peel this thing off. I love the dress, too, but I want to be naked with my husband.”
He chuckled. “I get the feeling you like saying that word.”
My eyes flicked to his as I undid that final button. “I do, husband.”
Beau’s eyes were dancing, the light in them undeniable. “To be clear, I said I was almost upset about taking the dress off your body. I’d struggle more not to see you naked tonight. Do you know how hard it’s been to have no access to your sweet body for so many weeks?”
His compliment made me feel so good about myself. I pushed his jacket and shirt down his arms and went for his belt. “I might have a clue how it feels, but I still want you to show me what it’s been like for you.”
After he was standing there in nothing but his underwear, the length of him straining against the fabric, he said, “Turn around, so I can get you out of this.”
I immediately complied with his request. And just the simple act of him unzipping my dress was pure torture. His knuckles inadvertently brushed against the skin on my back, sending shivers along my spine.
Beau guided the dress down my body, and when it pooled at my feet, he brushed my hair off to one side, placed his hands on my hips, and kissed the skin where my neck met my shoulder. His hands slid up my sides and cupped my breasts, squeezing before his thumbs brushed over my nipples.
I whimpered, my knees buckling, and felt Beau smile against my skin.
He released my breasts, his hands drifting down to rest lightly on my belly that had barely a hint of a bump. Feeling his hands resting protectively there, something else moved through me.
A moment later, Beau turned me in his arms and kissed my mouth. We were nothing more than lips and tongue and teeth as we tasted one another, our breathing increasing the longer we stayed connected like that.
Eventually, we removed the last bits of clothing—our underwear—and Beau lowered me to the bed, doing it with such tenderness.
The feel of his warm, strong body next to mine was exactly what I’d needed. I didn’t care if he decided to take things slow or if he wanted to give in to the overwhelming need and desire that had been building for a while now.
Just being here, naked with him, and feeling his hands and mouth on me felt like enough to bring me to the brink of an orgasm.
And it seemed like that might be precisely what happened, because Beau wasn’t in a rush. He was taking his time.
Touching.
Squeezing.
Tasting.
Caressing.
My body was burning up for him, craving him.
“Beau,” I moaned.
A groan of delight escaped him.
Beau slid his hand between my legs and touched me there, finding me wet and ready for him. With expert-like ease, he positioned himself and slid inside.
Another moan tore up my throat, my legs wrapped around him as my fingertips pressed in.
He thrust his hips into me, every inch in and out like ocean waves crashing on the shore before receding. Over and over, with no rush or determination to finish too soon, Beau worked his length inside me.
I’d missed it.
God, I’d missed it.
And him. I knew I’d missed him, but I hadn’t realized how much.
Beau and I were lost in one another—rolling and clawing and kissing and moaning.
Perfect.
Like everything else he’d given me, this was perfect, too. How could I have forgotten just how great he was at this?
I didn’t force myself to work so hard to reach that peak so I could tumble over. Instead, I relished all that was happening, everything that I was feeling. I enjoyed Beau and his unbelievable body. I appreciated every thrust of his cock, every swipe of his fingers, and every brush of his lips.
And it built.
It built and built and built.
Until, lost in a tangle of limbs and covered in a sheen of sweat, Beau sent me soaring, my orgasm tearing through my body in the most intense and powerful waves. I was still tumbling down when Beau’s release tore through him.
When he’d made it to the other side, Beau rolled onto his back, taking me with him. And for a short while, I simply laid on his chest as we worked to regain control of our breathing, the entire day replaying in my head.
Finally, I lifted my cheek from his chest and rested my chin on the back of my hand there. “Thank you.”
His lips twitched, even as his brows pulled together. “What are you thanking me for?”
“Today. Everything you did. I know this was extremely short notice, but you managed to make today so incredibly special. It means the world to me that you cared enough to do that.”
Beau pushed a lock of hair back from the side of my face and tucked it behind my ear. “It meant just as much to me to be able to do all that I did for you today. I hope you know just how important today was to me, too.”
I sent him a lazy smile, warmth spreading through my chest. “I do.”
“Good.” He gave me a squeeze on the ass. “Now let me get up, so we can clean up. Then I’ll order you that dinner I should have given you earlier before I make up for lost time and have another go at you.”
I shivered with anticipation. And since I desperately wanted what he was offering, I slid my body off his and watched him as he walked to the bathroom.
My husband had an impeccable ass.