Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
DOVE
I watch Beau sleep and I can feel the goofy smile on my face.
I swear my cheeks hurt from how much I’ve been doing that lately.
And that’s not the only place that’s sore.
I still feel the sweet ache between my legs from last night.
It was more perfect than I could have ever imagined.
Beau was perfect. For the first time since leaving school I feel calm and content. This is what I’ve been looking for.
In his sleep he looks more relaxed. His heavy breaths and weight on me let me know that he’s sleeping like a rock. I'm not surprised, because when I had to get up to pee this morning he didn't wake up. Just wrapped me back up when I got back into bed.
I glance over at the clock and know I need to get going. I’m supposed to be in early today since it’s Valentine’s Day, our busiest day of the year. But even knowing that, I really don’t want to leave this bed. Last night was the best night of my life.
Once we made love on the couch, he carried me into the bedroom and started all over again. Over and over again he gave me orgasms and kissed every inch of me. It was like he had to know every part of my body and then make it belong to him.
I think I’m in love with this man. I close my eyes and bite my lip. No, I know I am.
I wiggle free of his grip once again and he’s still sleeping like the dead.
I stand up, then lean down over him and press my lips to his.
I want one more to hold me over until I see him again.
I wonder if that will be tonight. He hasn't said anything about Valentine’s Day, but after last night, I’m sure there’s more to come.
Doubt and insecurity slip past my bubble of love and I wonder for a moment if he has a date or something.
I pull back and look at him. I can’t believe that to be true.
Not with the way he loved my body. He touched me like I was the only woman in the whole world and nothing else mattered.
Maybe that’s how people have sex, but it wasn't just sex.
We made love. I know it because I can feel it to my core.
I place one more kiss on his lips before I straighten up and step away.
I can’t let my mind get the best of me. I’ll just need to come out and ask Beau when I see him tonight.
At least I hope I see him tonight. I don’t like the idea of not going to bed with him.
One night sleeping in his arms has ruined me.
I look at my dress—which is a complete mess—and grab Beau’s shirt off the ground.
I’m sure he won’t mind if I wear it. Next I grab a pair of joggers from a chair nearby and slip them on.
I have to roll the waist a few times, but thankfully there’s a string that I can tighten.
I grab my shoes and tiptoe out of the bedroom so I don’t wake him up.
When I make my way down the hall and to the elevator, I look around at his place.
Seeing Beau’s home reminds me of the different worlds we come from and I wonder how we’ll fit when the outside would starts to press in on us.
I knew he was a lawyer, but from what I see he must be a very successful one.
I’m a young girl who works in a florist shop with no plans for tomorrow.
At least I didn't have plans for tomorrow until last night.
Now I think I could spend eternity with Beau.
I take the elevator down and then head out onto the street and grab a cab.
I think about last night over and over again and I smile all the way home.
When I open the door to my apartment, Tia comes flying out of her room. I texted her last night that I was staying at Beau’s and after that text she was blowing up my phone.
“Is this the walk of shame?” she asks excitedly.
“I feel no shame,” I say tartly but giggle and try to cover my face with my hands.
“You dirty girl.” She wiggles her eyebrows. “So?”
“It was amazing,” I admit, ready to tell someone. “I think I’m in love with him.”
She studies me for a moment and I see a trace of sorrow in her eyes. “Dove, be careful. You don’t really know this man. Men can be—” She’s cut off when there’s a banging on the door.
“Dove!”
My heartbeat races as I realize it’s Beau on the other side of the door.
I turn, flinging the door open in a panic thinking something might be wrong.
Before I can open my mouth to ask what’s wrong, he’s on me instantly.
He pulls me into his arms and his mouth lands on mine.
His kiss is possessive and filled with so much need.
As if he hasn't seen me in years. His hands tangle into my hair and he presses into me as if he can’t get us close enough.
When I finally pull back I’m out of breath, and he drops his forehead to mine. For a moment we’re both silent as we try to find the air in the room.
“Never mind what I was saying,” I hear Tia say, reminding me we aren't alone.
Beau’s body goes still for a moment and his face changes a little as he stands to his full height. He looks different like this.
“Hello, I’m Beau,” he says to Tia, introducing himself so formally.
“I’d hope so,” Tia laughs. “And I’m going back to bed.” With that, she turns and goes to her room.
“That’s Tia,” I tell him. “She’s not super friendly with new people.” I look him over and he looks a mess. His hair is wild. And he’s got on a T-shirt and joggers similar to the ones I’m wearing. It looks like he threw them on in a few seconds and didn't bother to think about what he was doing.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes, I’m fine. I just needed to get to work,” I say, placing my hands on his chest and smiling up at him. He must have followed me home.
Beau lets out a deep breath before running his hand through his hair.
He looks down at me and cups my face with both hands.
“You don’t leave the bed without waking me up, sunshine.
” His hands are soft, but I can hear an edge in his words.
He looks a little unhinged. “Did I hurt you last night?” His eyes soften at the question, and I see regret in his eyes.
“Why would you think you hurt me?” His lips tip up in a small smile. He drops a hand from my face and dips it down into the joggers I’m wearing. I gasp when his fingers touch my bare skin. I couldn’t find my panties this morning.
“Here, little sunshine. Do you hurt here?”
“What?” is all I get out before my eyes fall closed as he softly pets me. I hear a deep chuckle. Then I feel his mouth on my neck. I tilt my head to give him more of me as his fingers work me over. He takes me higher and higher and my orgasm climbs up my body.
“Tell me you’ll never sneak out of bed with me asleep again,” he growls in my ear. His fingers stop moving when all I do is moan.
“Beau,” I cry out, pushing my sex into his hand more, needing his fingers to get back to what they were doing.
“Say it,” he growls again. This time his teeth graze my neck and he gives me a little bite. The feeling shoots straight to my core.
“I won’t, I promise.”
“Good girl.” Then his fingers are moving again.
His approval and praise have me so worked up that it only takes one more stroke of his fingers against my clit and I’m falling over the edge.
“Beau!” I moan his name and start to cry out. But before I do he covers my mouth with his hand, muffling the sounds.
“I don’t want anyone hearing that,” he says into my ear. My body jerks against him as I’m flooded with pleasure.
I feel his hard cock press into me, but he pulls his hand out from between my legs and licks his fingers clean. My cheeks warm at the sight. He moans as he tastes me and I watch his eyes grow even darker. It’s the same look he had in his eyes when he took me for the first time last night.
“Beau.” I want to tell him to take me to bed, but I can’t leave Sue hanging. “I have to go to work.”
“Call out,” he says through clenched teeth.
“It’s Valentine's Day. I can’t leave Sue without any help. She’s been so good to me.”
“My sweet sunshine.” He shakes his head but smiles at me. “All right, but you’re mine when you’re done.”
“All yours.” I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down easily. His lips meet mine for a kiss, and I’m struck again by how much I already love him.
“Can you wear a longer dress today so I can function.” The way he says it doesn't really sound like a question.
“You didn’t like my dress?” I wonder, thinking about him ripping it off of me last night.
“There isn't a man in this world who wouldn't like that dress on you. I just don’t like the idea of anyone else getting to see what’s mine.”
I give him one more quick kiss and nod. “Mmkay,” I agree. Something inside me wants to please him.
His winds his arms around me and grabs my ass with both hands. “And no more running around without underwear,” he adds.
“You’re bossy,” I tell him.
“You’ll get used to it.” My mouth drops open at his words. “We’ll go over us later. Right now go get yourself ready so I can drop you off at work.”
His phone starts to ring and he smacks my ass, making me yelp. It didn't hurt, it just surprised me. I poke his chest playfully before turning and running to my room.
“No shower,” I hear him yell. I giggle. I wasn't planning on it because I don’t have time.
I can still smell Beau on me and I like it.
I wanted the reminder of him all day. Not that I don't still have a small one between my legs. The tender ache is there, but it’s a delicious one.
I never thought I’d think that about a pain before. But it’s true.
I quickly get ready, grabbing a red dress.
This one falls to my knees. I slip on a pair of red Converse to match and then go to the bathroom.
I know today is going to be super busy, but hopefully it will go by quickly.
I brush out my hair until my waves are under control, and then pin back one side with a clip.
Then I brush my teeth, slap on a little makeup and check myself over.
When I walk back into the living room I see Beau has his phone pressed to his ear and he’s pacing.
“I don’t give a fuck, he’s fired.”
I pause. I was about to go to him and wrap my arms around him, but I see his face is hard and even the way he’s standing is intimidating. He seems so different. Maybe now isn’t the right time for cuddles.
“Send out an email and put all the cases he was working on on my desk for me to look over.” He pauses for a moment. “Well, let him know he doesn't want to be there when I get there. That’s for fucking sure.”
Beau turns a little and sees me standing there. The hardness drops from his body instantly and his eyes become the sweet, possessive ones I love.
“I have to go,” he says, and with that he ends the call.
He slides the phone into his pocket and walks over to me, pulling me into his arms. “You look beautiful.” His voice is soft now.
It’s almost like a switch flipped. I study him for a moment, but when his mouth lands on mine I melt into him, forgetting everything else.