Run To You

longing. He wanted her. He wanted this. Standing on a balcony above Bourbon Street, he felt his hungered longing turn to burning need. The sounds of the French Quarter faded to nothing, and every nerve and cell in his body focused on her. Her wet mouth and tongue. Her warm breasts against his skin and her nipples stabbing his chest. Her hot skin sticking to his and her crotch pressed into his painful hard-on.
    “Estella,” he groaned, and leaned his head back. Back from the soft temptation of her lips. “You said you were hungry.”
    “I am.” She placed her hands on the sides of his head and brought his gaze to hers. “I want to do what you talked about last night.” He opened his mouth but she placed a finger over his lips. “I want to eat you up, Beau. I want to start here.” She placed her hot mouth on the side of his neck. “And lick my way south.”
    “Jesus.”
    “Then you lick your way south.” She slid her hands beneath his open shirt, down his sides, and curled her fingers in his waistband. “Down my stomach and belly button to the inside of my thighs. I want that, Beau. I’ve been thinking about it. Thinking about you.”
    He’d been thinking about it also. No matter how hard he tried not to think of her spread out naked in front of him, offering up his favorite snacks.
    “You said it’s your most important job.”
    He was drowning in desire and lust, and his voice came out in a dry whisper. “I also said I am on the bench.”
    “You can have oral sex and stay on the bench.”
    He knew better. She might not be a child, but she was kidding herself that oral sex wasn’t sex.
    “I’ve never had to talk a guy into getting naked,” she whispered just before she took his earlobe between her teeth and bit. “I can’t believe I am trying to talk you into it.”
    He couldn’t believe it, either, and with the touch of her warm tongue, he couldn’t recall why he’d ever put himself on the bench in the first place. It had something to do with saving sex until it meant something. Well, it sure as hell felt like it meant something at the moment. It meant that if he didn’t have Stella he was going to explode. He took her hand in his. “Let’s go.”
    “Where? I don’t want to go out.” She grabbed at her robe with her free hand as he pulled her into the room.
    “You no longer have a choice.”
    “What are we going to do?”
    “You’re getting naked.” He didn’t bother to shut the doors behind them. “And I’m going to eat your little hot pocket.”

Chapter Ten
    S kin to skin, Stella pressed further into Beau. In a whirlwind of flying pants and underwear, he’d whipped their clothes off until they knelt naked in the middle of one cleared bed.
    “Stella. Stella,” he whispered as his mouth slid down the side of her neck to the hollow of her throat. He was so hot to the touch, like a fever burned just beneath his skin. A fever that traveled across her skin, too. He’d wrapped one arm around her waist like a steel band, keeping her crotch pressed against the long, hard length of his burning erection. “I didn’t mean for this to happen.”
    “Do you want to stop?” she asked, even though she was fairly certain of his answer.
    His grasp tightened around her waist. “Too late.”
    Her head fell back and her hair brushed her bare behind. She was anxious for more and excited for what was next and completely tuned in to what he did to her. One of his big hands cupped her right breast as his thumb brushed her nipple. “Beau,” she moaned, and squirmed against his penis pressed into her belly. She might be a technical virgin, but her body knew what she wanted; him between her legs. The more she squirmed, the more she wanted him. Then his wet mouth latched on to her breast and his free hand slipped between her thighs. He rolled her aching nipple beneath his tongue, and his teasing touch stroked, then slid away, leaving a wet trail to her hip and belly. He tortured her with his fingers and mouth until she grasped the sides of his head and moaned for more.
    He lifted his face to hers. His gray eyes smoldered and consumed and his voice came out rough when he ordered, “Lie down, Stella.” She didn’t need to be told twice and he knelt between her knees. His gaze slid from her face, paused at her breasts, then continued down her stomach to her crotch. His hands skimmed down the outside of her legs to her knees. He raised them until her feet rested next to her behind.