Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57866 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57866 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
“Beau, I’m a virgin,” I said, my voice hardly above a whisper. “I’m not sexy and experienced because I’ve never done anything before.”
He pulled back slightly and met my gaze. “Nothing?”
I shook my head, my cheeks heating. It was time to put it all on the line—everything I had.
“But if I could lose my virginity to you…” I licked my lips and put a hand on my cheek. “I know it would be good. You’d make it good.” I slid my hand down to my neck, across my collarbone, to one of my breasts. “You’d undress me so slowly, and be patient with me as I ran my hands over your chest and arms, down to the waistband of your jeans. I’d fumble getting them undone and when I finally got to feel you, I’d close my eyes and take my time, running my hand up and down your cock. You’d groan with pleasure and kiss me, wanting more but knowing you’d have to take your time with me.”
I was light-headed, knowing I was completely out of my element. It would have been easier for me to lecture on any of the constitutional amendments without any prep than to do this, but it was doing…something. Beau had pushed down his jeans and his eyes were narrowed. And his hand was…occupied.
“You’d teach me,” I said, my gaze locked onto his. “You’d tell me to get on my knees and take you in my mouth, and I’d just want to please you. You’d teach me how to make you crazy, but you wouldn’t let yourself come. First, you’d touch me and tease me as long as it took for me to beg you for more. You would enjoy that.”
“Yeah.” His tone was low and he was breathing harder.
“You’d be going crazy, but making yourself go so slowly,” I continued. “Wanting to come so badly, but not wanting to hurt me. You’d always make sure I came first. Every time. Even if you were out of your mind, you’d make me come first. And you’d know exactly how to do it. With your fingers or your mouth, and just seeing how turned on you were, I’d come exactly when you told me”
“Oh, fuck.” He tensed all over and then his shoulders dropped and he met my gaze.
I waited, trying to decipher the look he was giving me, but not wanting to look down either. “Did you…?”
“Oh, yeah. You’re good at that.”
I grinned, my mortification already forgotten. Somehow, I’d done it. Sheer force of will had made me find a way to make Beau come.
I was another step closer to being a mother.
CHAPTER SIX
Beau
I parked my Range Rover in the driveway of my parents’ home, smirking at my older brother’s minivan.
Asher was thirty-two to my twenty-seven, but he’d gotten married six years ago and now had two kids, and all the chaos that came with them. I loved my niece and nephew but I was reminded how much work kids are the moment I walked in the door of the sprawling log home that was now the Fox family home base.
Four-year-old Anderson ran past me, completely naked except for the red superhero cape, floating behind him as he ran, secured around his neck. He was carrying a foam dart launcher, his expression as intent as an actual soldier on a hunt.
“Asher, put your underwear back on!” my sister-in-law, Chloe, called from another room. “And no shooting darts at faces!”
He was probably chasing after Isaac, my twenty-five-year-old brother. There were five of us—Asher, Fiona, who was twenty-nine, I fell right in the middle, then there was Isaac, and Genevieve was twenty-three. Gen was away at medical school, but the rest of us had stayed in the area where we grew up.
“And there’s Beau.” My mom smiled at me as I walked into the enormous kitchen. “Hi, honey.”
“Hey, mom. Smells great in here.”
She took a break from whatever she was chopping at the island to give me a hug.
“I made lasagna. Hope you’re hungry.”
I patted my stomach. “Always.”
My older sister walked into the room, looking a little disoriented. “Sorry, Mom, I fell asleep. What can I help with?”
Mom nodded at the stools pulled up to the kitchen island. “Nothing. Just sit down.”
“Are you sick?” I asked Fiona.
“I don’t think so. Pregnancy is just exhausting. Some nights I get home from work and throw together a quick dinner and I’m in bed within an hour.”
She was four months along with her first child, and her job as CFO of a tech company was demanding.
“Why doesn’t Adrian cook dinner?” I asked, grabbing a slice of cucumber from the big bowl of salad my mom was putting chopped vegetables in.
“He works, too,” Fiona said, a defensive note in her tone.
Chloe, Asher’s wife, had fit in with our family immediately. My parents accepted Adrian, but Asher, Isaac, and I weren’t his biggest fans. He was a tool, and I had a feeling Fiona would be responsible for most of the parenting work, just like she was for all the cooking and cleaning.