“Hey,” she beamed, her sly smile making his heart race.
“Hey, yourself.”
“You going somewhere?”
“No. Yeah. I mean…” So befuddled, he really didn’t know if he was coming or going, Beau shook his head, stammering, “Wh-what did you say?”
Pointing just above his head, as her chin dipped, and she looked up through her impossibly long lashes, Lucy giggled, “You’re holding a saddle over your head.” Hand dropping until the tip of her finger was aimed at Henry’s back, she went on, “And your boy there’s got a fresh blanket on his back.” Shrugging as her arm dropped to her side, she asked again, “So, I just wondered if you were going somewhere.”
Cheeks heating, Beau blushed for the first time since he was a teenager. Setting the saddle on the horse’s back, he chuckled. “Yeah, I was going for a ride. I do that when I need to think.”
Bending his arm, playing at flexing his muscle, he teased, “But first I had to do some saddle lifting.” Winking when her shy giggle turned into a full-blown chuckle, he couldn’t help but keep going. “It’s the best. Better than weights. Don’t have to go to the gym. No wearing fancy clothes. Get to be in the barn.” Switching arms, he flexed again. “I try to get in at least fifty reps a night.”
“Do you now?” Nodding, Lucy pretended to furrow her brow. “You got those big muscles from lifting a saddle fifty times every night, huh?”
“I did.” Opening his eyes as wide as they would go, he placed his hand over his heart as he set the saddle on the ground. “I swear it, Miss Benton.”
“Well, if you swear, Mr. Sampson, then maybe I should try it for myself.”
Taking one step and then another, her eyes never leaving his, he swore he heard Lucy purr as she asked, “Think you might have time to show me how?”
“Absolutely.”
Closing the distance between them, instinct took over. There was no more denying what he felt, no more running from the truth, only the woman he already knew he loved and what they felt for one another.
Gently wrapping his fingers around her petite upper arms, Beau pulled Lucy close. The feel of her body against his was more than he could handle. The thin control he had on his need snapped, and he crushed his lips to hers.
Fire raced through his veins. His bear roared in his mind. He was home, right where he belonged, and Beau never wanted to leave
Hands sliding under the soft cotton of her T-shirt, electricity shot up his arms and across his chest, igniting his every sense as he touched and teased the silken skin of her back. Moaning into their kiss, Lucy rolled her hips against his, forcing his hands to slide from back to front. Dancing along the underside of her breasts, he teased her already hardened nipples through the soft fabric of her bra, his excitement growing more potent, more explosive with each passing heartbeat.
Craving more, needing to bathe the Luna wolf writhing in his arms in his scent, Beau tore his lips from hers and pushed the blouse over her head. Dropping it, as he lifted Lucy into his arms, he raced to the tack room, gently laying her on the plaid blanket he’d just fetched from the laundry.
Following her down as if she were the magnet and he the steel, the grizzly growled low and long when her hands dove into his hair, her nails scratching his scalp. Pulling him to her, meeting him halfway, Lucy kissed him with a frenzied passion that pushed his need higher.
Arousal thickened in his blood. His erection grew harder still as he lay his body flush onto hers. Rolling his hips, cursing the clothes still separating them, Beau reached between their heated bodies, wasting no time stripping them both bare.
Lucy’s nails, longer and sharper the more she lost control, scored his back as the tip of his cock slid along the inside of her thigh. Tearing her lips from his, her brilliant blue eyes shone brightly with the magic of her wolf. Looking deeply into his eyes with a confession that made him want her all the more, she breathed, “You, Beau Sampson, are so much better in person than in my dreams.”
Cock pushing through her wetness, he teased the opening of her pussy as he responded, “Hold on, my little wolf, you haven’t seen anything yet.”
With his growl still rumbling through their bodies, Lucy’s nails dug into the quivering muscles of his ass. Liquid fire ran through his veins. The need to be inside his mate, to have her, to mark her, became more than he could bear. Kissing across her jaw, nibbling down her throat, he couldn’t get enough of her scent, her taste…of her.
Glancing down her body, he felt her eyes on him, but there was no looking away from the fantastic feast before him. He kissed across her collarbone, moving down between her beautiful, full breasts. Then, Beau hungrily sucked her nipple into his mouth.
Teasing and taunting the hardened bit of flesh, he growled in excitement as Lucy thrashed under his larger, more muscular frame.
“Please, Beau, please don’t make me wait any longer.”
Her nails gripped his buttocks tighter, and her hips thrust against his in a furiously passionate attempt to force their bodies together. Lucy’s mind, awash with a desire that only he could quench, was opened entirely to Beau’s. He felt what she felt, saw what she saw, and read her thoughts as if they were his own.
Chapter Nine
Beau needed more. He wanted all of her. He moved from one breast to the other, showing it the same rapt attention. Lost to her excitement, Lucy bowed her back off the blanket, shoving more of her breast into his mouth. He could feel how every lick, every nip of his teeth, caused a jolt of electricity in her clit and made her pussy grasp at nothing with wild desire.
“Fuuuuck!” Her growl was music to his ears.
Her fingers wound through his hair. The scent of her arousal, orange blossoms blooming in the summer sun and hot, wanton female wolf, filled his senses. He needed to taste her, needed to have her essence coating his tongue, had to have a part of her inside him, or risk losing his mind.
Eyes snapping open as he slid down her body, Lucy shook her head and pulled at his hair. “No, Beau, no. Don’t leave. I need you.”
“And you’ll have me.” He winked, his voice low and rumbling, more bear than man.
Ignoring her continued protests and the pull to his hair that made him think he might soon have bald spots, Beau spread her thighs wide, placed her legs over his shoulders, and growled “Mine” at the sight of her glistening sex.
Anticipation simmered between them as he inhaled her scent, nearly drunk on the alluring aroma. Blowing on her aroused clit as its pouty tip peeked from her slick hood, he didn’t even try to hide his manly pride as Lucy’s hips shot up, and she growled, “Please. You’re killing me.”
Hips riding higher, her strangled cry of “Beau…” turned to a low moan of utter pleasure as he licked a tight circle around her clit.
No longer able to hold back, Beau lavished her pussy with the flat of his tongue, swallowing her juices as if they were all he’d ever need to survive. Growling as Lucy unconsciously pushed her body against his, his cock jumped at her explosive response to the resulting vibrations. Again and again, he snarled as he drove his tongue ever deeper into her.
A wave of desire, like a tsunami hitting the shore, rolled through Lucy and, in turn, through Beau. Her heels dug into his back. Her fingers tugged at his hair. Her screams filled the barns as she was hurtled headlong into her orgasm.