Burning Love (Hell Yeah! Cajun Style), page 14
“Hold hands?” The warmth from the fire felt good, even against her heated skin. “Okay, I guess.”
“Don’t despair, Lady-Fair, I’m working up to something. Us Southern boys, we move slow, like a panther in the swamp. But when we get near our luscious little swamp hen, we pounce!” As he grabbed at her, every muscle in her body sprang into action. But instead of fleeing, she launched herself right into his arms. “Damn!” How stupid could he get? But her reaction – Lord God, her reaction . . . “That’s right, Baby. Just right. You run to me – never away from me. I’ll be your sanctuary. In my arms is where you belong.” Cupping the back of her head, he wondered how far he had set them back. Him and his stupid games! Lord, she was crying! He could feel her whole body quaking, and then she giggled. She was laughing! Thank God.
“You are so bad,” she nipped him on his chest and his heart flipped over. If things were different, he would push her back, rip her panties off and bury himself balls deep. But he couldn’t, he had promised – he had to go slow. At least she was comfortable enough to tease him; that was a start.
“I pride myself in my badness, Baby,” he murmured. “But tonight, all you will see is my good side.” Setting her back a bit, he reached for her hand. “Do you remember when we would walk in the French Quarter? You were still in that stage where friends held hands. As we moved through the crowd, I’d feel your little hand grasping for mine. You never said anything; you just took what you wanted.” Cradling her small hand in his, he began to rub the center of her palm with the pad of his thumb. “I want you to be like that again with me – take what you want. That’s my fondest dream, to have you so sure of me that you’ll take charge and show me how to please you.” Leaning over he nuzzled her cheek, “Cause that’s what will please me – pleasing you.”
Ripples of awareness coursed through Harley’s body. She wasn’t afraid, she was on alert, not knowing what to expect. It wasn’t fight or flight syndrome, it was the same sensation one would get if they were standing near a live wire. There was a sense of caged power close at hand. Beau – he was caged power. And he was holding all of that back, just for her. “I want to learn to please you,” she confessed.
“Just being near you pleases me,” he looked at their linked hands. Her skin tone was golden and his was sun-darkened, making them very near the same color. They belonged together. He had no doubt of that at all. Now, it was up to him to prove it to her. “Me touching you is a language without words. I want you to place your whole body in my care, just as your hand rests in mine. Feel how our heart rates are pacing themselves together.” He put his thumb against her pulse point, and she did the same and they let an awareness flow over them. Two hearts, indeed, could beat as one. “I want you to let me push the worry and fear right out of your mind. My touch is a gift to you, a gift I long for you to accept.”
“You’re making my body sing,” she let the truth flow from her lips. “I’m not afraid of you, Beau. I’m only afraid of failing you.”
Raising her hand to his lips, he let his teeth scrape the center of her palm; then, he soothed it with his kiss. “There is no possibility of your failing me. Tonight, there are no expectations. We are just enjoying one another, and that’s all. And Baby, I enjoy being with you – every moment in every way.” Taking her hand in both of his, he began massaging it; the space between the thumb and her first finger became a playground. “You are so soft. I dream of your hands on my body – Mon Dieu! You should have seen me in the shower, yesterday. I pleasured myself imagining how your hands would stroke me, Cher.” As he talked, he soothed. With one hand, he intertwined their fingers, rubbing her palm with his thumb. And with the other, he took one finger and rubbed a path of heat from just under her chin down the slope of her neck. He let it slide almost to the swell of her breast – almost.
“You are being so sweet to me.”
Her breathing was getting shallower and faster. She was excited – good. “Easiest thing I’ve ever done. Let’s see how sweet you taste,” lifting her hand to his lips, he began to kiss it softly; taking little licks in the sensitive area between her fingers.
“I like that,” she whispered. Their heads were so close, she couldn’t resist, and she rubbed her lips over his cheek. And when he took her forefinger in his mouth and began to suck, she whimpered. She knew he wanted her, he wanted her hands and mouth on his body, and she longed for the courage to make that happen. Knowing she had to start somewhere, she endeavored to give it a try. “Do you know what I want?”
He stopped, waiting, “What, Baby?” If she wanted something – he was the man for the job.
“I want to look at you, all of you.”
Look? But not touch? Could he survive this? Damn, he’d sure try. “All right.” His hands went to the buttons of his shirt.
“Let me.”
Beau held his breath while she undid his shirt. Her hands were shaking. She pushed it from his shoulders and he helped the rest of the way. “Everything?” He didn’t want to assume too much.
“I want to see you. Do you mind? I’m not ready to go all the way, but I . . .” she let her hands drop.
Standing up, Beau shed his clothes with economical movements. “Harley, Honey. You’ve said that you can trust me and I am going to show you how much. I want you to touch me, if you want too. Familiarize yourself with my body and know that it’s yours to command. I will never hurt you.” When he was naked, he returned to the floor next to her. The firelight played over the planes and angles of his body. He was beautiful. “Where do you want me?”
“Lie down, I guess.” He did. Reclining back on the rug, Beau offered himself up to her. The only precaution he took was covering his privates with a towel that the maid had left at his request by the fireplace. Harley scooted closer. “There’s so much of you, I’m not sure where to start.”
“Make yourself at home. All that you see belongs to you.”
Her mind went back to Brownwood and how she felt to be close to him. And now, he was placing himself at her mercy. She would not let him down. Moving to his head, Harley knelt down. “You have the kindest face,” she allowed herself to caress him. She touched his forehead, cupped his cheek, and leaned over to kiss his lips. It was a chaste meeting of their mouths, almost sacred. Next, she ran her fingers through his hair. “Your hair is longer now.”
“Too long, I need a haircut.”
“No,” she spoke quickly. “I love it. It fits you. Wild, untamed – and sexy.”
“I feel like Samson. You have me at your mercy, Delilah,” he teased. She smiled and that was a reward in itself.
“Angel face,” she murmured. “I used to look at you across the table at Brownwood and imagine that the archangels looked like you.” Her fingers traced lightly over his face. “High cheekbones, straight nose,” she moved closer for another kiss. “And those dimples, they don’t come out to play very often. Strong jaw, perfectly kissable lips,” Harley stole another kiss.
“Do you realize what a miracle it is that we have found one another again?”
Now, she was using both hands. Harley stroked his neck and his wide, wide shoulders. The flesh beneath her fingers was firm, the muscles defined. “Yes, I was drawn to the area. I don’t know why. Maybe, my psychic abilities played a part. It was never a conscious thought. It never occurred to me that I would find you here. Truly, I had no hope that I would ever see you again. After all, we shared so little of our lives beyond the day-to-day weary routine of surviving.”
Her hands were magical. She massaged his chest, kneading his pecs, smiling a secret little smile when his nipples hardened under her fingertips. When a hoarse groan escaped, she glanced up at him to make sure she was still welcome. “Don’t you dare stop. I love your hands on me.” To put her back at ease, he picked up on their previous conversation. “I always thought I had more time to share with you, I guess. Our former lives seem so far away. Looking back, I realize I should have found out every detail about you that I could. I was your protector and I let you down.”
“Shhhh,” Harley didn’t want to think about Pell right now. Touching Beau’s body was making her excited and that thrilled her. “Your biceps are so big; I can’t reach around them with both hands.” Beau flexed for her and she giggled. “I think I would like for you to be my protector now. You’re built like Conan the Barbarian.”
“Taking care of you is Job Number One, Baby.”
She explored his forearms – so firmly muscled and thick. Sturdy wrists and the most beautiful manly hands she had ever seen. Picking up his left hand, she held it to her cheek. “I love your hands. They are broad and capable. And the veins on top are so sexy.”
When she traced them with her tongue, he had to close his eyes and force himself to be still. There was one part of him that wasn’t behaving. His cock had a mind of its own. The towel was beginning to rise like a magician’s trick. “Don’t pay no attention to my dick, Baby. He can’t help it.”
“I know.” She moved down his body, skipping the part that seemed to want her most – she just wasn’t ready for that yet. “I guess you’ve been with many beautiful women, haven’t you?” His feet didn’t escape her notice, or his calves – or knees. Harley left no part of him feeling neglected – except one.
“I’m thirty-two, Harley. No one would ever mistake me for a monk.”
His thigh muscles fascinated her. She rubbed her palms from his knee to his groin and back. “No, I suppose not.” Her eyes were drawn to where his manhood was sheltered. She gasped. There was no mistaking his size, even under the cover of modesty. A hungry sensation began deep inside her pussy. Harley was horny.
“Are you sure you want to . . .” she paused. Now what was she trying to ask? The sight of his arousal was all she could see or think about. “Uh – are you sure you want to waste your time with me? Look at you. You’re every woman’s dream. And I can’t – I can’t even. . .”
He was up and she was in his arms before she could say another word. “You mean more to me than anybody, Nada. We can work through this. All I’m asking for is a chance.”
“I feel the same way, Beau.” She pressed her face into his throat. “I just don’t want to take advantage of you or frustrate you.” Both of them became aware of what lay between them, and it wasn’t a misunderstanding. The light was dim, but the towel had fallen away. And like a magnet, her eyes were drawn to the evidence of his desire for her. Hesitantly, she lifted her hand – then drew it back.
“It’s okay, Baby. Touch me. That part of me only wants to please you, make you feel good.”
“I know that. My mind can sort it out, it’s just my body doesn’t always obey.” Seeing that she was feeling uncomfortable, he stood and led her to the couch and they sat down. Beau drew her close, tucking her under his arm and she rested her head on his shoulder. He waited. His cock was standing straight up – stiff, hard as a board. It was all up to her.
“Give me your mouth,” he whispered. She didn’t make him wait long – she touched. They both gasped in the midst of the kiss, sharing their breath as they shared the ecstasy of discovery. Beau didn’t let it be awkward; he cupped her face and drank from her lips while she rubbed his cock. With tentative strokes, she learned his shape and texture, the wonder of it throbbing in her hand. “Having your hand on me is heaven.” He smooched at her lips and let her play with his cock. It wasn’t even close to being an expert handjob, but it didn’t need to be. It was his Nada touching him and that made all the difference. Against his chest, he felt her nipple harden and Beau knew she was aroused.
“Ummm, Beau – you feel so good. I love touching you.” And that was all it took, her admission added to her innocent caress caused him to come in her hand.
Hot, wet pulses drew her attention. She pulled back to look at the wonder of it. Streams of creamy colored sperm shot out onto his stomach and dripped down her hand. Harley held him until he was through. Then she rubbed her thumb over the tip, and he jerked a bit. “It’s sensitive.”
Harley pulled back. “Let me get a washrag.”
She was escaping. He didn’t know if it was because she was embarrassed or if she regretted it or if she was just scared. He let her go. When she returned, she handed it to him, and he cleaned himself up. “Thanks. Now, I want to hold you. God, I love to touch you. That was incredible. Being with you anyway I can, is a dream come true.”
Harley met his gaze, longing in her eyes. “Compared to what you’re used to, that was probably pitiful. And while I loved every second of that, I’m afraid to go further.”
“You gave me more pleasure than I can even begin to explain to you.” He took her chin in his hand and kissed her full on the mouth. “This is more than I anticipated for our first time. We’re going to take this slow. It’s too important to me – to us. Okay?”
Entwining her arms around his neck, she almost sobbed with relief. “Okay. I can’t believe you’re being this understanding. Are you real?”
“Pinch me and see.”
Harley couldn’t help but laugh through her tears. How did she ever get so lucky? She just prayed her luck held out.
Beau took his cell phone and stepped out on the balcony. Harley was taking a shower. And while he would love to have joined her, he wanted to be sure not to mess up his progress. Taking a chance that he could get hold of Dane Wagner, he placed a call. It seemed odd to confer with another man on his sex life, but here goes.
“Dr. Wagner’s answering service. May I help you?”
“Yes, Ma’am. This is Beau LeBlanc and I’d like a word with Dr. Wagner, if he’s available.”
“Certainly, Mr. LeBlanc. He left word that your calls should be put through.” In a few seconds, Dane was on the line.
“Beau? How is the trip going?”
“Good, so far. We have made some headway. Like you suggested, I got her to touch me and – well, I . . .”
“She brought you to orgasm?”
Clinical devil, Beau thought. He wondered what kind of a sex life the sex therapist had. “It didn’t take much. I’m putty in her hand.” Then he laughed. “That didn’t sound right.”
“I got your drift. Good.” They shared a man moment. “I’m glad. How did she react to your climax? Did she become aroused?”
It bugged the shit out of Beau to talk about Harley with another man. “Yea, I recognized a few signs of arousal.” Be damned, if he would tell the Doc her nipples got as hard as little rocks.
“Sounds like you’re on the right track. Just take it slow – I can’t emphasize that enough – take it slow.” Beau could almost swear he could hear the good doctor grinning. “And keep me posted.”
Beau grumbled as he folded his phone. “You won’t know any more than I have to tell you, you bastard. Beau LeBlanc does not like to share.”
Harley slipped out of the bathroom. How did one go about seducing a sexy man like Beau? She, who had no experience, weighed her options. The first thing that came to mind was sexy clothes, but she had on the sexiest thing she possessed. The only other thing she could think of was going up to Beau and touching him, showing him what she wanted – but since she didn’t know what that was, that idea didn’t hold water either. Maybe she could just talk to him, yeah – that sounded good.
When Beau stepped back into the room and pulled the French doors shut, he saw a vision waiting on him. She wore a short midnight blue nightgown. It was demure by most standards, but on her little goddess body, it was perfection. “How beautiful you are.” He stood still, waiting to see what she would do. The bed was right there. It was a massive king size filled with soft pillows and the color of the spread was a suggestive deep burgundy – the color of passion.
“Thank you.” He had pulled on a pair of lounge pants. No shirt. No shoes or socks. He looked good enough to eat. But as she stood there, she felt her courage dissipate like air being let slowly out of a balloon. Perhaps, she’d better not push it. It had been a banner day for major steps forward in the intimacy department – and asking for more was just being greedy. “I want to sleep in your arms tonight – just sleep. Would that be okay?”
“That’s just fine.” One miracle a day was enough for him. “To have you in my arms – at any time – in any way you’ll allow is heaven.”
She was back in his bed, after sixteen years, she was back in his bed. If she closed her eyes, it was almost as if no time had passed. Beau held her as if she were of great value. It made her want to cry. He was so warm and she felt so safe. How different life could have been if they had never been separated. Just like the last time, she half laid on his big body. Her head was on his shoulder and she was cradled in his arms. The events of the last few hours were overwhelming; she had no idea that a man could be so gentle. Tender feelings of love and hope unfurled in Harley’s heart and, unbidden, tears began to flow.
Beau was exploring uncharted territory for him. Here he lay – wanting to make love to this woman more than anything, and knowing it wasn’t going to happen – not yet, anyway. And he was still happier than he could ever remember being. They had made progress, undoubtedly. So, when her body began to shake with tight little sobs, he reacted. “Baby? What is it, Darling?” Tilting her face up to his, he traced the pattern of tears on her face. Light from the bathroom gave the room a soft glow. “Why are you crying?”
He had such a dear face. She cupped his cheek and tried to be honest. “I can’t believe you are being so understanding and tender about all of this. Why are you doing that?”
“Why? Simple. I’m in this for the long haul, Nada. The reward for my patience and care is – you. Don’t you understand that? You are the prize. You are the unexpected gift that has taken my heart by storm. To me, your value is far above rubies. You are my heart.”
Beau’s sincere outpouring of love enveloped Harley in peace and happiness. She pressed her lips to his chest and kissed him. There was just so much of him to love, she smiled through her tears. Especially that part – she could feel his massive erection nestled between them. Feeling unusually bold, she slid a hand to her goal, and whispered. “Can we? Do you want to?”
