Make You Remember

by Macy Beckett

  At the gentle tug of suction, she gasped and bowed back for more. Beau gave it to her, sucking hard and deep before using his teeth to scrape each pebbled tip. When he raised his head to admire the wet peaks of her swollen breasts, Devyn’s eyes were clenched shut, and a deep patch of color stained her cheeks. Still holding to the headboard, she pressed her thighs together and murmured, “Beau.”

  He’d taken some hard blows to the chest during his time with the marines, but nothing rocked him like the sound of his name on Devyn’s tongue. Nothing on earth. He watched her writhe in need, and it fed his own desire. He didn’t want to tease Devyn or make her beg. Tonight was different. He wanted to give her everything he had, to make her climax until she drowned with pleasure.

  “Open your legs,” he ordered. When her thighs trembled slowly apart, he ordered, “All the way.”

  She spread wide open for him, and Beau sat up to appreciate the thatch of dark curls between her thighs. He turned his gaze lower, to the delicate folds where she glistened with arousal.

  “I love making you wet,” he said. “When I see how badly you want me, it makes me so hot I can’t think straight.”

  Gently, he stroked the core of her, letting his fingers slip and slide over her heated cleft until she mewled and opened even wider for him. He slid a finger inside, groaning at the satiny resistance of her entrance, so hot and tight. He couldn’t wait to feel it clenching around his erection. He pulled out and added a second finger, then pumped her slowly, purposely avoiding her swollen bundle of nerves while he watched her chest heave with ragged breaths. Only when she’d soaked the sheet beneath her bottom did he press his thumb to her clitoris.

  Devyn cried out. So he did it again.

  “Do you want to come now?” he asked.

  She licked her lips and nodded furiously.

  He sat between her thighs and used both hands in tandem, one spreading her folds and massaging her stiff bud while with the other, he plunged his fingers deep inside, stretching and twisting and driving her toward the edge. When her orgasm hit, she tensed her thighs, lifting her hips off the mattress and giving him an erotic view of the whole thing. Beau could see the muscles of her sex contracting around his drenched fingers, and he damned near lost his mind.

  “Fuck,” he muttered. It was the hottest experience of his life.

  He couldn’t wait to feel it again, this time on his tongue. As soon as her inner walls stopped pulsing, he positioned himself flat on the bed with his face between her thighs. Then without hesitation, he lapped at her sensitive flesh.

  Devyn drew a sharp breath, but she didn’t ask him to stop. After a few moments, she relaxed again and gave a sigh of contentment. “I can’t believe how good that feels,” she said on a strained breath. “Please don’t stop.”

  There was no chance of that happening. He couldn’t believe how good she tasted, like salted caramel and raw sex, and he wouldn’t have stopped for all the secrets of the universe. He used his tongue to delve deep before tracing the outline of her swollen bud, then repeated the pattern until she moaned and arched her hips against his willing mouth. When her throaty cries grew pleading, he sucked her hard while pushing his fingers inside her, and she climaxed again in a burst of wet heat. He kept going until the very last shudder passed through her. Only then did he consider his own needs.

  Panting, Beau pushed onto all fours and looked down at her damp thighs. Devyn was primed and dripping, more than ready to take all of him in one hard thrust. His jock throbbed, and he tugged off his briefs. He had to be inside her—now.

  But when he lowered himself between her legs, she released the headboard and pushed a weak hand to his chest. “Just a minute,” she said.

  “Honey, unless the room’s on fire”—and probably not even then—“I can’t wait any longer.”

  Understanding dawned in her eyes, and she wrapped her fingers around his erection. She stroked him from tip to base, easing his agony with a firm grip. “It’s my turn. I want to taste you.”

  Beau shook his head. It was too late for that.

  “Please,” she asked while squeezing him. “We’ve got all night. Let me get on my knees for you.” She licked her lips and whittled away at his resolve. “Then tell me what to do. I liked that.”

  “Shit,” he hissed. She wasn’t making it easy to say no. The idea of Devyn’s lips wrapped around him, his commands turning her on as she slid her mouth up and down his shaft, was too tempting to resist. He drew a deep breath to regain control, then sat on the edge of the bed with his feet resting on the floor. Pointing to the carpet, he told her, “Down here.”

  In the languid movements of a highly satisfied woman, she slipped off the bed and knelt on the floor with her little feet tucked beneath her. When she peeked up at him through her lashes and awaited instructions, she was the perfect combination of innocence and siren. It was like a scene ripped straight from his fantasies.

  “Grab me at the base,” he told her in a husky voice he barely recognized as his own. She curled a palm around him, and he ordered, “Tighter.”

  She strengthened her grip, and a bead of arousal rose to the surface. She glanced at it and back to him with a question in her eyes, so he gave her permission with a nod.

  Her tongue swept a hot trail over the head, and then she sucked his tip hard enough to tear a groan from Beau’s throat. He had no patience for taunting licks, so he told her to take him fully into her mouth, and she did—with gusto.

  The blazing, liquid glide of her lips was perfection. With each dip, she took him so deeply that he bumped the back of her throat. Then she rose, inch by inch, up the length of him using fierce suction. The tight press of her mouth sated the ache between his legs, and for the next several minutes, he threaded a hand in her hair to guide her movements, keeping the rhythm slow and the pressure hard because he had no intention of coming in her mouth tonight.

  “That’s enough,” Beau eventually told her. “Get back on the bed.” He wanted more than simple pleasure. He wanted everything.

  A renewed desire shone in Devyn’s gaze when she settled on the mattress and held out her arms. Beau didn’t have to tell her to look at him. Her eyes remained fixed on his as he lowered between her dampened thighs and settled atop her, supporting his weight on one elbow. He kissed her swollen lips and whispered, “Wrap your legs around me.”

  Her smooth calves locked around his waist, and he cupped her cheek, waiting for the emotional connection she’d denied him over the past week. It came gradually, a softening behind her gaze that deepened with each of their shared heartbeats, until she laced both arms around his neck and regarded him with a familiar tenderness he hadn’t seen in years. It shook him, down to his very foundation.

  “There you are,” he whispered against her lips, and thrust into her.

  She gasped, lashes lowering to her cheeks.

  Beau clenched his jaw to trap a groan.

  God, the pleasure. There was no comparison.

  She was a liquid furnace, gripping him inside and out as he pulled back and rocked into her. Each slippery stroke drove him halfway to insanity, but then she opened her eyes again and grounded him. Surrendered to him. Their breathing mingled, and their bodies moved together in flawless synchronization while she gazed at him in awe.

  “I missed this,” he told her. “God, I missed it so much.”

  Her eyes went misty, and she finally admitted, “I did, too. I missed you, Beau.”

  Just like that, he was a goner. If there was any piece of his heart he’d set aside for safekeeping, she owned it now. She owned all of him, destroyed him with nothing more than a few words and a soft gaze.

  He drove into her with a new fury, as if he could join them forever if he plunged deep enough. She matched his every thrust, rolling her hips and squeezing him with her inner muscles as the tension built to the point of no return. Her moans grew strangled in a way that told him she’d climax at any moment.

  “Stay with me,” he panted. “Look at m
e when I make you come.”

  Half delirious, she nodded and kept their eyes locked. When her inner walls began to spasm, he slammed into her and let go, and they flew over the edge with a mingled cry of release. In that moment of shared ecstasy, Beau could swear that he saw into her soul.

  He’d never felt anything like it.

  When they came back down, he refused to release her—not even to turn off the bedroom light. If he had his way, he’d never let her go again. Rotating them to the side, he held her tightly in his arms, and they lay like that until sleep took them.

  • • •

  At several points during the night, they awoke to make love again—first in the bed, and then in the shower, and finally on the plush armchair before returning to the bed. Each time, Beau had demanded real intimacy from Devyn, and to his surprise, she didn’t object. She gave herself to him freely, and by the sun’s first rays, they were so tangled up in each other that Beau couldn’t tell where she ended and he began.

  The faint glow emanating from the window told Beau it was nearly time to get up, and a glance at the bedside alarm clock confirmed it. He muttered a curse and buried his nose in Devyn’s curls, which smelled of his shampoo. It made him smile. He enjoyed the lingering evidence that she’d stayed here and used his things.

  Used him in every way imaginable.

  But that wasn’t really true. She hadn’t used him, not like before. What they’d shared last night was more than sex, and he couldn’t wait to do it again. He loved waking up with her sleepy head resting on his chest and her faint snuffles punctuating the silence. And taking her whenever he wanted was pretty damned sweet, too. He’d had a perpetual woody since she’d knocked on his door in those flimsy pajamas.

  Even now, after a night of erotic gluttony, he was stiff and growing more engorged by the second. To relieve the pressure, he thrust against Devyn’s thigh, but it wasn’t enough. Luckily for both of them, they had a little time to play.

  Careful not to wake her, he teased her nipple through the bed sheet—a light circling of his thumb that puckered her to a tight point—while he bent to kiss her ear. When she woke up, he wanted her already wet and throbbing. It didn’t take long before he got his wish. Devyn came to with a soft moan and rocked against his hip.

  “Mornin’,” he said against her temple.

  “Mmm.” Her greeting was more of a purr. She propped her chin on his chest and blinked at him with a smile that melted every organ inside his body. “What time is it?”

  Beau turned her to the side and settled close behind, then reached between her legs to stroke her with nothing but his fingertips. He was greeted with slick heat, and his chest rumbled in response. “Early enough,” he said, thrusting against her gorgeous ass.

  She made a lusty noise and guided his other hand to her breast. “You’re a machine, Dumont.”

  He nibbled her shoulder and asked around his teeth, “Is that a problem?”

  “There are no problems,” she said while grinding her bottom against him. “Only opportunities.”

  Beau chuckled to himself. He’d said that to her during the first trying days in the education center. But he didn’t want to think about work right now, not when he had a raging hard-on and Devyn’s writhing body begging to take it all in.

  “Open your legs for me,” he murmured, tugging her outside knee.

  When she parted her thighs, he nudged the tip of his erection inside and played at her entrance, feeding her desire with shallow strokes while he tickled her clitoris. He imagined she’d be tender this morning, and he didn’t want to slam into her like an animal. So he let her set the pace, holding still while she backed onto his shaft one gentle inch at a time. When she was nearly seated at the base, he wrapped an arm around her and thrust deep.

  Beau grunted as every nerve ending between his legs crackled alive. The sensations were almost too much to bear—the silken texture of Devyn’s sex, her luscious scent, the breathy sounds of arousal rising from her throat. He held her closer and rode her faster, working her with his fingers because he wasn’t going to last.

  Her whimpers built to a cry of ecstasy as her secret muscles quaked around him. He followed her over the edge in a heart-stopping climax that left him slick with sweat and heaving for breath.

  “God damn,” he whispered once his voice had returned. “I swear it gets better every time.”

  Unable to speak, Devyn moaned in agreement.

  The alarm beeped from the bedside table, and Beau silenced it with the side of his fist. He didn’t want to leave the haven of this bed, but they’d never make it out of his suite if they didn’t hit the shower soon. If past events were any indication, he’d be hard again in five minutes.

  “Come on.” He pushed to a sitting position and glanced down at her. She was sprawled on her back with a blush on her cheeks and a sheen of satisfaction in her eyes, her curly hair fanning across his pillow. It was a damned fine sight. “Let’s get cleaned up, then grab some coffee.”

  Devyn groaned with a pouty lower lip, then broke into a stretch that arched her back off the mattress. Her nipples tightened, and Beau felt the hitch low in his gut. Jesus, she was too sexy for her own good. Maybe they had time for one more round. . . .

  “Oh, no you don’t.” She must have read the desire on his face, because she held up a finger and scooted to the opposite side of the bed. “You’ll make us late.” She winced as she stood from the mattress. “Plus, I’m sore in places I swear didn’t exist before last night.”

  Beau couldn’t stop a prideful grin from curving his mouth. He held up both hands in surrender. “I’ll be on my best behavior.”

  “Liar.” Devyn scanned the floor for her clothes, then gathered them up. “I’m not showering with you.”

  “Aw, come on, Kitten. Don’t you want to conserve water? It’s the environmentally responsible thing to do. . . .”

  “Nice try,” she said while stepping into her panties. “But I don’t have a toothbrush or a change of clothes. It makes more sense to go back to my room while the halls are still quiet.”

  She was right, but Beau didn’t like it. “Fine. But bring some things with you when you come back tonight.”

  Devyn paused with her tank top slung around her neck. She arched one brow. “Who said I was coming back tonight?”

  Smiling, he darted up from the bed and captured her waist. He dragged her back and sank onto the mattress with her straddling his lap. Before she had a chance to wriggle free, he closed his mouth over one nipple and drew it in with gentle suction. He tugged her hips downward until her most sensitive spot brushed his, and within seconds, she was at his mercy.

  “God, you’re good,” she whispered. When he released her nipple, she tipped their foreheads together and trailed her fingers through his hair. Her blue gaze was on fire with far more than simple lust—she glowed with the possibility of second chances. “Yes, Dumont. I’ll be back.”

  Chapter 14

  Just as Devyn rounded the corner and reached her room, Ella-Claire strode out the door looking bright-eyed, bushy-tailed, and ready for the day in her crisp white purser’s uniform. The instant her gaze met Devyn’s, she gripped one hip and smiled.

  “Well, well, well,” Ella said, purposely blocking the doorway. “There’s my long lost roomie.” With a teasing shake of her head, she assessed Devyn’s wrinkled pajamas. “You naughty girl. I know the Walk of Shame when I see it. Do I even need to ask whose bed you shared last night? Or will Beau be wearing the same goofy smile as you?”

  Devyn glanced up and down the hall, relieved to find it empty. “Say it a little louder, why don’t you?” Despite her critical words, she couldn’t stop herself from laughing. A night of nonstop orgasms tended to have that effect on a girl. “I don’t think the people on the third floor heard all the dirty details.”

  All teasing stopped, and Ella-Claire pressed a heartfelt hand to her chest. “Look at you. You’re glowing.”

  Devyn didn’t doubt it. Only minutes
ago, Beau’d had her nipple in his mouth while she straddled yet another one of his impressive erections. She touched her fingers to her cheeks, feeling the heat that infused them. “I need a cool shower.”

  “That won’t help,” Ella said. “You’re in love with him.”

  Devyn’s jaw dropped.

  “Go ahead and deny it,” Ella added in challenge. “But I won’t believe a word. You’ve got it bad—both of you.”

  “Do me a favor and keep that talk to yourself. There’s no reason to start throwing around labels,” Devyn said as she nudged aside her nosy roommate and opened the door. “I need a shower.”

  Ella waggled her brows. “I’ll bet you do.” She waved and strode down the hall, calling over her shoulder, “I’d say see you later, but we both know you won’t be sleeping here tonight.”

  Devyn didn’t bother arguing. It was true—she would spend the night in Beau’s bed. And the night after that, and probably all foreseeable nights to come. Beau had put a force on her, stronger than a jolt of electricity and twice as hot.

  Was it love?

  Devyn didn’t know, and she didn’t particularly care. Whatever this was, she wanted more of it—for however long it lasted. Which likely wouldn’t be long, considering a Dumont man was involved. But she banished those thoughts, refusing to let them harsh her glow. She liked feeling giddy for a change, so she held on to her happiness tightly as she hopped into the shower, where she sang off-key without a care for who might overhear.

  • • •

  An hour later, she was styled to perfection, though the effects of her under-eye concealer could go only so far. She strode to the lower dining hall for a much-needed cup of coffee and stopped short at the entrance. Beau stood there waiting for her with a smile on his face and two cardboard cups in hand. His eyelids seemed heavier than usual, but the drowsy effect heightened his rugged, masculine appeal. Only he could look this hot after a night of sleep deprivation.

  It wasn’t fair.