“Beau.” She whispers my name, and her face gets so close to mine that all I see is her. Then she licks her lips, and it’s the last straw. I finally take what I’ve dreamed about.

My hands come up from her hips to her cheeks. “Baby,” I say softly, my lips almost touching hers. I kiss her lightly, and she leans in. Her hands leave the collar of my shirt to roam to my hair.

“Kiss me,” she says, and here in the dark, I kiss her. My heart speeds up, and my palms get clammy, but my lips touch hers, and it’s all over. My tongue slides with hers, tasting the sweetness of the tea. The kiss isn’t soft; it’s a kiss of passion. Her hands go through my hair and wrap around my neck, pulling me close to her as she falls into me, our mouths fighting with each other.

“Beau.” She says my name breathlessly, coming back and kissing me again. Turning her head to the side, she slides her tongue with mine again and moans. This is the kiss that I’ve been waiting for, and it’s worth it. It’s everything. My hands go from her cheeks to her hair, and I pull back just a touch to see her. Her eyes open almost as if she’s in a daze.

“Your kisses …” She runs her fingers through my hair. “Your kisses make everything better.” She brings her lips back to mine again, but this time, it’s not soft. This time, she moans into my mouth and arches her back. Her hands now slip from my hair to my shoulders, and she runs them down my back and puts them on my hips. She turns her head to the other side, deepening the kiss as her hands slip under my shirt and slowly make their way up. She lets go of my lips.

“Can we take off your shirt?” she asks. “I’ve dreamed about this for so long, touching you the way I want to.” I’m standing here almost stunned at her drunken confession. She turns now and slips her hands out. “Actually, this would be better in bed.” Her hand finds mine, and she pulls me to the stairs.

She stands on the first step and turns around. “I miss your lips.” She smiles and dips her head so I can kiss her. She nips my bottom lips, and my cock is ready. I put one arm around her waist and pick her up, wrapping her legs around my hips as I carry her upstairs. Her tongue licks mine, and the kiss is out of this world. It is so needy. When I stop beside the bed, she slips off me, and she is face-to-face with my chest. She leans in and kisses me right in the middle of my chest, then she pushes my shirt up.