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Why did he have to choose one or the other? Couldn’t he do both? And could he hear her pulse pounding, or was it only in her head?

“Fingers first, I think,” Beau said. “Then lips. Unless you have a preference? You’re being uncharacteristically quiet.”

That’s because words were bouncing around in her head like bumper cars—yes! and please! and both!—and refusing to hook up and form sentences.

Beau raised an eyebrow. “No opinion?”

He trailed a calloused finger across her collarbone and slipped the strap of the teddy down her shoulder. Alice’s instincts were to cover her breasts before they were completely exposed, but she kept her arms at her sides. She wanted to let Beau uncover her. And look at her . . .

The nylon lace of the teddy hung up on a very hard and perky nipple, and he seemed to like that. He let it rest there for a second before very slowly pulling it down, dragging the abrasive material over her sensitive skin.

Alice broke out in goose bumps. All over. There were apparently neural pathways from the nipples to everywhere in your body. Because she was lit up from head to toe.

Both nipples were exposed, and Beau was staring. “God. They’re perfect,” he whispered.

Breasts came in all shapes and sizes, and there was no standard of perfection. But Alice wasn’t going to argue. Her perfectly average breasts were very much in need of Beau’s attention. He trailed his fingers across them, up and down the sides. Across the tops and around the areolas. But he didn’t touch her nipples, and she was dying for him to. They were sensitive, even to her own touch. What would if feel like when Beau—

He seemed to read her mind and rubbed his rough, calloused palms gently over her nipples, making her gasp and squeeze her thighs together. She lost all train of conscious thought as her body became a mass of nerve endings and pleasure receptors. “Oh, Beau,” she whispered.

Beau dropped his head and kissed her neck. “You like that?”

She liked it so much, she couldn’t formulate a response.

Beau kissed down to her collarbone and then lower. Alice rose on her toes, trying to get her breasts closer to his mouth, and then she felt it. A single lick.

Ecstasy. She’d tried to imagine what it would feel like so many times, and she had a pretty good imagination. But she’d missed the boat. This felt better than anything she’d ever imagined. She moaned in delight as Beau flicked her nipple gently before taking the entire thing in his mouth and sucking. Her vagina clenched in response. She hadn’t known that could even happen without clitoral stimulation.

So far, sex with a partner was definitely better than solo good times.

Beau went to the other breast and gave it the same attention, and Alice couldn’t stay still. In fact, her pelvis seemed to have a mind of its own and was seeking Beau’s hard thigh. Or any part of him, really. It just needed some friction.

Beau appeared to sense her need, and while he gently sucked and flicked her nipple, his fingers trailed down her belly.

She shivered and trembled, enjoying the anticipation of what it was actually going to feel like when he touched her—

His fingers went between her legs, slipping through the opening in the crotchless panties, going right to her sensitive flesh that had never been touched by fingers other than her own. “Beau,” she whispered. “Oh, Beau.”

Beau jerked his head up and away from her breast as he removed his hand. “I’m so sorry, Allie. I didn’t mean to touch you like that.”

He didn’t? Why not? God, had he felt something weird? Something unexpected? Was she literally deformed and hadn’t known it? His touch had been so utterly thrilling and perfect that she hadn’t wanted him to stop.

“I just meant to touch you through the fabric,” Beau said. “I would never just, you know, barge in there like that.”

He hadn’t exactly barged in. “Oh, well—”

“And I think you have a hole in your underwear,” he added.

“They’re crotchless panties,” she said.

Beau raised an eyebrow. Then he smiled. “Really?”

“Yes.”

“Where on earth did you . . .” He shook his head. “Never mind. It doesn’t matter. And you’re sure you didn’t mind that I touched you like that? Without asking?”

If she’d been turned on before, she was about to explode now. Beau Montgomery, a small-town, big-ranch cowboy who’d never been out of the state of Texas, fully grasped the concept of consent. And it was because he was good. Big-hearted, kind, and sensitive. That was Beau through and through.

There couldn’t possibly be a better person to lose her—

To have this experience with.

“I want you to touch me everywhere,” she whispered.

He placed his fingers back where they were. “How about here?” he asked, keeping his eyes on hers as his fingers brushed her panties, seeking the slit in the crotch. They both sighed when his fingers slipped in, parting her labia and caressing her sensitive flesh.

“Yes,” she sighed.

“Is your clit sensitive?” he asked, rubbing his thumb over it gently and making Alice moan. “And yes, Miss Martin. I know where it is. Even with my eyes closed.”

Oh, did he ever. Alice rotated her hips, first one way, and then the other, trying to get him to apply pressure in just the right spot.

Nearly half of all men couldn’t properly identify the clitoris on a diagram. More than that couldn’t find it on an actual woman, and most didn’t know what to do with it if they did.

She sighed as her vagina clenched again.

Beau Montgomery was not most men.

Chapter

Twenty-Four

Beau willed himself to slow down. This was a moment that he’d dreamed of. Actually, it was more than a moment. It was an event. A dream come true. Only what he’d dreamed of had been a teenage fantasy. What was actually happening was so much better.

He brought his fingers to his mouth for a quick taste, and it made him weak at the