Chapter 194

Beau kisses me so long and so hard, he steals the breath straight from my lungs. Since I already struggle a bit with that, I’m wheezing when he lets me come up for air.

He’s a bit sheepish as he looks at me. “Sorry.”

“I’m fine,” I say, because I don’t regret a damn thing. Beau’s kisses are worth a little lightheadedness.

Beau shakes his head. “Archer keeps stealing you away. It’s very frustrating. But now it’s my turn to make sure you are okay.”

“Oh? Are you going to check under my clothes as well?” I laugh a little, making a joke out of it.

But he just stares back at me, unabashed. I should have known that kind of joke wouldn’t work on Beau. He’s always looking for a reason to see me naked.

I roll my eyes. “You are so shameless.”

“Why shameless?” he laughs. “Did you already forget about our pact?”

I haven’t. Not all that long ago, we agreed to be friends with benefits. We’ve only taken advantage of that a few times so far.

I roll my eyes. “I haven’t even showered yet this morning.” Gods, I must smell like the back of a taxi cab. After being with Archer, he at least wiped me down. But I am still pretty grungy since the fight and rain this morning.

Beau waggles his eyebrows at me. “Well, what better time than now?” he asks.

I blink. “You aren’t suggesting…”

“Let’s shower together, Nanny.”

I have no idea how I ended up agreeing to this, not as Beau takes my hand and leads me into his room, and then his massive on suite bathroom. He reaches into his walk-in shower to turn the water on. He turns it all the way to hot.

Then he looks back at me. “Ready?” he asks.

“You have to be gentle,” I remind him.

He smirks. “Gentle is my middle name.”

I roll my eyes, though that isn’t entirely untrue. My most recent hookup with Archer aside, Beau has been the most tender of the three brothers I had been with. The others liked their games, and while Beau could like them too, and could be almost relentless in his affections during sex, it was always with a measure of sweetness.

He seems determined to set a new record for himself now. He reaches for my clothes and disrobes me one torturous piece of clothing at a time. When he’s removed one, he folds it and then places it aside, until he has a nice pile and I’m standing naked.

“Your turn,” I say, reaching for him, but he steps back, away from my grabbing hands.

“Allow me to give you a show.”

Just as slowly, as gently, he pulls off his clothes one at a time, folds them, and adds them to our growing pile. Curiously, he doesn’t make a second pile for his own clothes, but keeps them right there, mingled with my own.

It’s a wonder, I think, how different we are, how different our clothes, are but how well they fit together.

When he is as naked as I am, he holds out his hand for me, and I take it. By now the shower has been on long enough that the water is hot enough to give off steam.

Beau steps under the spray first, as if testing it before letting me enter. Slowly, I join him.

The hot water feels good, beating down onto my skin. It’s cleansing, this heat, as if it’s wiping away all the trouble from the day. My muscles immediately relax and my eyes slide closed. I turn to a happy puddle of goo, standing there. Even my ribs don’t hurt so badly.

Next thing I know, with my eyes still closed, I feel Beau massaging shampoo into my hair. He piles my hair on top of my head and then massages the shampoo into my scalp.

I let out a soft moan. Gods, it feels so good. It’s borderline erotic. I thought I was putty for the hot shower? No, I’m truly putty for this man and his talented magic hands.

He laughs at my noises. “Feel good?”

“Gods, yes,” I say, so forcefully I surprise myself. It must surprise him too, because he’s quiet for a moment, before his laugh returns again, harder than before. I can’t help but match it. I feel ridiculous.

I open my eyes then, to see his smile.

At once, I’m blown away by the sheer amount of handsome sexiness that I see on display before me.

Beau, naked, with the shower water dripping down his wide shoulders, his bare chest, his strong thighs. He’s smiling wide enough to laugh, his teeth on display. His eyes are crinkled a bit at the corners, hints to his genuine happiness.

Gods, I might hyperventilate looking at him.

I know I’m staring when he laughs, and then pushes me back so I’m more directly under the stream again. I close my eyes as the shampoo rinses from my hair.

He’s back before I can recover, for round two. This time with conditioner.

He massages it into my scalp same as before. Before he rinses that away, he lathers up a wash-cloth with pleasant smelling lavender soap.

“Hold your arms forward,” he says, and I comply. He gently massages my arms, lathering them in soap. Then has me turn so he can do my back and shoulders. He lathers up my backside and then down my legs.

“Beau,” I say, a whine in my voice, because he seems to be giving attention everywhere but to my breasts, and that’s where I want him the most.

He smirks at me when I peek open one eye. Freaking, teasing bastard knows exactly what he’s doing.

“Someone’s eager,” he says.

“I’ve waited patiently,” I say, at my limit.

“I suppose,” he says. He soaps up his hands, tosses the wash cloth aside, and then presses his hand directly onto my tits.

And yes, that’s exactly what I wanted.

He steps closer to me, gently easing me up against the wall of the shower. As he hands massage my breasts, and his thumbs flick across my nipples, he lowers his mouth over mine and steals my breath away once more.

We stay just like that, until he’s driven me out of my mind, then he steps back and pulls me under the shower head to rinse.

I’m about to be furious at him. After all this, he’s not going to finish?

I open my eyes, ready to scold him to the hells and back, only to find him giving me a devilish smirk.

“Hold onto the wall,” he says.

“What?” Did I hear him right?

But then he drops to his knees, and oh, Gods, I definitely heard him right.

He has me screaming his name in under five minutes. At six, he has the shower off, and he’s toweling me down with the same gentle attention he’s given me this whole time.

“If only showers could last all day,” I say, though my fingertips are already pruny.

He laughs so hard, his eyes crinkle again. I’m beginning to adore that about him.

He looks down at my still-naked body, licks his lips, and says, “Don’t tempt me.”