A Perfect Fit (3 page)

          Her knees buckled when his finger glided between her swollen pussy lips and over her throbbing clit. Marissa would have sunk to the floor had it not been for the strength in Beau’s arms. He easily held her on her feet and pushed her up against the very wall he’d held her against earlier. Careful not to crush her, he sandwiched Marissa between him and the wall and continued to finger her. Going in deep.

          “Oh God!” She bit down on her bottom lip to keep from crying out, trembling wildly. When was the last time she’d felt anything half as good, or as satisfying? Having a man’s warm finger manipulate her clit and fuck her pussy didn’t compare to a cold, unbending dildo. The only thing that could top it would be having his cock inside her.

          Her orgasm quickly built. Marissa felt it spiraling through her body like a fast running river out of control, felt the telltale signs that told her there was no turning back. She was about to climax. She began to move her hips faster, straining to reach the pinnacle of pleasure that equaled nothing else. Her breathing picked up speed, as his had. Her moans escalated, and then his hand was gone. Her eyes bolted open with disbelief. Before she could stop it, a groan of protest erupted.
No!

          Beau moved his mouth to her shoulder. He kissed his way up her collarbone, beneath the fall of her hair against her neck and jaw line, and then turned her around so he could take her mouth. He kissed her long and hard, and sucked on her tongue as it thrust against his, all the while pushing his hips against her, his hands shaping and caressing her full breasts. He pinched her nipples, turning her wild.

          Marissa’s hands worked frantically to undo his belt buckle and zipper, with only one all-consuming thought on her crazed mind. She wanted him to fuck her. An overwhelming need controlled her actions and drove her impatient. Finally she worked it free, unsnapped his jeans, and lowered the zipper carefully over his raging cock. Without hesitation or protest she reached inside for his flesh.

          His thick cock was hot and as hard as steel. Marissa ran her hand over the length to the base. She caressed his heavy balls, relishing in the shudder that racked Beau’s body. God, she wanted him inside her! She tugged on him and arched her hips so that she could rub his flesh against her clit. She was so close to coming.

          Beau jerked to a halt. Their gazes met. His expression was raw, revealing the lust gripping him. Marissa couldn’t imagine hers looked any different. She gave his cock a squeeze and continued to rub the head between her pussy lips. Nothing seemed to matter at that moment, not where they were, not that they were strangers. They were caught up in the moment, driven by a need that seemed to come out of nowhere, so strong that it wouldn’t be denied. It was bigger than either of them.

          His mouth swooped down on hers and Marissa opened hers to his probing tongue. She welcomed his rough possession. Everything he did fueled her desire to higher levels, until she was trembling and burning up with it. When he ended the kiss, his mouth traveled down her throat and chest to her breasts. He cupped the heavy flesh and brought it to his lips.

          She threw her head back against the wall as he sucked and nibbled at her nipples. Marissa’s aching clit clenched with reaction.
Damn, he’s going to make me come just by sucking my nipples.

          He tore his mouth away from her breasts. “There’s a condom in my wallet.” He sucked at a tender spot beneath Marissa’s ear. “Inside my right back pocket.” His hips moved back and forth, forcing his cock against her sensitive clit. “You better make it quick.”

          Marissa reached around him and dug into his pocket for his wallet. She slid it out, opened it, and felt blindly for the familiar foiled packet. The wallet fell to the floor. Beau took the packet from her fingers and tore it open with his teeth. Marissa took it back from him and rolled it onto his shaft, and then he took her by the hips.

          “Hold on.”

          She caught her breath when he lifted her. Their gazes met and held as he slowly lowered her onto his cock. She cried out softly as he tunneled into her, stretching her, and settling deep inside her body. Their lips met as Beau began to pound into her, slow at first, then picking up speed and pushing them both over the threshold. To keep from screaming when she climaxed Marissa sank her teeth into his shoulder. He grunted at the pain but it seemed to drive him over the edge.

          Almost simultaneously, Beau clutched Marissa to him. He slammed into her one last time, grunting with his release. The force of their combined orgasms rendered them helpless. All they could do was twitch and jerk against each other, letting the powerful moment run its course. Gradually the convulsions of her body slowed and with it, the sensual fog lifted enough for her to realize the magnitude of what she’d just done.

Chapter 3

          Beau leaned heavily into Marissa, totally drained. As he labored to catch his breath and calm his body down, he took stock of what had just happened. Not once in his thirty-five years had he ever reacted so quickly to a woman, or fucked her after knowing her less than ten minutes. He was surprised at himself for losing control. Hell, he was there to do a job. And so far, he’d broken his one hard fast rule-you didn’t mess around with the client.

          Well, there was nothing he could do to change that now. Marissa was beautiful, hot, and had a mind of her own. She’d pushed his buttons as if she knew him, and Beau wasn’t going to kid himself into thinking that she hadn’t known what she was doing. For reasons only she understood, she’d wanted him as much as he’d wanted her.

          He sucked a deep breath into his smoke free lungs, wishing for the cigarettes he’d given up six months before. The air was thick with the scent of sex, warm and musky and very identifiable. With his nose pressed into Marissa’s soft hair, he could also smell the light scent of her flowery shampoo.

          A low grunt escaped him as his cock softened and slipped out of her body. When she twitched slightly, he smiled. Then it dawned on Beau that he was still holding her pinned against the wall, her feet dangling a few inches off the floor. Slowly he let her slide down. He pulled back to meet the glitter of her eyes.

          “I hope you don’t think I’m in the habit of doing things like this all the time.”

          Confusion filled her pretty eyes, and then amusement. “Isn’t that my line? I’ve never done anything like this, ever. I don’t know what got into me.”

          Beau couldn’t help the grin spreading across his face. After a few seconds, it dawned on her what she’d said. The blush that came over her face revealed her embarrassment. He looked around the small room until his gaze fell on a robe over the back of a chair. Without taking his eyes off Marissa, he stepped back and reached for it.

          “Thank you.”

          She clutched it to the front of her. Beau swung around to give her some time to slip into it. He reached down and took care of the condom before tucking his deflated, well-loved cock back into his pants, then zipped up and buckled his belt.

          “I hope you don’t think this changes my mind about letting you go, Mr. Evans.”

          The woman was stubborn. He turned back to her. She was tying the sash to the robe, just beneath her full rounded breasts. “We’ve already had this conversation. And under the circumstances, don’t you think we’re on a first name basis?”

          Marissa slapped her hands on her hips. The action caused the robe to part slightly between her breasts. His gaze automatically went to the dark cleavage there. He pushed aside the memory of rolling her hard nipples with his tongue. Her slight huff caused Beau to raise his gaze. Her pretty lips were pressed in obvious irritation. What did she expect? They’d just had one hot fuck session, and he was a boob man. Especially when they were big, round, and lickable.

          “I think under the circumstances you should leave.”

          He had to give her credit. She didn’t back down easily. And she had more spunk than common sense.

          “I doubt Kirk will continue to pay you when he learns of the liberties you’ve taken with me.”

          He ignored her comment, which more or less held him to blame. “I believe his exact words were, ‘Do whatever it takes to keep Marissa safe. I don’t care if you have to handcuff her to you. I don’t want her out of your sight until this killer is caught.’” He paused to take a breath. “And you wanted my dick inside you as much as I did.”

          Her pretty jaw dropped, but it was clear she was speechless. He reached forward and with a finger beneath her chin, closed her mouth. She jerked her face away. Beau made the mistake of chuckling at her show of defiance, underestimating her. He didn’t see the hand coming his way until it was nearly too late.

          His fingers wrapped around her wrist just before her hand connected with his jaw. For a moment, they played tug of war, but Beau refused to let her go. She couldn’t win against him and for some reason he was enjoying the exchange. Touching Marissa again so soon, for any reason, was fueling the fire in his blood again, and at an alarming rate.
What the fuck is the matter with me?

          She gasped and gave one hard pull. “Do you mind?”

          Beau pulled back just as sharply, until her body was flush against his. Their gazes clashed. “Are you sure you want to continue this? You won’t win against me. I’m here to protect you.”

          “Who’s going to protect me from you?” She snapped, rubbing her wrist when he let her go.

          “You should have thought of that before you seduced me out on the runway.”

          She had the nerve to look shocked. “Excuse me?”

          “Don’t play innocent with me, lady. You knew exactly what you were doing out there. For all you knew I was the killer. But that didn’t stop you from making eye contact with me, pursing those pretty lips, and putting that little extra bounce in your step.”

          “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

          Then why was she suddenly blushing? Beau shrugged. “I know when a woman’s coming on to me.”

          “If you don’t mind, I’d like to dress. I have a dinner engagement and I’m starved.” She opened the door and looked at him expectedly.

          Beau glanced at the parade of people walking in the hallway past the door. So she thought she could dismiss him, just like that? He had a feeling Marissa was used to calling the shots. She’s going to learn soon enough that she’s met her match. For now, he was willing to humor her. After he left the room, he heard the door close behind him. He leaned against the opposite wall, crossed his arms, and waited for her highness to emerge. 

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          Releasing a sigh of relief, Marissa leaned against the door. Beau Evans was going to be trouble. But she couldn’t deny the instant, hot attraction between them. She
had
been coming on to him on the runway, he’d been right about that. As soon as they’d made eye contact, she’d flirted with him shamelessly, knowing she was safe and that it wouldn’t go anywhere.

         
Huh! Little did I know.
But one thing was certain-the man knew how to fuck a woman. The after effects were lingering in a pleasurable way.

          She untied the belt, let the robe fall to the floor, and then turned toward the mirror. Her hands moved up to her breasts. They were tender to the touch. A tingle in her nipples reminded Marissa of what Beau’s mouth had felt like when he’d been loving them with his teeth and tongue, tweaking them with his fingers. Her flesh was a little red where his whiskers had chafed her.

          Remembering what his cock felt like ramming into her body produced a warm rush of renewed excitement inside Marissa’s body. She squeezed her thighs against the itch there, trying to get the image of them fucking out of her mind. She was used to missionary style, but the muscles in Beau’s arms weren’t just for show. He was as strong as he looked. He’d lifted and held her against the wall without much effort. She smiled.  

          She went to the wardrobe where her clothes were hanging and yanked them out. It didn’t take her long to slip into her lacey underwear, jeans, and a sweater top. Marissa was low maintenance, in spite of being a model by profession. When she wasn’t working, she dressed down. She liked easy and comfortable. After fluffing her hair, she grabbed her purse and opened the door.

          It was quiet and there was no one else in the hall but Beau, looking big and tall and standing guard like a castrated eunuch. Their eyes met. Marissa took note of the humor swimming in his sexy gaze. Then his gaze dropped down her body leisurely, igniting a slow smolder of awareness inside her. Her nipples peaked as she felt a renewed tingle between her legs. He turned her on too damn fast. What’s more, his expression said he knew what he was doing to her.

          Marissa turned and headed toward the exit door.

          “So where are we meeting your dinner date?”  

          Beau was right behind her. She wished she could tell him it was a real date. And not just an old friend from college. But then, what kind of woman would that make her if she did have a real date? “
We
aren’t meeting anyone.” She punched the button to the ground floor. “
I’m
meeting an old college friend.”