Easy Magic (Boudreaux #5)

And it feels fantastic.

Not to mention, I can’t keep my hands off of him. My fingertips drag up and down his arm, and after a moment, he presses a sweet kiss to the base of my neck, then higher, just below my hairline.

Cue the shivers.

“Good morning,” he whispers, just as his hand starts a journey of its own, traveling first up over my breast, making the already semi-hard nipple pucker right up. He tweaks it gently twice, and then his hand glides down my side to my hip. He grips me firmly and pushes his hard cock against my ass suggestively.

“Someone’s happy to see me this morning,” I murmur with a sleepy smile. He bites my earlobe and slips his hand over my belly and then lower, where I’m already wet and ready for him.

“I’m always happy to see you,” he whispers and slips his fingers over my clit and down to my slick lips. “And it looks like it’s reciprocated.”

“Mm.”

He rolls me onto my back and latches onto my nipple, sucking in tiny pulses, exactly the way he does to my clit.

It drives me out of my fucking mind.

His hand is playing my core like an instrument, and I can’t handle it. My world splits in two with a beautiful orgasm, surprising me.

Before my feet are firmly back on solid ground, Beau covers me, slips on protection, and slides inside me. He stops when he’s balls-deep and stares down at me with more than just lust in his whiskey colored eyes.

He loves me.

I don’t have to read his mind to see it. To feel it. It’s coming off of him in waves as he begins to move his hips, taking us both on the ride of our lives.

I grip his shoulders, digging my nails into his smooth skin, and arch my back, needing to feel him even deeper.

“More,” I murmur.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he replies, and I smile up at him.

“You’re not going to hurt me.” I lean up to kiss him, then bite his lower lip. “And if you do, well…a little pain never killed anyone.”

He cocks a brow and moves faster, and much deeper, making me gasp.

“You like it a little rough, baby?”

“Sometimes,” I reply and squeeze his ass, inviting him even deeper. “And I fucking love the way you feel.”

“I love your dirty mouth,” he says and grips both of my wrists in his big hand, pinning them over my head. “But I want you to tell me if it’s ever too much.”

“Deal.”

He grins and moves harder, watching my face with every thrust for any discomfort, but it doesn’t hurt at all.

It’s so goddamn good.

Everything about this, every time, is just amazing.

Also, I’m not sure I could tell you my name right now.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he groans and finally closes his eyes in pleasure. “I can’t get enough of you.”

“I love your mouth, too,” I say, panting. “Beau?”

“Yes, baby.”

“Flip us over.”

He frowns down at me, but I push against his shoulder, and he rolls to his back, staying inside me as I plant my knees and begin to ride him like fucking crazy. He plants his hands on my hips and holds on tightly.

“So good,” I moan. My hands are braced on his chest as I grind down hard, loving the depth with this position.

“Jesus, Mallory, slow down.”

“I can’t.” I shake my head and keep the pace, my hips moving fast, my muscles squeezing around him. I want to tell him I love him, but all I can do is show him.

“Mal, I’m gonna—”

He sits up, wraps his arms around my back, and kisses me fucking mad as I bear down on him and we come at the same time, staring into each other’s eyes.

“Damn,” he murmurs, resting his forehead against mine.

“Yeah.”

“As soon as I can feel my body, I’ll get out of bed.”

I smirk. “You can’t feel your whole body?”

“No. I’m pretty sure I just had an out-of-body experience.”

I kiss him and slip off of him, then collapse onto my back so I can catch my breath.

“Do you want breakfast?” he asks.

“Sure.”

“What do you have down there that I can fix us?”

I cringe. “I might have a jar of pickles.”

He stops scratching the sexy stubble on his cheek and stares at me for at least three seconds. “That’s it?”

“I’m hardly here for meals,” I reply. “I guess I’m going to have to start keeping some food here.”

“Maybe some staples,” he says, and just as I’m about to roll away, he tugs me back into his arms and hugs me close. I can hear his heart, still beating hard. He kisses my forehead, and then my cheek, and there it is again: love.

I swear he’s going to tell me he loves me.

Am I ready for this?

Fuck yes, I’m ready for this!

He drags his knuckles gently down my cheek, and suddenly, he jerks back, shouting in pain.

“What the hell?”

Binx has jumped on his shoulder, digging his claws in so he wouldn’t fall. I reach out and pull the kitten to me.

“Bad kitty.”

Meow.

“I forgot all about him,” Beau mumbles, and just like that, the moment’s gone. “Let’s get ready for the day, and I’ll take you out to breakfast.”

“Okay.” I nuzzle the kitten’s face. “Are you hungry too, Binx? Come on, baby, I’ll feed you.”

“I’ve never been jealous of anyone before,” Beau says, an odd look on his face.

“What could you possibly be jealous of now?” I ask.

“That damn cat,” he says, scowling. I crack up laughing, still holding Binx to me.

“Come on, Binx.” I kiss his furry face and carry him out of the room, still naked. “I’ll feed you.”

“I’m smacking your ass for that later!”

“Promises, promises,” I reply.

***

“These purple wedges are awesome,” Gabby says later that week. We are at Charly’s shoe shop, trying on shoes and getting ready to go out for happy hour. “Are these new?”

“I’ve had them for about a month,” Charly replies and reaches for another pair of wedges, in red this time. “Look at these beauties.”

“I have those,” Kate says and lowers her growing frame in a nearby chair. “They’re super comfortable, and I can even wear them pregnant.”

“Which means I should be able to wear them around the inn,” Gabby says with a smile. “How are you feeling, Kate?”

“I’m told that I’m going to survive this,” she says and pats her belly. “But I have my doubts. My ankles are the size of tree trunks.”

“I remember those days,” Gabby says with a wince. “It sucks. But don’t worry, after the baby is born, it won’t happen anymore.”

“I have two whole months left of this,” Kate says and looks up at us with tears in her beautiful green eyes. “Did you hear me? Two. Months.”

“Okay,” Callie says and squats next to her, patting her hand. “I know it feels like it’s going to be forever, but it’s not. It’s going to be here so fast, and then you’re going to have her here in your arms.”