A Perfect Fit (7 page)

          He handed her a towel and she dried off. Marissa assumed the shirt hanging on the rod was the one he had brought for her. She slipped into it, buttoned a few buttons, and rolled up the sleeves. When Beau took her by the hand, she didn’t question him. Naked, he led her down the hallway to the same door he’d gone through earlier. Inside the bedroom was a huge king-size bed.

          She was so tired that by the time he pulled the covers down she wordlessly dropped onto the bed and let him cover her up. A tired sigh escaped her when her head hit the cool pillow. She closed her eyes, and that’s the last thing she remembered.

Chapter 6

          Beau was standing at the sink, looking out the window and sipping his second cup of coffee. He'd had a decent night’s sleep in the guest bedroom, but he was wound up tighter than a coiled rattlesnake, thanks to the tempting witch sleeping in his bed. There was something about Marissa that set him off like a keg of dynamite. He couldn't explain it. He either wanted to fuck her or put her over his knee and give her one good walloping.

          Well, he'd fucked the hell out of her several times. Now he had to worry about pregnancy.
Wouldn't that just be my luck?
He never, ever got involved with a client. It was a hard and fast rule of keeping business from turning into a big mess. Like this one. He took another sip of coffee, wondering if he should wake her. Kirk had phoned earlier that morning saying the police had found a suicide note left by the second model. There was no serial killer out there targeting plus-size models.

          He was officially off the job and the check was in the mail. Beau's lips turned up at that. He couldn't help thinking it had been the most pleasurable job he'd ever done. Too bad it was coming to an end, he'd like another couple of days with Marissa. She hadn't put out any fires. Hell, she'd lit his and it was still burning for her.
What am I saying? I should be glad I'm getting rid of her.
The truth was, Marissa was reaching him on a psychological level almost as strongly as she was bringing out his sexual need for her. It was something he wouldn’t mind exploring.

          “
Did you save me any coffee, cowboy?”

          Speak of the devil. Beau turned to see Marissa enter the kitchen wearing nothing but his shirt. Buttoned haphazardly, it revealed more skin than it concealed. The sight of her long legs reminded him of what they felt like wrapped around his waist when he was pounding his cock into her. Soft wisps of hair had escaped her braid, hanging around her face and neck. She looked well rested, and sexier than any woman had a right to look first thing in the morning.

          As he ate her up with his eyes, the silence grew between them. Marissa just stood there in the doorway. After a while, she put her hand on her hip, unwittingly drawing her shirt further up her shapely thigh.

          “
It's on the counter. Help yourself.” He casually took a sip of his coffee, which was cold now.

          “
Thank you,” she said, going in the direction he had motioned with his head. “I'm not human until I have my first cup.”

          Beau had put a clean cup for her next to the maker. He watched as she filled it and then took a cautious sip. He didn't know many women who drank it black. He knew it was strong, but she didn't even make a face.

          “
Hummm, this is good.” Their eyes met.

          He wondered if she was just being polite. “I hope you slept okay.” He would have liked to have been lying next to her.

          “
Your bed is very comfortable,” Marissa replied.

          Something clicked inside of Beau. He didn't recall mentioning that it was his bed. “How do you know it was my bed?” Was it his imagination or did something just flicker in her eyes?

          “
It smelled like you.” She took a sip of coffee. “I'm sorry if I put you out.”

          He shrugged. She could have slept in the guestroom, but at the time he put her to bed he had intended to sleep with her. “Figured we'd both get a lot more sleep in separate beds. Especially since you can't keep your hands off me.”

          Marissa almost choked on her coffee. “What? You're the one who can't keep your libido in check.”

          Beau grinned in the face of her flushed anger. He'd only been teasing her and it was clear Marissa took his comment to heart. After a moment of glaring at him her expression gradually softened, and light amusement turned her eyes bright.

          “
Let's be honest, cowboy. It's mutual.” Beau nodded his agreement. “So, what did you do with my clothes?”

          He'd almost forgotten about them. “I washed them. They're in the dryer right now.”

          Her brows lifted with surprise. “Thank you. Is that part of your job?” she teased.

          “
When I make it part of my job,” Beau responded. He put his empty cup down in the sink. “Would you like some breakfast?”

          “
I doubt you have what I want.”

          It was his turn to raise his brows. “Is that a challenge?”

          She realized her mistake immediately. “Let me clarify what I mean is that I usually have yogurt and a banana for breakfast. And you don't look like the yogurt and banana type.”

          “
Really? What type do I look like?” Beau grew hot inside the way Marissa's eyes were assessing him. Her smile said she knew what she was doing to him. “If you're a smart woman you'll stop looking at me that way,” he said between his teeth.

          Her soft laugh breezed through the kitchen. “I was thinking you look more like the steak-and-eggs-for-breakfast-type.”

          She was right. Only, this morning he'd made due with coffee and toast. “Sorry, you're right. All Kirk said was to make sure you had coffee in the mornings.”

          “
Kirk doesn't know everything about me.” She finished her coffee and walked toward him to the sink. Their eyes clung as she set the cup in the sink instinctively next to his. “So, what now, cowboy?”

          “
Well, if I had my way I'd take you back upstairs to my bed. But I doubt that's what you have on your mind.” Beau decided not to beat around the bush. He wanted Marissa again. The intense lust filling his blood came from nowhere, yet overwhelmed his senses to the highest levels. His cock was already turning hard with the thought of sinking into her warm, welcoming body again.

          She didn't back down. An emotion he couldn't identify flickered in her eyes. “You'd be surprised at what I have on my mind.” Her softly spoken words made Beau want to taste them on her lips.

          He was seeing a different Marissa from the spitfire he had met the night before. Was she bi-polar or something? The soft kitten with the sheathed claws standing before him was nothing like the hissing tiger he knew was waiting just beneath the surface. Yet Beau couldn't blame her for the unfriendly reaction in her dressing room, after the way he'd introduced himself. And he couldn't blame her for wanting to control her own life.

          Still, he decided to tread lightly until he knew what game she was playing. “What happened to the stubborn, opinionated woman from last night? The one ready to claw out my eyes?”

          Marissa laughed. “That was the result of too many nights without sleep, and work overload,” she explained. “I'm sorry about that. Not too many people have had the pleasure of meeting that, ah, side of me. And you survived.”

          “
Are there any other sides I need to be aware of?” He grinned.

          Marissa shook her head slowly. “I'm afraid I can get like that when I'm hungry, too. And when I'm, ah, sexually frustrated.”

          “
Is that right?” He moved closer to her. Bracing his hands against the sink on either side of her. “I think I can help with those two little problems.” Beau leaned against her, letting her feel his hard-on.

          She smelled nice. Her subtle fragrance teased his senses. He heard her catch her breath when he thrust his hips against her, yet when he lowered his face to kiss her she pulled back. Their gazes met, hers were slightly dazed. But it was the smile on her tempting mouth that made him ignore her reaction. Not wasting another second, Beau lowered his head and took her lips captive.

          He groaned low as soon as his mouth closed over her soft lips. There was no denying the taste of coffee on her mouth and mint on her breath. As their tongues melded and explored, soft moans filled the kitchen. Losing control Beau leaned deeper into her so he could feel her shapely curves. Only it wasn't enough. With a sound of frustration, his hands moved between their bodies and he pulled open the shirt she was wearing.

          His hands covered her luscious breasts, the nipples already hard like kernels. Pulling away from her mouth, he lowered his head and took one into his mouth. She sighed when he rolled it on his tongue. Then Beau moved on to the other one. Damn! She was addictive, and her little mewling sounds of pleasure were urging him on. He didn't need much encouragement. He had a full-blown erection that was about to burst through his pants.

          Beau picked Marissa up and headed for his bedroom. With his long strides it didn't take them long to get there. During the trip, her hands worked at the buttons to his denim shirt. By the time he set her on her feet by the bed, she was pushing it off his shoulders and down his arms. It fell to the floor, and he kissed her roughly, doing the same thing to her shirt. Soon there was a puddle of clothing at their feet and they were stark naked in each other's arms, kissing and touching each other wildly.

          Without warning Beau pushed Marissa back upon the bed, letting her legs dangle over the side. He dropped to his knees between her legs, and kissed his way from her knee up the inside of her thigh while his hands glided up the side of her legs with arousing tenderness. Just as he reached her clean-shaven mound, he paused to look up at her. As though a silent message passed between them, Marissa raised her head off the bed so she could meet his eyes.

          She fell back with a loud sigh when his tongue parted her pussy lips and flicked her clit. Over and over Beau licked, kissed, and sucked at the hard nub until Marissa was moaning and twisting on the bed. Her hips began to lift off the bed, and each time they came back down, he thrust his tongue deep inside her pussy. The warm musky scent of her and the taste of her excitement drove him mad.

          “
Oh yes!” Her tone came out low and breathless. “Yes! That's it! That feels so good. Right there, Beau! Don’t stop.”

         
Right there
happened to be the spot that would make her come. Beau teased and played with her clit until Marissa's movements became more frenzied, warning him that she was about to climax. He wanted to be inside her when that happened. He brought her as close to the edge as he dared, then stood and took his dripping cock into his hand.

          Panting and gasping, Marissa's hips continued to gyrate as if he was already fucking her. Beau poised his cock at the entrance to heaven and rubbed his head over her extended clit. Marissa cried out, lifted her legs, and placed them against his chest. He moved in and penetrated the depths of her wet pussy with one forceful thrust.
Oh, fuck!
Sliding into her body nearly had him spilling his seed. Her pussy was the perfect fit to his oversized cock, squeezing him tightly like it was never going to let him go.

          Beau couldn't recall another woman who could make him feel what Marissa did. What was it about her that was so damn different? She was so responsive to him, giving as good as he gave, and she was the first one he didn't have to hold anything back from. With Marissa, he could fully immerse himself inside her body. It was a nice change not having to worry about hurting a smaller partner.

          “
Oh, God!” Marissa cried. “Oh, Beau!”

          Beau pulled her hips closer to the edge of the bed, which gave him the advantage to penetrate her deeper. Several times he used his cock to manipulate her clit before slamming it home again. Her whimpering turned into moans that gradually escalated in volume and depth that told him she was past the point of no return. He was getting there fast, too. What pushed him over the edge was when she reached forward to caress his tight balls.

          Beau's orgasm blasted from his testicles through his cock like an erupting volcano. He came hard, his groans mingling with Marissa's cry of release. When he was done, he gently lowered her legs and pulled out of her body, drawing her up on the bed as he collapsed next to her.

          After a while their heavy breathing died down, and the room became silent.

Chapter 7

          “
So, what now, cowboy?” Marissa stretched against Beau's unyielding form, feeling all warm and lazy.           

          She'd never felt so thoroughly fucked, and wished she could understand what it was about him that made her feel so reckless and carefree. It wouldn't be fair to keep blaming her wanton actions on lack of sex. He'd satisfied her more than once, yet she was still hungry for more.
For him.
He was like a drug to her.