The Outpost (Jamison Valley, #4)

by Devney Perry

“I’m just going to lay it out there,” he said. “You’re beautiful.” Those words, ones that should have elicited a beaming smile, made me brace. His tone was dreadfully serious. The next statement was certain to ruin his pretty words. “We’re from two different worlds. Let’s not get wrapped up in this physical connection, or whatever this is, and do something stupid.”

No man would ever hold me this well. I was made to be wrapped in these arms. A woman could tell a lot by the way a man holds her. She could tell if he had the strength to endure the rougher moments. If he had a mighty yet kind heart. If he could make her feel safe and cherished.

wanted a man who would hold my hand, squeezing it every now and again so I knew I wasn’t alone as I waged my own war. I wanted a man who would push me to keep battling because he knew I’d eventually win.

Good people don’t just see the good in others, they see it in themselves too.

“We would never stop at just a kiss.” I smiled. “Would that be so bad?” “Woman, it would be fucking incredible.”

“Beau.” His name came out in a breathless plea. “Fuck it,” he growled. “Huh?”

“I’m big, angel,” he said, gripping his cock and rubbing it in my wetness. “Tell me if I hurt you.”

“Fuck,” Beau groaned as I clenched around him, pulsing and squeezing his cock. “Fuck, you are beautiful.”

“No more questions.” He smiled and bent down to press a kiss to my forehead. Then another to my nose. Then another on my lips. “Don’t move.”

“I love you,” I whispered. His smiling eyes locked with mine as his hips kept thrusting. “I love you too.” Beau’s strokes sped up and my empty bedroom filled with the sound of our bodies colliding. One of his hands left my hair and came down to my breast, rolling a nipple and sending a whole new wave of heat to my core. “Yes,” I moaned. “Say that again,” he whispered in my ear as his cock kept stroking and his hand kept working my nipple.

“Yes.” He kissed my neck, thrusting deep once more but then stopped. “What?” I panted. “Did you hear something? Is it the movers?” He didn’t answer me; instead he lifted up and leaned over to rifle through his jeans pocket. I listened for noise but the apartment was silent. “Beau?” He still didn’t answer. Seriously? What was so important that he stopped fucking me? If he came back with his phone, I was going to kill him. “Beau!” I smacked him on the arm, causing him to chuckle. “This isn’t funny.” I tipped my hips up as a silent reminder that he had much more important things to be doing right now than messing around with his pants. “I’m glad you said yes.” His torso came back to mine and he grinned. His right hand reached for my left and slid a cold metal band past my knuckle until it rested perfectly at the base of my ring finger. “Wha—” He interrupted me by slamming his mouth down on mine and kissing me deeply. I didn’t kiss him back, I just lay there, stunned.