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Beau guided me closer, pulling me into his lap. My breath hitched in my throat as I straddled him and his hands settled on my hips. My skin felt hot, achy, and tight. My pajama pants were so thin that I could feel the seams of his jeans through the fabric, the shift of his muscled thighs beneath me. This was so much more intimate than anything I’d ever done with Beau before and my brain was short-circuiting.
“Beau, you—you’re drunk. You don’t realize what you’re doing right now.”
He cupped my cheek, brushing his thumb across my lower lip.
“I know I’ve got the woman I’ve always wanted on my lap. The same woman who has been on my mind for seventeen years.”
Was he sweet-talking me? Or was he being honest? I couldn’t afford to let myself give into his charms just because he said a few pretty words I’d longed to hear.
Beau smoothed a stray lock of hair behind my ear. Goosebumps rippled across my skin at his touch.
“I bet you say that to all the girls,” I countered, ducking my head.
He cradled my chin in his hand, lifting my head until I looked at him.
“I don’t. Ask any of them. You’re the only one that I can’t stop thinking about.” Beau lowered his voice to a rasp. “And it scares the shit out of me, Rory.”
I snorted, skeptical. Yeah, right. Beau wasn’t scared of anything. He had that confident cowboy swagger, earned from years of cheating death after riding bulls and broncos, spending his days working cattle under any weather known to man, no matter how dangerous it was.
“I don’t believe that,” I said.
“It’s true,” Beau replied, his gaze unwavering and unblinking. “You scare me, Rory. I’m usually ready to move on with other people, but not you. It damn near killed me to see you kissing Cody. That’s when it hit me that I…I’d be a mess if I lost you.”
“You don’t have me, Beau,” I whispered. “You can’t lose me if you don’t have me in the first place.”
“I know.”
His gaze dropped to my mouth. He continued tracing my lower lip in a hypnotizing rhythm, back and forth, leaving sparks of heat in his wake. Then Beau angled my head to the side and leaned forward. The warmth of his breath fanned over my neck a split second before his lips made contact—feather-light and searing hot, punctuated by the sandpaper-roughness of his stubble.
My eyes slipped closed. God, he felt so good—better than I ever could have imagined. A shiver rippled through me from head to toe and a small noise of need escaped my lips.
Beau pressed another kiss to my neck, closer to the sensitive hollow beneath my ear. I hooked an arm around his shoulders, bringing my chest flush against his.
In the back of my mind, I knew I should stop and pull away. I would regret it in the morning.
When Beau trailed his hands higher, from my hips to my waist, I didn’t give a damn about what I would feel like in the morning. He dipped his thumbs underneath the hem of my tank top, sweeping across my skin with jolts of electric desire, and all I could think was more. I want more. I want all of him.
Threading my fingers through Beau’s hair, I gave a light tug until he looked up at me. Then I sealed my mouth to his in the hottest kiss of my life. He thrust his hips upward sharp enough to make me gasp against his lips. He was hard and big, and it made my craving for him skyrocket even higher if that was possible.
Beau broke away just far enough to nuzzle against my cheek.
“Let me look at you, darlin’,” he murmured, his voice rough with arousal.
I didn’t protest as Beau peeled my coat open and slid it off my shoulders. My tank top was thin and snug like a second skin, doing nothing to hide my lack of a bra, or the outline of my nipples, stiff from the cool night air.
Beau cupped one breast in his hand, smoothing his thumb over the fabric-covered nipple. I arched into his touch, desperate. I’d waited for him to touch me like this for so long and I couldn’t stand to wait another second. When I grabbed the hem of my tank top and stripped it off, the wet heat of Beau’s mouth was on me in a heartbeat.
He closed his lips around my nipple, teasing it with the tip of his tongue. The need between my thighs throbbed even more until I couldn’t resist rocking forward to get a little friction against the ridge of his cock. Just enough to relieve the ache that was driving me crazy.
When I stopped, Beau grabbed my hips with a squeeze.
“Keep going, sweetheart. Take what you need.”
“No, I—I can’t. You’ve had a lot to drink.”
“I know damn well what I’m getting myself into. Besides, I can feel how wet you are through my jeans, darlin’. Can’t let you suffer like that all night, untouched, unsatisfied.”
A whine tore from my throat as Beau pushed my hips down, grinding my core against him. I hadn’t realized how sticky and desperate I was until Beau pointed it out. When he moved to my other breast and started sucking on that one too, the last of my inhibitions vanished.
