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“This is a bad idea, Becca.”
“Why? It’s not any different than any of the other set ups. We go, we resist, we come home as friends, they give up.”
He didn’t say anything.
She looked up to meet his gaze. His eyes were hot.
“Things have changed,” he said gruffly.
“Have they, though?”
“You fucking know they have. You’re leaving. And we crossed the line.”
She scoffed even as heat swept through her belly. “Webarelycrossed the line.”
“Becca,” he said, low with warning in his tone.
“So you’re back to being afraid of being alone together? You think that all the reasons to keep your hands to yourself are gone now?”
“Something like that.”
“And what would be so bad about that?”
His jaw was tight when he leaned close and put his mouth against her ear. In spite of the fact he was clearly frustrated, goosebumps skittered down her neck, over her shoulder, and down her arm.
“I’ve told you this. Repeatedly,” he said, low, firm, and hot against her ear. “I don’t want to cross that line because there’s no coming back. I’ll want it all. And then I’ll spend the rest of my life thinking that I tied you down and wondering if you regret it.”
She pulled in a deep breath, then leaned away from him. “Well, tell you what, Beau, if we do end up in Vegas and have to share a hotel room, with your current attitude, you don’t have to worry about me agreeing to any sex.” She met his gaze. “I don’t sleep with assholes.”
“So, who’s in?” Jordan asked the table.
Becca turned back around to face everyone. And stuck her hand up in the air. “Me. Sounds like a great time.”
eighteen
A hot handslid over her stomach, then down to settle on one of her thighs. Becca’s eyes opened slowly. What registered first was that it was completely dark and she was really warm.
No, she washot.
She was lying in a very comfortable bed and there was a furnace next to her.
Okay, she knew it was a person.
The calloused hand stroked up and down her inner thigh. The big body shifted, and then she felt a hot mouth press against her skin where the hand had just been.
“Got to taste you. Need this sweet pussy against my tongue.”
Oh, yeah, she knew that voice.
She’d known it was Beau. Just the feel of him was so familiar. And his scent. And the way he touched her. But, that voice—that gravelly, low, dirty voice—wasdefinitelyhim. She dreamed about that voice. She conjured that voice when she was using her vibrator.
She shifted her legs against the silky sheets.
“Beau,” she said huskily.
“Yeah, baby. Need you.”
His shoulders moved between her knees, and she had to spread them to accommodate him. One hand went around to cup her ass while the other splayed across her lower stomach. He rubbed back and forth as he squeezed her butt, just breathing on the spot that was now suddenly aching for him.
