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losing control. For being so horny that she could easily have let it go much further.
It wasn’t his fault, though. Except for the fact that he was so sexy.
He looked even sexier now. The sweats he’d been wearing were pushed lower on his slim hips, showing pronounced Ken doll lines on either side. Lines that led down to what was surely an astounding package, based on what she’d felt against her.
If they’d gone much longer, he probably could have taken her, and she’d have no protest.
But she appreciated he had stopped. He easily could have seduced her and gotten everything he wanted. All he needed to do was have unprotected sex with her, and they’d be mated.
And then his future would be assured.
But he didn’t look concerned about his future right now. He looked concerned about her. How she felt about him.
“Are you all right?” he asked.
“It’s too fast,” she explained. “I mean, it’s my fault, but it’s too fast.”
He nodded slowly, pushing his hair back again. It was mussed now, messy and sexy and tousled, and the different blond shades were apparent even in the moonlight, glinting silver rather than gold.
“It’s not you; it’s me,” she said. “Well, it’s somewhat you. Dammit, I have to go.”
“Can I walk you back?”
She shook her head rapidly, embarrassed by how much her body liked the idea of him coming back to her room. By how hot and wet she still felt from simply kissing him. “I can do it. I want to go alone.”
He nodded slowly, letting her go.
She could feel his eyes on her all the way back to the house. She felt like a coward. Knew she was one. But had no idea what to do about it.
Nothing was working out the way she’d thought it would be. Especially things between her and Beau.
When she got to her room, she shut the door, locked it, shut the window, and climbed into bed, hiding herself under the covers.
As if she could somehow lock him out of her mind if she tried hard enough. But all she could see was his face watching after her. All she could feel was the throbbing between her legs, telling her how much she’d wanted to go further.
Was she an idiot? How had she forgotten to think about her job?
She shook her head and tossed and turned, trying to sleep. When she did finally drift off, Beau was there even in her sleep, doing the naughty things to her that she’d wanted but hadn’t allowed him to do in person.
When she woke, throbbing, in the middle of an orgasm, she gripped the sheets and cursed. As she flopped back on the mattress, thinking about the dream and how she was disappointed it hadn’t really happened, she realized those sexy images of Beau were going to cause her nothing but trouble.
She covered her face with her pillow and turned over, convincing herself she’d just been pent up too long, and kissing Beau had stirred her up.
But she knew the truth. It was more that Beau was already inside her. Her thoughts, her feelings. He was getting more inside her all the time. And given that, it probably wouldn’t be long until all her dreams came to fruition.
She could almost see his smug face now.
Ugh, she needed to sleep. She felt she’d sleep soundly now that she’d had some relief.
But still, she wasn’t looking forward to breakfast. The most important thing was to not let him see he’d gotten to her.
If he knew she’d gone to sleep and come just dreaming about him, she’d never live it down.
She let out a little scream of frustration and burrowed into the blankets even farther.
7
L uckily , the next day, they were going to do a charity event where Beau would meet up with seriously ill children at a local hospital. Kids in a burn unit, to be exact.
“Who sets this stuff up for you?” Stacy asked, pulling on her ponytail to make sure it was straight as they walked out of his car and toward the hospital building.
He looked at her sideways. Something was different about her this morning. Was she that embarrassed about just a
It wasn’t his fault, though. Except for the fact that he was so sexy.
He looked even sexier now. The sweats he’d been wearing were pushed lower on his slim hips, showing pronounced Ken doll lines on either side. Lines that led down to what was surely an astounding package, based on what she’d felt against her.
If they’d gone much longer, he probably could have taken her, and she’d have no protest.
But she appreciated he had stopped. He easily could have seduced her and gotten everything he wanted. All he needed to do was have unprotected sex with her, and they’d be mated.
And then his future would be assured.
But he didn’t look concerned about his future right now. He looked concerned about her. How she felt about him.
“Are you all right?” he asked.
“It’s too fast,” she explained. “I mean, it’s my fault, but it’s too fast.”
He nodded slowly, pushing his hair back again. It was mussed now, messy and sexy and tousled, and the different blond shades were apparent even in the moonlight, glinting silver rather than gold.
“It’s not you; it’s me,” she said. “Well, it’s somewhat you. Dammit, I have to go.”
“Can I walk you back?”
She shook her head rapidly, embarrassed by how much her body liked the idea of him coming back to her room. By how hot and wet she still felt from simply kissing him. “I can do it. I want to go alone.”
He nodded slowly, letting her go.
She could feel his eyes on her all the way back to the house. She felt like a coward. Knew she was one. But had no idea what to do about it.
Nothing was working out the way she’d thought it would be. Especially things between her and Beau.
When she got to her room, she shut the door, locked it, shut the window, and climbed into bed, hiding herself under the covers.
As if she could somehow lock him out of her mind if she tried hard enough. But all she could see was his face watching after her. All she could feel was the throbbing between her legs, telling her how much she’d wanted to go further.
Was she an idiot? How had she forgotten to think about her job?
She shook her head and tossed and turned, trying to sleep. When she did finally drift off, Beau was there even in her sleep, doing the naughty things to her that she’d wanted but hadn’t allowed him to do in person.
When she woke, throbbing, in the middle of an orgasm, she gripped the sheets and cursed. As she flopped back on the mattress, thinking about the dream and how she was disappointed it hadn’t really happened, she realized those sexy images of Beau were going to cause her nothing but trouble.
She covered her face with her pillow and turned over, convincing herself she’d just been pent up too long, and kissing Beau had stirred her up.
But she knew the truth. It was more that Beau was already inside her. Her thoughts, her feelings. He was getting more inside her all the time. And given that, it probably wouldn’t be long until all her dreams came to fruition.
She could almost see his smug face now.
Ugh, she needed to sleep. She felt she’d sleep soundly now that she’d had some relief.
But still, she wasn’t looking forward to breakfast. The most important thing was to not let him see he’d gotten to her.
If he knew she’d gone to sleep and come just dreaming about him, she’d never live it down.
She let out a little scream of frustration and burrowed into the blankets even farther.
7
L uckily , the next day, they were going to do a charity event where Beau would meet up with seriously ill children at a local hospital. Kids in a burn unit, to be exact.
“Who sets this stuff up for you?” Stacy asked, pulling on her ponytail to make sure it was straight as they walked out of his car and toward the hospital building.
He looked at her sideways. Something was different about her this morning. Was she that embarrassed about just a
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