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throbbed, and he didn’t care.
She snuggled up against him and slept, oblivious to their cold, wet surroundings. And he kept his hands carefully on herback, because he was afraid to put them anywhere else. Her thighs were too exposed, her front too tempting.
What the fuck was he doing? Why had he lied to her about the two of them being stranded? Had he wanted to teach her a lesson so badly that he’d felt like traipsing through the mud with her at his side all weekend? Was he that much of a masochist to enjoy a woman’s weeping and exhaustion? This was his own damn fault. He’d forced her to stay out here in the wild because he’d lied to her about being stranded.
Worse than that, she wasn’t crying or complaining about fatigue. She wasn’t being tortured by this. She was snuggling up against him. Even worse than
that
, he was attracted to her. Really, really attracted—could stroke himself off at the touch of her hand on his chest attracted.
Fuck. And she was nothing but bad news.
Wouldn’t the town just love that
, he thought with a wry twist of his mouth. Sweet, perfect Beth Ann, stolen away from handsome Allan Sunquist by one of the white-trash, no-good Waggoners.
Actually, he liked that thought very much, and his arms tightened around her, shifting her closer.
So this had started out as revenge, but it had changed at some point. Maybe when she’d laughed and apologized for being nasty to him. Maybe when she’d taken off her dress and shimmied into his shirt and even though he hadn’t been looking, he’d been picturing it.
Either way, he was setting himself up for a world of hurt and a weekend full of blue balls. There were a lot of things girls like Beth Ann liked in this world, but blue collar, ex-military guysfrom trailer parks weren’t one of them. Beth Ann’s family had money. They mingled with Houston society. They held fund-raisers and held city offices and did stupid shit like that.
And even knowing all this, he wanted to tilt her face up from where it was buried against his chest, and slide his lips over her parted ones, and kiss the hell out of her. See if she’d respond to his kiss.
But he wasn’t that big of a dick to molest a girl while she was sleeping. And Beth Ann wouldn’t be interested in a guy like him. So he just lay his head back against the tree house wall and tried not to think about the curve of her hip resting against his cock, and how he could have her spun around and down on the floor, pushing her panties aside and sinking deep into her before she’d had time to fully awaken. Fuck her until that sleepy look in her eyes turned to desire.
Okay, so he was thinking about it a little.
Beth Ann slowly woke up, her front toasty and delicious, her feet incredibly cold. She shifted, wondering why her bottom felt so stiff. She was pressed up against something deliciously warm and hard, and her first thought was Allan. Except Allan didn’t like to cuddle in bed with her, and there was definitely a large, warm hand cupping her ass. To her horror, she was drooling on a bare chest. Oh God. She suddenly knew whose chest that was, and she suspected he wouldn’t like being drooled on. She sat up, surreptitiously wiping at her mouth, and then straightened the dog tags that had gotten stuck to her cheek, returning them to their usual spot on his chest.
“Mornin’,” Colt said in a raspy drawl.
“Um, hi,” she said, and ran a hand over her hair. It had dried sometime in the night into unruly waves. Lovely. She probably looked like a hot mess. “How’d you sleep?”
“Well enough considering the splinter up my ass,” he said. “You?”
“Like a baby,” she said. She laughed but it was kind of the truth. She’d slept well in his arms, given the circumstances. Almost too well. Of course, she’d never admit that to Colt. He didn’t even like her.
“It’s still raining,” he pointed out.
“Still?” she said with dismay. “That means the river’s still going to
She snuggled up against him and slept, oblivious to their cold, wet surroundings. And he kept his hands carefully on herback, because he was afraid to put them anywhere else. Her thighs were too exposed, her front too tempting.
What the fuck was he doing? Why had he lied to her about the two of them being stranded? Had he wanted to teach her a lesson so badly that he’d felt like traipsing through the mud with her at his side all weekend? Was he that much of a masochist to enjoy a woman’s weeping and exhaustion? This was his own damn fault. He’d forced her to stay out here in the wild because he’d lied to her about being stranded.
Worse than that, she wasn’t crying or complaining about fatigue. She wasn’t being tortured by this. She was snuggling up against him. Even worse than
that
, he was attracted to her. Really, really attracted—could stroke himself off at the touch of her hand on his chest attracted.
Fuck. And she was nothing but bad news.
Wouldn’t the town just love that
, he thought with a wry twist of his mouth. Sweet, perfect Beth Ann, stolen away from handsome Allan Sunquist by one of the white-trash, no-good Waggoners.
Actually, he liked that thought very much, and his arms tightened around her, shifting her closer.
So this had started out as revenge, but it had changed at some point. Maybe when she’d laughed and apologized for being nasty to him. Maybe when she’d taken off her dress and shimmied into his shirt and even though he hadn’t been looking, he’d been picturing it.
Either way, he was setting himself up for a world of hurt and a weekend full of blue balls. There were a lot of things girls like Beth Ann liked in this world, but blue collar, ex-military guysfrom trailer parks weren’t one of them. Beth Ann’s family had money. They mingled with Houston society. They held fund-raisers and held city offices and did stupid shit like that.
And even knowing all this, he wanted to tilt her face up from where it was buried against his chest, and slide his lips over her parted ones, and kiss the hell out of her. See if she’d respond to his kiss.
But he wasn’t that big of a dick to molest a girl while she was sleeping. And Beth Ann wouldn’t be interested in a guy like him. So he just lay his head back against the tree house wall and tried not to think about the curve of her hip resting against his cock, and how he could have her spun around and down on the floor, pushing her panties aside and sinking deep into her before she’d had time to fully awaken. Fuck her until that sleepy look in her eyes turned to desire.
Okay, so he was thinking about it a little.
Beth Ann slowly woke up, her front toasty and delicious, her feet incredibly cold. She shifted, wondering why her bottom felt so stiff. She was pressed up against something deliciously warm and hard, and her first thought was Allan. Except Allan didn’t like to cuddle in bed with her, and there was definitely a large, warm hand cupping her ass. To her horror, she was drooling on a bare chest. Oh God. She suddenly knew whose chest that was, and she suspected he wouldn’t like being drooled on. She sat up, surreptitiously wiping at her mouth, and then straightened the dog tags that had gotten stuck to her cheek, returning them to their usual spot on his chest.
“Mornin’,” Colt said in a raspy drawl.
“Um, hi,” she said, and ran a hand over her hair. It had dried sometime in the night into unruly waves. Lovely. She probably looked like a hot mess. “How’d you sleep?”
“Well enough considering the splinter up my ass,” he said. “You?”
“Like a baby,” she said. She laughed but it was kind of the truth. She’d slept well in his arms, given the circumstances. Almost too well. Of course, she’d never admit that to Colt. He didn’t even like her.
“It’s still raining,” he pointed out.
“Still?” she said with dismay. “That means the river’s still going to
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