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clit is throbbing in time with the pounding of my heart. I don’t know how much more of this I can take. Beau is lighting my body on fire. I’m ready to rip off my clothes and demand that he take me - right here, right now. This is not good. Especially when no other man I’ve ever been with has made me feel this way, physically or emotionally.
     
    I have to take back control, so I rip myself away from Beau’s devouring kiss. My fists are tangled in his T-shirt and I can’t seem to pull in enough air. Damn Beau, what is he doing to me? I reluctantly lift my gaze to his. Big mistake. His blue eyes are heavy lidded and swimming with want and need. His bow-shaped lips are parted and glistening, just begging to be kissed again. He leans in for another kiss, but I stop him.
     
    “No, don’t,” I pant, turning my face away so that his lips meet my cheek.
     
    “You can’t tell me that you don’t want it,” he breathes, his lips brushing my cheek. His voice husky, his accent more pronounced.
     
    “I didn’t say that, but we can’t do this,” I whisper, not trusting my voice.
     
    Beau grabs my chin and turns my face back so our eyes meet. He studies me for a moment. “Yes, we can,” he rumbles, sending shivers of pleasure down my spine.
     
    He kisses me again and I am completely lost. Sonofabitch! I try not kissing him back, but it’s impossible when his delectable tongue is in my mouth. He tastes of mint and…something that is strictly Beau. His strong arms wrap around me, tugging me flush against the solidness of his chest. I have no choice but to wrap my arms around him in return. My hands, which now have a mind of their own, find the hem of his T-shirt and slip underneath. Oh God, his skin is hot and smooth and I can feel every flex of the muscles under it.
     
    Beau moans low and it vibrates through my chest. I seriously almost came from that moan. I have to stop this A.S.A.P. I tear my mouth away from his again and drop my forehead to his chest. I can feel that his heart is racing and he is panting hard.
     
    “Can you please take us back to the house?” I ask hoarsely, keeping my head on his chest. I can’t look at him again, I can’t let him kiss me again. I’m afraid of what will happen if I do.
     
    Beau doesn’t say a word as he reaches for the reins and gives Rebel a little kick to get him going. The ride back is silent and filled with tension - uncomfortable silence and sexual tension. I can still feel the steely length of his cock against me as we ride. I wish I could scoot back but there is nowhere to go.
     
    When we get back to the stable, it is completely dark outside; the only light is coming from inside the stable and the house. The moon helps a little, but it isn’t full, so it doesn’t do too much.
     
    Once inside the stable, Beau slides off Rebel first, and then helps me down. As I come down off the horse, my body slides down the length of his in a slow torture. I refuse to look him in the eyes as he sets me down. He gives my hips a squeeze before releasing me. I immediately start for the house.
     
    Beau stays behind to unsaddle Rebel and brush him down; at least, that’s what he told me he has to do. I don’t mind, I want to get away from him and be alone for a little while anyway. I walk in the back door and make a beeline for the stairs. I don’t want to get stuck talking to Regina. I run up to the guest bedroom and shut myself inside. I go over to the bed and flop down on it, face first, fighting the urge to scream. What the hell am I supposed to do about Beau? I’d be lying to myself if I say that I’m not curious about where a relationship with him could lead. He never said anything about a relationship, though. He most likely just wants to get into my pants and that’s it. Guys his age are obsessed with sex, that’s all they can think about. I highly doubt that he wants a relationship with me. He has too many girls throwing themselves at him for him to want to be