Page 19 of Beau

Beau chuckled and stood up from the sofa, strode toward the door and opened it. “I should probably head out now before the snow gets any worse.”

Brenna followed him to the door, looked out, and gasped when she saw the heavy snow beginning to cover the stairs. “Are you sure you want to try driving home in this?”

“I’ll be fine if I leave now. The snow will probably start sticking to the roads soon,” Beau reassured her as he closed the door to keep the cold air out.

He quickly put on his coat and held his hat in his hand, before turning to face her again. “I had a great time, Brenna. I’d like to take you out again, but I won’t pressure you.”

“I’d like that, Beau. Thank you for tonight. I had a great time,” Brenna replied with a smile.

“I’d love to kiss you goodnight.”

“Then what are you waiting for?”

Beau grinned, leaned in, and captured her lips with his. His tongue sought entrance and she parted her lips.

Brenna felt the heat pooling low in her belly as Beau’s tongue tangled with hers; their kiss was one of exploration. She let out a soft moan that was swallowed by Beau’s searing kiss. One hand moved to cradle the back of his neck while the other grabbed the fabric of his shirt, seeking more contact with his body.

Beau responded to her neediness by pulling her closer to him, their bodies fitting together like intricate puzzle pieces designed only for each other.

“Again,” Brenna murmured when he raised his lips, reaching up once more to thread her fingers through Beau’s silky soft hair. Their mouths melded together again in a fierce dance of passion and desire. His hands roamed over the supple curves of her body, tracing the outline of her figure through the thin material of her clothes.

Eventually, they broke apart. With a smirk playing on his lips, Beau bent down and planted a gentle kiss on Brenna’s forehead before reluctantly pulling away.

“I should go now,” he murmured huskily, “or I won’t.” His eyes stared into hers as he stepped back, touched the brim of his hat at her before stepping out into the snowy night.

Left behind in the aftermath of their passionate kisses, Brenna placed trembling fingers to her swollen lips, still tasting him on her tongue. A thrill of anticipation ran down her spine at the thought of seeing him again.

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Parking his truck near the back porch of his parents’ house, Beau stepped out and immediately noticed Luke’s truck. He clenched his jaw, knowing he would be questioned about Brenna. With a heavy sigh, he walked up the steps, removed his hat before knocking on the door. After wiping his feet on the mat, he entered the kitchen to find his mother cooking at the stove. He greeted her with a grin and a kiss on the cheek before taking off his coat and hanging it and his hat up.

“Hi, Mom.”

“Hello, honey. Your dad and brother are in the living room.” She gave him a sly smile, indicating that Luke had already spilled the beans.

“Yeah, okay. I might just have to beat some sense into my little brother,” Beau muttered, but couldn’t help but smile when his mother chuckled.

Entering the living room, he saw Luke and their father looking at him. Beau narrowed his eyes at Luke.

“What?” Luke raised his eyebrows.

“What? You know exactly what,” Beau growled, causing both Luke and their father to laugh.

“So, who is she?” Daniel McCallister asked his son.

Beau glared at Luke. “Can you not keep your mouth shut?”

Luke raised an eyebrow in protest. “You didn’t tell me it was a secret.”

“It wouldn’t have mattered if I did. I knew last night you’d blab,” Beau retorted.

“Sit down, son.”

“I will, in a minute, Dad. Just trying to decide if I want to knock some sense into him now or wait until after dinner,” Beau said jokingly, earning more laughter from them.

“After dinner please. Just in case you split my lip open, I want to be able to eat first,” Luke grinned mischievously.

Beau shook his head. “I’ll probably calm down by then.”

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