Page 52 of Surly Sheriff
Shaking his head at her, he continued. He’d never considered Tai Chi to be seductive, but every motion he did was with her in mind, like a stripper seducing his audience. He ended the sequence with a semi hard-on.
And crossed the grass to join his woman and his dog.
Her eyes raked over him, settling on the bulge. “Tai Chi’s supposed to relax you, not” — she licked her lips — “excite you.”
His blood flowed south, and his dick pushed against the cotton, nothing semi about it anymore. He had something else in mind for those lips. Beau closed a hand over her one holding the coffee, took the mug from her, and drained the contents.
“Hey! Get your own, mister.”
He placed the empty mug on the ground and scooped her up.
“Beau,” she cried, her laughter filling the yard.
Without a word, he carried her through the living area and down the hallway.
“You’re such a caveman,” she teased, tightening her arms around his neck and running her tongue just below his ear. “But it’s kinda hot.” She closed her mouth around his earlobe and sucked, then nipped.
Beau grunted, almost coming in his shorts on the spot. He crossed the bedroom, collapsed onto the armchair in front of the window, and pushed her from his lap to the floor.
Kneeling before him, licking her lips, her eyes luminous as they flitted between his straining hard-on and his mouth, her nipples straining against her thin cotton top, she epitomized womanly wantonness. Fucking beautiful. He leaned forward, thread his fingers into her hair, and tugged her head back. “I’m crazy about you, Raegan Williams.” He pulled her lower lip into his mouth, nipping hard.
His dick wept at the sound of her moan.
He reared back, released her, ripped his shorts over his hips, and palmed his erection. “Want your mouth on me. Now.” He weaved a hand into her hair and pushed her head down.
There was nothing wanton in the cry escaping her.
Nor anything sexy about the panic on her face as she scrabbled away from him.
“Rae?”
Her breath sawed in and out, and her eyes, huge and full of fear, were fixed on his penis.
Fuck.
He pushed himself upright and hauled his shorts over his hips. “Rae? Baby.” He took a step forward.
Rae shot to her feet and held out her hands, palms facing him, warding him off. “Don’t. Please.” She backed up against the wall between the bedroom and bathroom.
Beau stilled, his heart thumping. “Staying right here.”
She slumped against the wall. “I want to,” she blurted, eyes darting down, then back up. “But…” She trailed off, looking so uncertain and so miserable.
Beau steeled himself from closing the distance. “It’s okay, Rae.”
“No!” she called out, straightening her spine. “It’s not okay, Beau. It’s not!” she repeated, fisting her hands. “Iwantto. Badly.”
Fucking hell.
Therewassexual abuse in her history, and he couldn’t stop the low growl deep in his throat. “Tell me he’s locked away,” he ground out. “Or dead.”
Her eyebrows furrowed. “Who?”
“The fucking bastard who abused you.”
Her eyes widened, and her mouth dropped open.
“Because if he’s not, Iwillput him in the ground,” he gritted out. He was an excellent marksman, but in this instance, he would choose close quarter combat and choke the very breath from the man.
