Page 12 of Ensnared

Mygaze catches onDom.Icould have sworn he was watching me, but he’s so absorbed on re-loading his gun,Imust have been mistaken.

Itry to breathe through my nose untilBeaupulls back to examine the tight, even stitches.Whenhe’s finished,Ilet my pent-up breath out in a rush, and he quickly wraps a clean bandage around the area.Hedoesn’t leave, seeming to fight with something in himself.

“Beau—”Ibegin.

“Isthe thought of it really so awful for you?” he asks, voice low and demanding.Hiseyes flick up and there’s a fire lit behind them, the gentleness gone. “Wouldit be so hard for you to give yourself to me?”

Mybreath catches whenIrealize his face is only inches from mine.Iwant to look away, but his gaze won’t release me.

“I—Ijust... it’s not that simp...”Heatfloods my cheeks. “I’venever...”

Adifferent look crosses his face then; a calculating light enters his woodland eyes.

Ishiver. “Beau—”

Hishand slides from my shoulder up my neck and into my bound hair.Thepressure yanks my head back, and beforeIcan react, his mouth covers mine.

Ifreeze, then soften against him.Hot.Hislips are scorching as they caress mine, and my breath hitches.Mylips part on the sound, and he slides his tongue into my mouth, slick heat stroking mine.Hetastes amazing—light and tangy and delicious—and his plundering kiss demands a response.Tentatively,Istroke my tongue back against him, and he groans against my mouth.

Thesteely strength of his arm locks around my waist, and he pulls me onto his lap.Ican’t protest, don’t want to, can’t string together a thought complete enough to know whereI’dbegin ifIdid.I’mneedy, out of control.He’shot and hard between my thighs.

Myblouse lifts with his grip, tangling precariously under my breasts as he grinds me against him, a parody of the close grip we shared earlier.Ishift over his hardness, shuddering in shock at the feel of him pressing against my core.There’salmost nothing between us, just a few shifts of fabric and we’d be—

Liquidheat floods me.Icling to his hard shoulders as the pressure on my hair makes my back arch.Ipress my chest against him, my hips down over him, shivering at the friction as he rubs his tongue across mine.Histeeth catch my lower lip, andIgasp, arching more completely against him.

Iburn.Ache.Ihave to dosomethingto ease this terrible, incredible tension inside me.Mindless,Ishift again soIcan rub against him, panting against his punishing mouth.

“Fuckinghell.Coolit, idiot.I’mnot watching you fuck her on the bank.”

Thesnapped words don’t completely register; my fingers dig into his shoulders.He’sso much bigger than me.Howcan his lips be so soft and so hard at the same time?

Thoughtsthat aren’t really full thoughts swim blurrily in my head.Ourmouths part for just a moment, andIrun my tongue across his lower lip with a whimper.

“Beau!” the voice barks.

“Fuck,”Beauswears, breaking the kiss.Hishand eases from my hair in a soothing stroke down my back.

Mybreath comes in hitching pants.Myhead is spinning.Ittakes so much effort to lift my heavy lids.Absently,Ipush my glasses back up.Sweetsunshine, what on earth just happened?

Iwant to squeeze my legs closed against the throbbing, wet ache between them, but it only serves to push my core against him again.

Beau’sgaze crashes against mine, dangerous desire turning them a darker shade of emerald, drowning out the golden flecks.Istare back at him in shock, too stunned to blush, part of me wondering whether it would be impolite to tear open his pants and beg him to finish what he just started.I’venever felt like this my entire life, and it frightens me as much as it thrills me.

Herests his forehead against mine as we both try to catch air.

“Comewith me, darlin’.Youdon’t belong out here,” he murmurs, voice deep and cajoling.Hisgrip around my waist hasn’t eased and he deliberately strokes himself up against my center, making me shudder. “Youcan leave any time.Whatwould it hurt to try, hmm?”

“Beau.”Thestern voice is warning this time.

Itry to regain control of my thoughts.I’vealways been so good at thinking.Howdid he short-circuit my brain with his tongue?

“Butit’s... it’s not just you.”

It’stoo much.Isn’tit?HowcouldIpossibly dothiswithallof them?I’mno virgin,I’vehad sex before, but this kind of chemistry doesn’t just happen.Sexusually just sucks.

Beaupresses his lips to my forehead. “Whatwould it hurt to try?” he repeats against my skin.

I’mtrembling.Whatwouldit be like to be with a man likeBeau?CanIreally walk away without finding out?

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