Snared(45)

He cupped one breast, slowing our kiss as he focused on the fullness of me. I pulled back, my lips burning from the roughness of his kisses. Our hearts pounded against our chests, and we both gasped for air. He froze, uncertainty on his face until I nodded for him to continue.

Beau pulled the cup of my bra down and thumbed my nipple, sending electric shocks throughout my body. I writhed against him, moaning. His other hand regained his hold on my hip, pushing me into him as we rubbed against each other.

He dipped his head and kissed my neck again, biting softly as he made his way to the dip in my shirt. I wanted him to put that mouth on every square inch of me. “April . . . God . . .” His words were like prayers against my skin.

I heard his phone ring, and I knew it was probably Natalie or Bex wondering where he was. My heart clenched. My time was over. He either didn’t hear it or didn’t care as he made his way back up my neck to my ear. He was whispering something, but I couldn’t make out what it was. No. He was humming something. A song.

“You have to go,” I said, fighting the emotion I knew I shouldn’t have. This man was jumbling me all up.

Beau pulled me closer to him, taking my mouth again. I knew he couldn’t tell me what he was thinking, but he was showing me. His tongue moved slowly with mine in a sensual explanation. I rubbed against him again, so aroused I needed a way to relieve it.

Our kisses slow and methodic, I shuddered against him with my release. I would probably be embarrassed later to think about humping Beau in a public park, but at the moment, it was the hottest thing I’d ever done. Beau froze and broke our kiss, burying his face in my neck for so long I wondered what I’d done. Was he sickened by me?

“Beau?” I ran my fingers through his hair. He’d never said he liked it, but I liked doing it, and he didn’t seem to mind. I sensed shaking against my chest, so I leaned back. He was . . . laughing. My mouth dropped open as I watched his chest move with silent laughter.

What was so funny? And why, when I finally got him to think something was amusing, was it right after we’d been making out like teenagers?

“I’m so embarrassed.” Beau shifted me off of his lap. “Is there a . . . uh . . . restroom around?”

What had I done? “It’s around the corner.” I averted his eyes, my face flaming as I tried to recover from my embarrassment without him noticing.

“April.” Beau lifted my chin. “What did I do? Why are you upset?”

I waved him off. “I’m fine. Don’t worry.”

“You forget I’ve grown up with only women. Now, what’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry. I got carried away and I . . .”

“You think I’m upset with you?” Beau caressed the side of my face. “April, that couldn’t be further from the truth. I’m the one who is embarrassed. I need a bathroom because I . . .” He indicated himself. “I . . . uh . . . made a mess.”

Understanding dawned on me, and I began laughing. He smiled at me, and I almost fell to my knees at the sight. It was the most beautiful thing I’d seen in my life.



I pulled into the parking lot behind the arena, spotting the buses and the trucks. I sighed, wanting nothing more than to take Beau back to my house and continue the major progress we had made. What would it be like to not see each other for a month? Would he start doubting? I was sure I already knew that answer.

Beau squeezed my hand. After he’d come back from the bathroom and we’d enjoyed another silly laugh over our teenage make out antics, we’d walked the edge of the water for a few minutes, wrapped in each other. He’d stopped every few steps to kiss me slowly, and I wasn’t sure my head was back from the clouds yet. His soft touch and the way he looked at me was enough for me to know I’d fallen head over heels for this man already.

He may not be a talker, but everything he did was his own personal way of communicating. Whether it was his thumb rubbing the inside of my hand, his eyes connecting with mine for just a few seconds, or his lips brushing lightly against mine, I read him. I knew what he was saying.

Natalie stuck her head out of the bus and saw us. She waved and then ducked back inside, giving us a moment. I stepped from the car just as Beau did. He came around to my side and stopped in front of me, shielding the sun from my eyes.

“Thank you for everything today.” I tipped my head so I could see his handsome face. I touched the tattoos I could see on his neck, tracing my fingers along the detailed pictures and letters.

Beau captured my hands and kissed each one, making that feeling erupt in my stomach again. “I’ll call or text you.”