Page 17 of Always Bayou

He urged her mouth open and his tongue stroked along hers. She sighed as she went up on tiptoe to get closer. He changed the angle of his head, wanting to taste her more fully.

He felt her fingers in his hair, the way her tongue met his, the way she arched into him. He knew it was all instinct. None of this was any kind of seduction on her part. And it was all so damned sweet. And hot.

And…he didn’t want any other guy to have any of this.

He pulled back, holding her face, and looked into her eyes, both of them breathing hard.

“Thatis a guy kissing you back,” he told her gruffly.

She nodded, her eyes wide.

“I promise, you’ll know when it happens.”

After a long moment of just drinking her in, he let her go, stepping back and tucking his hands into his back pockets, sucking in a huge lungful of oxygen. He wanted to run his hands all over her. He wanted to lay her out on her bed and kiss every inch of her.

He wanted to do a hell of a lot more than that.

He needed to reign this in.

She smoothed her hands down the bodice of the dress, pressing them into her stomach. Finally, she blew out a breath. “Well, holy crap, Beau.”

He gave a short laugh. “Yeah.”

One corner of her mouth tipped up. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He gave her a nod. “I did a lot of the work though.”

She snorted softly. “Right.” She ran a finger over her lower lip. “But…it means I have potential.”

Fuck. So much potential. And he wanted to help her discover it all.

“I think you’ll go far,” he agreed. “But, I don’t think you have time before New Year’s Eve.”

“You mean to get good enough to kiss Levi?”

“Y—” Wait, had she just used the wrong name for Luke? He narrowed his eyes. “Yeah.”

“So, you’re saying I definitely shouldnotkiss him on New Year’s Eve?”

Beau gave her a nod. Or ever. But they could start with New Year’s Eve. “That is absolutely what I’m saying.”

“But now that you’ve showed me how good itcouldbe, I want to kisssomeoneon New Year’s Eve.”

He saw the look in her eyes. And his gutdefinitelyclenched. In a very, very good way.

Becca didn’t want to kiss Luke What’s-His-Name anymore.

But this girl was definitely getting kissed on New Year’s Eve. And as many other eves…and mornings and afternoons…that she’d possibly let him.

“I think a New Year’s Eve kiss can be arranged. But,” he added, stepping close again and pulling his hands from his pockets. “We should probably practice some more before that.”

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

She grinned and went up on tiptoe and he caught the sparkle from the glitter on her cheek just before his eyes slid shut and his lips met hers.

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