allowing his tongue to dart past hers, tasting her. His scent of sweat, dirt and sunshine infiltrated her nostrils, pulling her in deeper. His rough hand pulled at her hair, as if she could get any closer than she already was. His other hand slid down, cupping at her ass. She fit perfectly. He groaned against her mouth, wrapping both arms under her butt, lifting her. She could feel his hardened sex pressing against her as she slid up. Beau set her on the counter, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck. Her mewls pushed at his resistance. Coming up for air, Mara’s eyes were glazed over with lust. She panted, greedily sucking in air as Beau stroked her back.
“I apologize, there’s just something about you that causes me to lose my southern manners. My momma would tan my hide if she saw me pawing at you like a high schooler.”
Mara nodded and pushed on his chest. She closed her eyes, groaning at the feel of his muscles under her fingers.
“I’m sorry, you have to leave. I’m,” she fought to get the words out. “I’m just not ready yet. I been through a lot the last few months. I just, I can’t right now.” She slid off the counter, turning to start cleaning the dishes. Beau ran a hand through his hair, his cock was rigid and pressing against his pants, but he would deal. He was more upset by the fact that he even let it get this far. He knew what she had dealt with, yet he lost control anyways.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for that happen Mara. Thank you for dinner. I’ll grab Bear when I get home tomorrow night. Thank you again for keeping an eye on him.” Beau walked out the door shaking his head as Mara stood there, staring at the soapy water she was filling the sink with.
Her lips were swollen from his kisses. Her body still hummed. It had been a long time since she felt that way. She just wasn’t ready. Not yet. She had to learn to be on her own before she could handle being with someone else. There was also a big trust issue. How could she trust another man? In school, Jimmy had been a prince. Her whisked her off her feet. It wasn’t until they were graduated and living together that those things changed. Mara knew that not every man was an abuser. She just couldn’t move past her fears yet. She almost lost herself in Beau. Once his lips touched hers, she was thrown into an ocean of passion and if they hadn’t stopped, she would have drowned. Once the kitchen was clean, Mara looked at Bear. He cocked his head and looked at the door. She sighed and poured a glass of wine. She made her way to her bedroom, the dog following. Mara opened her doors, collapsing onto her swing. As she swayed, Bear bounced around the yard, chasing invisible things. Sipping on her wine, she stared off into the night, relishing the quiet crooning of the crickets. She couldn’t help but glance at Beau’s house. She watched as the lights downstairs went out.
“Come on Bear, let’s go cuddle.” She curled up with paperback she had already read several times while in the safe house and curled up in bed with the furry beast next to her. It was oddly comforting to have him pressed up against her. She fell asleep her fingers threaded in Bear’s fur.
Chapter 4
Barking tore Mara from her sleep. For the first time in months, she felt rested. There was no insomnia, no tossing and turning. No nightmares of her past or someone finding her. She smiled at Bear who stood by her patio door. Tossing back the sheet, she happily bounced to the door, letting him out. She slid the glass shut, moving to the kitchen. Mara opened the door there for Bear to return, scanning the porch for the promised food. There was nothing there. Damn, she didn’t get Beau’s number either. Glancing at the clock, she noticed how late she had slept. It was already ten. Slipping on flip flops, she went out into the morning sun. It was already becoming stifling hot.
“Come on Bear, let’s go see if your daddy is home or if we can get in and