The separation of a few inches from time to time that was required in order for them to get out of the car and up the stairs to Beau’s bedroom was almost enough to make Mia weep, she wanted him so badly. His lips rarely strayed from her skin, his hands drawing her closer at every turn, lingering, igniting sparks on her flesh, tugging her clothing away from her heated body.
When he pushed open the bedroom door, any hopes of controlling herself for one second longer faded away. He backed her across the room toward his massive bed without flicking on the lights, and his lips devoured hers as they fell together backward onto his chocolate brown bedspread.
Mia kicked her shoes off, wanting to rip every thread of clothing off of him. He had the same thought as his hands grappled with the tie a
