Free Flirting with Texas (Deep in the Heart of Texas) by Katie Lane

washed down his stomach in smooth ripples. And every ripple was tanned a toasty brown.
    She had noticed his muscles and tan the night before. What she hadn’t noticed was the small tattoo on his chest. Since it was partially covered by his sling, she couldn’t tell what it was. But it looked like some kind of Japanese writing. She got a closer look when he leaned over her to test the strength of the metal on the window.
    “Well, whoever it is,” he said, “he’s worked hard to make sure we can’t escape.” He brushed by her and checked the door before looking in all the cabinets. When he reached the small door next to the bunk, he opened it and sighed with relief. “Thank God.”
    Jenna sat up. “What is it? Did you find a way out?”
    He stepped in and closed the door behind him. The steady splash, followed with the whoosh of a flush, answered Jenna’s questions. Beau stepped out and climbed up the short ladder to the bunk.
    “What are you doing?” she asked.
    “I’m going to get some sleep.” He stuffed a pillow under his head.
    “But we need to find a way out of here.”
    “I problem solve better after a few hours of sleep. Wake me if we stop.” He stretched his stocking feet over the edge.
    There was a hole in one sock, and his big toe stuck out.
    Not wanting to spend her time staring at Beau’s toe, she got up and searched through the drawers and cabinets. The only useful thing she found was a butter knifethat she bent trying to pry open the door. The camper seemed to be going faster now. Since the only windows she could see out of were in the bunk, she shut off the light and climbed up the ladder.
    “Scoot over.” She pushed at Beau’s feet. He grumbled before inching over just enough for her to get up on the small bed. In order not to touch him, she had to scoot as close to the window as she could get. She couldn’t see anything, just the glow of taillights and the occasional flash of headlights. She tried to keep her eyes open by imagining what she was going to do to Bruno when he released them, but soon the gentle rocking of the cab lulled her to sleep.
    Jenna woke from a very pleasant dream. Pressing her face into the pillow, she tried to recapture the image. But it was too late. Reality slipped in, and she started to notice things. Like the rocking of the bed. The soreness of her jaw. And the fact that the pillow she rested against wasn’t a pillow but a warm chest that held the scent of spicy soap and… cow?
    She opened her eyes to bright sunlight and the slightly whiskered jaw of the man who was stretched out beneath her. A man that didn’t smell like cigarettes, stale beer, and hair products. And he didn’t feel like skin and bones. This man felt like muscles. Warm, defined muscles that seemed all tight and flexed.
    Slowly, she lifted her head.
    Beau was watching her, the sapphire of his eyes peeking through the dark fringe of his lashes. A warning signal went off in her head, but before she could take heed and move away, he tipped his head to the side and capturedher mouth with his. The signal cut off in mid-warning as every thought in her head dissolved beneath the scorching kiss. He kissed like he smiled, teasing and sizzling hot. His tongue brushed against hers and coaxed it into his mouth where he gently sucked on it until she moaned.
    While he kissed her with a skill that no boyfriend had ever had, his hand slid up her bare thigh to the edge of her boxers. His fingers slipped under the fabric and caressed her butt cheek, sending a line of heat straight to the spot between her legs. She clamped them together, but it only intensified the sensation. He seemed to understand her dilemma, because his callused hand didn’t stop at her cheek. It dipped beneath her panties, the tips of his fingers brushing the crack of her flexed butt.
    With a swirl of tongue and heated suction, he pulled back from the kiss and nibbled his way over to her ear. “Easy, sweetheart. Just relax. I’m not