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

going to do anything you don’t want me to.”
    That was the problem. Jenna couldn’t think of a thing she didn’t want him to do.
    His tongue flicked out against her earlobe. “Lean up just a little,” he whispered. “Just enough that I can get to those sweet breasts of yours.”
    Probably for the first time in her life, Jenna obeyed without question. She pressed her hands to the mattress on either side of his head and held herself up so her breasts were inches from his mouth.
    He looked at her, his eyes hot and his lips without a hint of smile. “Do you know how long I’ve been wanting to do this?” He leaned up and captured a nipple in his mouth. Moisture saturated the fabric of her shirt. “It feels like forever.”
    Jenna was so caught up in what his mouth was doing she didn’t even pay attention to his hand until it settled over her butt cheeks and pressed her firmly against the rock-hard bulge beneath his jeans. She moaned at the intense feeling of being held tightly in Beau’s hand on one side and pressed against his hardness on the other. She adjusted her hips, settling his rigid length between her legs. Consequently, the movement allowed his fingers deeper access. Her eyes widened as he dipped into her wet heat.
    “Sweet.” His mouth moved over to her other breast. “I knew you would taste sweet.”
    As his fingers thrust, his mouth manipulated her nipple through her shirt, the pull of his lips perfectly synchronized to every stroke of his fingers. Her orgasm burst upon her with a suddenness that took her by surprise.
    As the intense feelings crested, Beau’s fingers deepened, and he bit down gently on her nipple, prolonging the intense sensations coursing through her body. When it was over, she slumped down to his bare chest, careful not to rest on the arm in the sling. She would’ve gone back to sleep if he hadn’t spoken.
    “You’re going to have to help me with these jeans, sweetheart.” When she didn’t move or say anything, he shifted her to one side. Transfixed by the play of sunlight on the muscles of his abdomen, all she could do was watch as he unsnapped his pants and pulled down the zipper. She had just gotten a peek of navy boxer briefs when he froze.
    “Sonofabitch.” He flopped an arm over his eyes.
    “What happened? Is it your shoulder?”
    He peeked out from under his arm. “I don’t have a condom.”
    The word “condom” brought Jenna out of her sexual haze and back to reality.
    “Oh my god.” She scooted as far away from Beau’s hard body as she could get. “What am I doing?”
    Beau lowered his arm and looked at her. “I think it’s called sex, but if you’d like to refer to it as making love, I don’t have a problem with that.”
    “No!” She sat up, cracked her head on the ceiling, and then flopped back down.
    “Obviously a slow learner,” Beau said as he reached over to rub her head. She ducked away.
    “There was no making love,” she stated. “It was sex. Just sex.”
    Beau tipped his head. “Okay with me. Now can we get back to the ‘just sex’ because, if my memory serves me, I haven’t had my turn?”
    Jenna’s mouth opened, and when not one word showed up, she snapped it shut.
    There were about a million things she could’ve said, but not one of them made any sense. Probably because she couldn’t make sense of what had just taken place. As it turned out, Beau didn’t have any such problem.
    “Oh, I get it. Now that you’ve used me to take care of your physical needs, you’re suddenly feeling guilty about cheating on Davy. But if I remember correctly, didn’t he walk out on you?”
    “Because of you,” she snapped. She didn’t know why she was suddenly so angry. Maybe because the truth hurt. She had used Beau to take care of her physical needs. And Davy had walked out on her. And she’d let him.
    “Now I don’t think you can blame me for that.” Beau readjusted the pillow behind his head. “According to whatI heard, he left