Free A Perfect Fit by Tory Richards

onto her back and looked over at him. He was lying on his back with his hands linked beneath his head, staring up at the ceiling. Even doing nothing, the muscles in his arms were hard and defined. Her gaze traveled down his naked chest, six-pack abs, and stopped where the sheet covered the lower half of his body. Even in its deflated state, his cock provided a sizable bulge beneath the covering.
     
              “ Is sex all you ever think about?” she asked with a touch of humor in her tone.
     
              A snort of laughter escaped Beau. He remained looking up at the ceiling. “I'm beginning to think so.” He turned his head slightly and met her eyes. “Where you're concerned, anyway.”
     
              “ Well it's not my fault you can't control yourself.”
     
              “ And you're so innocent,” he said half-jokingly. “I haven't heard the word ‘no’ pass between those pretty lips yet.”
     
              Marissa couldn't argue with him about that. The word no hadn't entered her head. Not when everything Beau did to her gave her pleasure to the highest degree.
     
              “ Don't worry, cowboy. I won't tell Kirk to take any deductions for your, ah, unsolicited services.”
     
              “ I think I deserve a bonus,” Beau surprised her by saying. “You take a lot out of a man. And speaking of Kirk, he called this morning.”
     
              Oh. Marissa had a feeling her time with Beau was coming to an end. “Good news?”
     
              “ The police have determined there's nothing linking the two model's deaths. One of them left a suicide note. So after you get dressed, I'll take you home.”
     
              He said it so matter of factly that disappointment replaced Marissa’s blissful state. Was he eager to get rid of her? “ Oh. And just when I was starting to like you.” She had meant it teasingly, but was painfully aware that her tone sounded a little let down.
     
              Beau chuckled, turned so he could lean over her. “You have a mean mouth on you.”
     
              Then why was he kissing her? A moan escaped Marissa when she found herself forced deeper into the bed. Beau's kiss started out soft, almost tentative, but grew in strength and force the longer it continued. Then, without warning, he broke it off.
     
              “ Kissing you turns your pretty mouth all soft and hungry.” He kissed her in between each word, leaving Marissa gasping and a little dizzy.
     
              “ You don't play fair.” She met every touch of his lips eagerly, raising her face to try to maintain contact when he pulled away. She wanted so much more.
     
              “ I’m not playing.” Beau kissed her long and hard, forcing his tongue inside her mouth.
     
              Her tongue met his with wild abandon. The taste of coffee on his breath fueled her desire to taste the heat of his passion, only Beau seemed to have other ideas. Once he was satisfied making love to her mouth, he pulled away, rolled to the other side of the bed, and sat up. Marissa's gaze followed his movements.
     
              “ I'll go see if your clothes are dry.” He got to his feet.
     
              What happened? His abrupt change caught her off guard.She admired his naked backside as he left the room. After everything, she really didn't want to leave. She wouldn't mind getting to know Beau a little better. It had been a long time since she'd met a man who peaked her interest enough that she wanted to spend more time with him. She wondered what his reaction would be if she broached the subject of staying a little longer.
     
              Marissa grabbed her borrowed shirt, slipped into it, and walked to the window. She glanced down into the yard to see two men unloading a horse trailer. Her gaze scanned the ranch, taking in what she hadn't been able to see