Free Beast Untamed: Beasts of Bodmin Moor, Book 3 by Faye Avalon

smiles, but Erin had the clear impression that Talia’s warning held a whole other layer of meaning. She couldn’t begin to imagine what, but Erin renewed her vow to keep Nathan Quinn at a very safe distance.
    Right now she had enough to keep her occupied without the complication of sex with a virile but downright mysterious man. The thing was she didn’t know if she could resist him if he touched her again.
    When the men returned thirty minutes later, and Nathan made a beeline straight for where she sat chatting with Talia and two other women, Erin knew her resolve was in desperate danger of disintegrating before her eyes.
    Nathan had a look about him that exuded raw power, and again that word popped into her head— predator . Strength, command, potency…domination. All those words applied to him, but it was the last that sent shockwaves of reaction thundering through her. He was the very last man she should want. The very last she should consider having sex with. Did she have some sort of self-destruct button when it came to dominant and powerful men?
    Maybe. But the thought didn’t stop her body from going on full alert. She had to squeeze her legs together to stop the throb between them, wrap her arms across her breasts to stop the ache in her tender flesh. Damn it, but she really wanted the man. And if she didn’t do something pretty damn quick, she knew she was in danger of getting him.

Chapter Five
    Nathan didn’t mind a woman questioning her decision to have sex with him. He didn’t mind the game of chase and retreat. What he did mind was the reason behind the uncertainty he sensed in Erin. Watching her, he knew that he’d do just about anything to convince her that sharing a bed with him for the night was all good. But he wanted the decision to be hers, and hers alone.
    That didn’t mean he wasn’t up for a little persuasion, and to be honest, he needed her in his arms again, if only for another dance as the evening drew to a close.
    The bride and groom had long since made their departure and were at this moment likely enjoying the fruits of his earlier activities with Caleb and the guys. He wondered if Erin was the type of woman who’d enjoy watching porno flicks before indulging in some light BDSM. Shit. Right now, he’d settle for vanilla as long as he had Erin beneath him.
    Since his cock pressed uncomfortably against his pants, Nathan stood and held out his hand. “Dance?” he said when Erin looked up at him. “Why don’t we take up where we left off?”
    With hesitation, and a cautious look in her eyes, Erin took his hand and let him lead her onto the dance floor again.
    He drew her close, determined to do everything in his power to change her mind back to where he’d left it two hours ago. Since then, she’d done her best not to be alone with him, dancing with Caleb and even Naomi’s grandfather. Enoch was entirely smitten with her, and it seemed the feeling was reciprocated.
    “What happened?”
    Erin met his gaze and didn’t even try to pretend she didn’t know what he meant. That was one of the things he liked about her. Straight as an arrow. “I’m not sure I can go through with it. I thought I could, but maybe it’s not a good idea.”
    “From where I’m standing, it’s the best idea I’ve had in a long time.”
    She smiled as they swayed. “I’ll bet you’re not used to having a woman hesitate. You’re used to them falling at your feet. That’s probably why you’re still here trying to get me to agree. So you can keep your record intact.”
    “A man doesn’t like to be turned down, especially when he really wants a woman.”
    “Why?” she asked suddenly. “Why me, Nathan?”
    She wasn’t the only one who could be straight as an arrow. He thought he owed it to her. “Because you’re hot as fucking Hades. Because since the first damn moment I looked at you, I wanted you.”
    She laughed softly. “That’s not true. We didn’t exactly hit it off. I didn’t