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

think you even liked me.”
    “A man doesn’t have to like a woman to want to fuck her. Shit. That didn’t come out right.”
    She laughed again, and he felt her relax in his arms. She actually moved closer of her own accord. Since he was never a man to let an opportunity pass him by, he tightened his hold around her, feeling those delicious breasts press against his chest.
    “To be honest, I didn’t like you much either,” she said with an impish smile. “But it didn’t stop me from wondering.”
    “Wondering?”
    “I’m having this battle with myself,” she confessed. “I really want to ask you to take me home and…stay.”
    Shit. His cock liked the idea of that. “Then why don’t we get out of here?”
    She shook her head, that smile still in place. “It’s not that simple. I don’t really know you, and I think I do need to know a man first, however much I’ve been trying to convince myself that I could do a one-night thing.”
    “What do you need to know?” He didn’t think he’d ever felt so desperate to converse with a female before. To let her ask questions and be prepared to answer them.
    She swallowed, her eyes fixed on his. He ran his hand across her back, keeping the movement slow, easy, as much for himself as for her. He didn’t want to spook her, but he wouldn’t risk her slipping from his grasp without a goddamn fight.
    “That’s a typical male response. The quickest way from point A to point B.”
    Now she was confusing him. He frowned, and she laughed. He liked to hear her laugh, it had an earthy quality about it, and it went straight to his loins. “What happens between point A and B?”
    He knew well enough, but wasn’t going to spell it out and risk her backing away from the place where he thought she currently teetered—on the edge of agreement.
    “That’s the question. What I really meant was that I need to know something about a man before I go to bed with him, and you come straight back and ask me what I want to know. Like you’d actually tell me.”
    “Why don’t you try me?”
    “It’s not that simple, is it? I could ask you a question and you could give me the answer you think I want to hear. That’s not getting to know someone. It takes time and the space to find out organically.”
    Damned if he knew what she was talking about. Probably because his erection was becoming painful. He must have uttered something, because she smiled. “Right now, you’re probably thinking I’m not worth the trouble.”
    “What I’m thinking is that I’ve never had to work quite so hard with a female before, but I wouldn’t say you’re not worth the trouble.”
    Their gazes clashed, and he increased the pressure on her back, drawing her closer still. With her breasts crushed to his chest, he could feel her heart beating, the almost rapid thump of it. It matched his own.
    Before he could fully complete the thought, he released her but tightened his grip on her hand. Without a word, he led her from the dance floor and threaded their way through to the nearest exit. The night had turned chilly but he was currently on fire.
    Turning, he pressed her back against the wall and placed his palms flat beside her shoulders. He leaned in, his mouth a whisper from hers. He wanted to take, to plunder those ripe, full lips, but instead of a brutal devouring, he forced himself to keep it light.
    She tasted sweet, ridiculously tempting, and he had the weird feeling that something was off, out of sync. But it wasn’t her, it was him. Just the touch of her mouth to his made his chest tighten, his head pound, his cock throb.
    Shit. What the hell was happening to him? It seemed taking it slow wasn’t good for his bloody health.
    Irritated and off-center, he increased the pressure, manipulating her mouth until she opened for him. He pressed his tongue between her lips and rolled it around hers. Flames licked up his groin, along his spine, his solar plexus and into his chest.
    To hell with slow.