Restrain Me

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An Excerpt From: RESTRAIN ME

Bo charged forward and took hold of her upper arms, tugging her against him. “Tonight, sugar, you’re mine. Here and now.” He glared down at her, deep into those soft blue eyes, challenging her to deny him. “I’m going to take that hot little body hiding under those pretty pink clothes in ways you’ve only imagined, ride you hard and fuck you harder. Until you scream.” Until we both do.

“But, Bo…” Her mild protest fluttered in the air, her chin lifted, face flushed. With excitement? Or annoyance at his crude speech?

“You’re not getting away from here until you’ve laid your body bare for my use, any way I want it. So no, I’m not taking you back. But I will be taking you. Every damn way I want. And you’ll love every minute of it.”

She blanched, licked her lips then flushed all over again, color riding high over her cheekbones.

Normally, this is where he’d be cornered into making apologies for his rough manners. For stepping over the line, being too demanding. But the way she kept looking at him, the way she didn’t stiffen or back away, it was obvious Sommer was turned-on, aroused by his refusal. She liked the claim he was making on her, wanted no less from him. “That’s it, isn’t it? You want my body fucking yours, my cock slamming into your juicy cunt.” Where was he coming up with this stuff? “Yup, I think your sweet ass needs another spanking now, don’t you? You want it.”

“Maybe that’s not what I want anymore,” that sassy mouth flipped off, her eyes daring him. “What’ll you do then, cowboy? How’re you going to make me want it? Want you? Sure you can?”

“Guess I will just have to restrain you,” he threatened for the second time that evening, “because you’re not going anywhere. Not until I’ve had my fill of you and filled you to your absolute limit.”

He watched as passion surfaced in those doe eyes, glimmered, receded then came back full force, just begging him to take her. To bend her to his will without giving her a chance to rebel.

She was the only woman he’d ever met who he felt confident and comfortable acting like this with. The only woman who made him feel so intense and so free at the same time.

But free was something Sommer wouldn’t be—not of him. Not tonight. Perhaps not ever.

“Maybe…” she challenged further, “maybe I’ll let you do those things, if you can… Think you can, cowboy?” Bo only growled at the challenge and she added, “Might take two of you rough and tough types.”

“Like hell.” The day he shared Sommer was the day hell froze over. “Remember—in this town who you belong to,” he all but snarled at her, wishing it were true everywhere. That he could stake an irrefutable claim on her so no man ever had this piece of her but him. “Me and only me.”

And if she wasn’t careful, if she kept up that brazen attitude, she was going to drive him to prove it, because after looking over her head into the shadowy interior and seeing the wood stove stationed in the corner, a wild idea began simmering in the back of his mind. Dammit, he wanted her, wanted to make her his, and if Bo was strong enough—crazy enough—to act on it, Sommer would never be able to forget him and their time together. Never. Not as long as she drew breath.

“You understand?” he demanded, anchoring his fingers into her skin, taunting her, taunting them both. “Mine.”

She strained against him, moaned in her throat but didn’t speak.

“What’s it going to take, huh?” The night breeze whipped her blonde hair, blowing it around her face, and he caught it with one hand, refusing to let even the innocent strands rebel against him. “Me restraining you, forcing us each to endure pleasure so intense we both pass out this time?”