Taming the Heart (Crimson Ridge #3)

by Elliott Rose

“I can’t fight this, baby. I’m not supposed to crave you, but I can’t find any more reasons not to.” Goddamn, I’ll get down on my knees and beg this girl right here, right now, if that’s what she needs. “Beau. You’re married.” Her fists stay clenched in my shirt, but she rails harder against my torso. An act that shoves me away and clutches me near, all in the same action. “Say the words, Sage. Tell me you don’t want me anywhere near you.” My palms skate down her shoulders, following the curve of her spine, as my lips keep descending to seek out her collarbone. Goddamn the feel of her soft breasts brushing against my torso is like heaven. I’m torn between the need to keep descending her body, to take them into my mouth, and the desire to feel her properly. “Tell me you don’t want to know what my touch feels like.” I hum against her sun-kissed skin. “Oh my fucking god.” “Tell me to stop right now. I’ll walk away.” My voice is low and gritty to my own ears while my teeth graze back up the column of her throat. As I pursue that tender patch of skin, my tongue laps at her pulse, tasting the faint hint of saltiness and sweet fragrance there. “You’re the one who had all the rules. Don’t do this to me.” She breathes, arching her neck to give me better access. “I’m not gonna be anyone’s second prize.” That drives me further down this path of self-destruction. I sink my hands lower, palming and squeezing her ass beneath the water. “There’s no putting you anywhere but front and cent...