Beau (Remington Ranch Book 4) by SJ McCoy

as he tasted her and explored her. He pressed her back against the car and thrust his hips against hers. She did moan at the feel of his hard-on pushing between her legs. She couldn’t help it, she rubbed herself against him, wanting more. So, of course, he lifted his head and smirked at her.
    “So now, before you ask if I’m possibly suggesting what you think I am, answer me this.”
    “What?” she breathed.
    “Can you honestly tell me you don’t want to?”
    She stared at him. How could she deny it? How could she admit it?
    He brought his hands up to cup her face and smiled. “Just think about it, beautiful.” He covered her mouth with his own and she clutched his shoulders, kissing him back hungrily, knowing it made her answer plain as day.
    Then he stepped back. “I’ll be waiting.” He turned around and walked back to his truck. He didn’t pull away though. He waited while she got into her car and started it up.
    She kept an eye on him in the mirror as she drove the last few miles home and he followed. Who the hell did he think he was? Who did he think she was? It seemed he had a pretty good idea who she was, actually. A sex-hungry woman in the middle of nowhere who didn’t have many options. She shook her head. That wasn’t fair. It was him. He made her feel that way. She hadn’t had sex in way too long, but it hadn’t bothered her until she met Beau! And it wasn’t that she wanted sex all of a sudden, it was that she wanted him!
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    Beau pulled over as she turned into the driveway at the ranch. She was home safe. It was crazy that he’d followed her the last couple of miles back here, but for some reason he’d had to. When he’d seen her car pulled over at the side of the road like that, all kinds of horrible scenarios had run through his head. He’d been worried sick until he’d seen her step out of the car. He wasn’t the kind of guy who went around worrying about people. Like Wanda said, they ceased to exist for him when he wasn’t around them. It wasn’t that he was cold or heartless, at least he didn’t think so, it was just that he was pretty much self-contained. People came into his world for a few minutes, or hours, then they were gone again, until the next time. Usually. Corinne was proving to be the exception. He hadn’t managed to get her out of his head since he’d first heard her in the wine store. And when he’d watched her drive away after he’d kissed her, he couldn’t stand the thought of not knowing that she’d made it home okay.
    He turned the truck around. So, yeah. Now he knew she’d made it home. Home to Ruby! Life could be a bitch when it wanted to. Why couldn’t he just meet a gorgeous woman who didn’t have a kid? Or even one who had a sweet kid? He sighed as he headed back up to town. He had to wonder what she’d made of his offer, and whether she’d allow herself to take him up on it. He wasn’t stupid, he’d known his fair share of women. More than his share if he was honest. He knew when a woman was attracted to him. There was no doubt in the world that Corinne was. He knew from the way she’d kissed him back that at least some part of her would love to have a grown-up night with him now and then. He shifted in his seat as one part of him grew bigger and harder at the thought of such a night.
    The idea had come to him while he was driving after her to give her phone back. He’d been trying to figure out what the hell he was playing at.  Why hadn’t he given her the phone before she left? Because he’d wanted to go after her, to see her away from the others. He was attracted to her, but didn’t want to get involved with her—because he didn’t want to get involved with a kid. So he’d decided he may as well go after what he did want and lay it out for her. He’d love to spend time with her, and he’d love to get to know her better—in every sense. He could only be honest about it, and if she was in, great. If not, tough luck.
    It was