The separation of a few inches from time to time that was required in order for them to get out of the car and up the stairs to Beau’s bedroom was almost enough to make Mia weep, she wanted him so badly. His lips rarely strayed from her skin, his hands drawing her closer at every turn, lingering, igniting sparks on her flesh, tugging her clothing away from her heated body.

When he pushed open the bedroom door, any hopes of controlling herself for one second longer faded away. He backed her ...