Sweet Renegade by Andria Large Page A

lightly over mine. I suck in a sharp breath as my body roars to life. How does he do that? I can’t understand how the simplest touch from Beau makes my body come to life when all of the other men I’ve been with were forced to really work for it. Butterflies take over my stomach as his lips press against mine more firmly for a moment before he backs away.
     
    “Come back to my room with me?” he asks, his lips still close enough to brush mine as he talks.
     
    I can only nod since I’m not in control of my body anymore, my vagina is. And that little bitch wants Beau. All of him, and screw the fact we’ve only being a couple for a few days! I haven’t had sex in a long time and my body is more than ready to break the funk I’ve been in. Beau smiles and kisses me again before he helps me out of the van and leads me inside.
     
    We stop by my room so that I can grab a change of clothes, my toothbrush, and a couple of other things so that I’m not doing the ole whole walk-o-shame in the morning back to my room. Beau seems to be getting more and more nervous as we head back to his room. He even fumbles with his room key, dropping it on the floor. This confuses me because he shouldn’t have any reason to be nervous, it’s not like he’s never been with a woman before.
     
    We finally get inside and Beau locks the door behind us. The room is pitch black since the blinds are closed. I reach out into the darkness for Beau and gasp when I find that he’s right in front of me, my hand bumping into his chest.
     
    “Let me find the lamp,” Beau mutters, his tone somewhat odd.
     
    I reach out again and he’s gone. I then hear a thud as Beau bites out a vicious curse. I roll my lips in to stop my laughter; no doubt, he banged into some kind of furniture. He’s now muttering to himself, which makes it even funnier. The light flicks on and I have to squint from the brightness of it. Beau is stiff and tense as he moves about the room, picking up some clothes off the floor and throwing out trash that is laying out on the table in the little kitchenette area. I frown.
     
    What is going on with him?
     
    I set my things down on top of the dresser then kick off my shoes. I sigh as I sit on the end of the bed and stretch out my toes. The heels I am wearing are killing my feet. Beau kicks his shoes off over by his suitcase. He finally turns around and looks at me. I cock my head when I see hesitation in his eyes.
     
    “Are you okay?” I ask in concern.
     
    He nods his head jerkily.
     
    “You seem nervous,” I say. It just seems weird that he would be nervous since he’s the one who asked me back to his room and both of us know exactly where it would lead.
     
    Beau shrugs and pulls his shirt over his head. “I’m fine, just tired.”
     
    I let my eyes linger over his muscled frame. Things down low clench with want and need. Damn vagina is acting up again. I really don’t think sleeping with Beau is a good idea, but I don’t know if I can resist him. His pants are the next to go. My heart skips a beat when he is left standing next to the bed in only his red, white, and blue striped briefs. The body on this guy is incredible. My hands itch to run over all of that smooth, flawless skin. Without looking at me, he climbs under the covers and lies down.
     
    Really? I swore that he was going to make a move tonight. Isn’t that why he asked me back to his room? Maybe he really only wants to hold me? Or maybe he’s waiting for me to make the first move because of our arrangement and he’s not sure of what I want? Yeah, that’s probably it. Well, I guess I will have to make the first move then. Watch out Beau because here I come…pun intended.
     

     
    *Beau*
     
    I swallow hard as I watch Lizette undress. I can’t believe that she’s actually undressing in front of me. When I invited her back to my room, this is exactly what I had in mind, but I’m so fucking nervous that I abandon my initial plan to try to seduce