Bound to the Bachelor by Sarah Mayberry

Author:Sarah Mayberry [Mayberry, Sarah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Fiction
Publisher: The Tule Publishing Group, LLC
Published: 2015-02-07T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

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Beau came at her again then, and this time she gave it her all. Where she’d pulled blows and hesitated before, she lashed out, legs milling crazily, hands punching, elbows flying. Beau pulled back, reconsidered his approach, then tried to throw his body weight across her torso, attempting to physically smother her with his superior weight. She got in several good blows before his weight pinned her down, and even then she twisted and bucked beneath him, managing to twist onto her side, hands clawing at him. She wasn’t sure when the exercise stopped being fiction and became real in her mind. Some primitive instinct seemed to kick in, and all she knew was she had to get away from the man trying to overpower her. They struggled together for what felt like minutes, but probably only seconds, and then suddenly Beau’s weight was gone and he’d rolled back onto his knees beside her.

“Jesus,” she said on a harsh exhalation, her lungs burning with the effort of sucking in enough air.

“Fantastic,” Beau said. “You do that; you’ll make any attacker pay for every inch.”

She glanced at him, a little alarmed by how much his praise and approval meant to her. She felt like a proud school kid who’d just been given her first gold star. Then she saw the thin stream of blood trickling out of his nose.

“Shit. Did I do that? God, I’m so sorry.”

She scrambled to her knees, guilt biting hard, as he lifted a hand to his face, looking at the blood on his fingers with bemusement.

“Look at that. Your first blood. Go, Rambo.” He grinned, and she realized rather than being angry with her for hurting him or in pain, he was proud of her. The Neanderthal.

“Does it hurt?”

“Relax. It’s fine,” he said easily. “I accepted your apology in advance, remember?”

He stood, then held out a hand to her. She took it, feeling his strong fingers wrap around hers before he helped pull her to her feet.

“We should get some ice for that. I didn’t break it, did I?”

Beau laughed. “No, killer, you didn’t break it. And I’m pretty sure a tissue is going to fix this.”

He strode across to the kitchen and grabbed the box of Kleenex from on top of the fridge. One swipe and his face was clean.

“Good,” she said, relieved.

“Admit it – you’d be a little bit pleased if you’d broken my nose,” he teased.

“No!”

“Just a teensy bit. Come on, admit it.”

She couldn’t stop herself from smiling. “Not everyone is as bloodthirsty and competitive as you, you know.”

“Liar.”

She shook her head, still smiling. “Stop trying to deflect from the fact that I totally had you back there.”

“Did you?”

“You backed off, not me,” she said, hands on her hips now.

“You want to go again?”

He stepped toward her, and she took a big, instinctive step backward. He laughed.

“I’ll take that as a no.”

“I don’t want to damage your beautiful face,” she told him.

“Always thinking of me,” he said dryly.

She lifted a shoulder, conscious his light words weren’t far from the truth.

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