Chapter 48
Dana fumbled in her purse for her apartment key, distracted by Beau who stood behind her, busily taking her hair out of its braid. Once he had the strands loosened, he placed both hands on her waist under her jacket, leaned down and nibbled on the side of her neck.
"Stop that," she moaned, trying to fit the key in the lock with shaking hands. "Wait until we get inside."
"Spoilsport," he murmured. He did pull his mouth away, just far enough that she could feel his warm breath stirring the hair on the back of her head. His hands, though, still molded the contours of her waist through the thin fabric of her tank top.
Finally, she got the key to work. When she opened the door, they both practically fell into the apartment and Dana barely remembered to pull the key back out before Beau kicked the door shut behind them. Her tote bag and the key fell to the floor just inside the vestibule as Beau pounced.