Bo said against her mouth, his hands on her shoulders, pushing her away. Erin’s entire being protested, and she shook her head. “No.” Then his big hands were on her face, making her look at him. His cheeks were ruddy, his eyes hot. There was no doubt that he wanted her. “I’m not going to do this. It’s taking advantage, don’t you get that? You’re not in any state of mind to be making these decisions.” That riled her. She might have lost her memory, but she wasn’t so incapacitated that she couldn’t decide if she wanted a man or not. Granted, there were a few extra things going on that might influence whether she wanted this man, but still. She dropped a hand, planted it between them as she closed her fingers around the erection that bulged against his slacks. “Erin, don’t,” he almost begged, even as he pressed into her.
