Page 51 of Body Shot

My face, probably already tomato red from the orgasm and the hot shower, heats even more. “I’m not very experienced. Sorry.”

“Fuck no, don’t apologize.” His expression sobers. “Watching you respond to me, come apart for me like that . . . it’s fucking hot.”

“Oh.” I’m always quick to assume that someone teasing me is doing so because I’m weird and different. But Beck keeps showing me that teasing can be affectionate.

He bends his head and touches his lips to mine. “Like the night you were tasting tequila for the first time.”

“It wasn’t the first time I’d had tequila.”

He chuckles. “Babe. You know what I mean.Reallytasting it.”

“Okay, yeah.”

“You were so sexy, letting your senses take over.” He kisses me again. “That day at the beach. Tonight. And just now . . .” This time his mouth lingers. “Feeling warmer?”

I huff out a laugh. “Oh yeah.”

“Good. I think I owe you dinner. I was going to take you for something to eat after. Do you want to get dressed and go out somewhere? Or order something in?”

“Ordering in sounds nice.”

“Great. Because I’d rather you stay naked.” He gives my ass a squeeze.

“I’m not staying naked. Especially if there’s a delivery guy coming.”

Beck grins. “Okay, but wear as little as possible.”

Eesh. I don’t have a drawer full of sexy lingerie. As little as possible is going to have to be a pair of shorts and a tank top. Yeah, that’s sexy.

While Beck gets rid of the condom and dresses in his board shorts and shirt, I find clothes and dress too. He wanders into the bedroom as I pull the tank top down over my middle. His gaze immediately goes to my braless breasts and his smile is appreciative. “Nice.”

Okay, maybe I can be a little sexy.

We debate food choices, me ruling out sub sandwiches and him raising a hand to veto veggie burgers from EVO. He pulls up an app on his phone and reads some other choices until we finally agree on rice bowls from Lucky Delight, his with steak, mine with shrimp.

I start a playlist on my phone and we sit on the couch, me sideways and cross-legged with a soft beige throw over my legs.

“Your couch surprises me.” Beck lounges back with one long leg crossed over the other.

“Why?”

“You don’t seem like a red leather girl.”

“Basic and boring, right?”

“I never said that. But you’re very . . . practical.”

“Yes, I am. This couch is practical. Leather is very easy to keep clean and it will last a long time.”

He smiles. “I guess it being bright red doesn’t change that.”

“No. Okay, truthfully, I really hesitated when I was buying this. I loved it but I did think it was going to be difficult to decorate around it. Carrie convinced me it wouldn’t be that hard. Not that I’m much into decorating.”

“I like your place. Who took the photographs?”

“Carrie.”

Beck’s eyebrows shoot up and he studies them again. “Really? They’re fantastic.”

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