Page 31 of Body Shot

He parks on the street in front of my condo, his black Jag a little out of place among the Fords and Chevys. I shift in my seat and face Beck. It’s now or never. If I’m going to say no, I have to do it now. It wouldn’t be fair to take him inside and give him false hope.

He looks at me with a warm, gentle expression, his beautiful lips curved in a half smile. And just the fact that he’s waiting, that he knows I’m hesitating and yet he waits for me to decide, makes my heart flutter and makes me want him even more.

“Let’s go in,” I say in a husky tone.

His eyes darken and his smile deepens, and my panties get even wetter. “Yeah.”

I lead the way up to my unit and unlock the door. There’s no point in pretending. I know what’s about to happen.

My condo is dim because it faces east. I walk into my spacious living room/office and turn to face Beck. He closes the door and walks towards me with a predatory gleam in his eye that excites me even more. And yet, there’s a sense that he’s holding back. The idea that he wants me that badly but is being careful with me ignites me. I swallow, my throat thick.

“Show me your bedroom, Hayden.”

I nod and lead the way to my bedroom, also dim with the same eastern exposure.

In the room, he moves behind me and pulls my back to his front. His arms wrap around me and his face presses against my hair. “You smell like sunshine and the sea.”

Hot sensations wash over me at his touch and my body melts against him.

“Yeah,” he mutters. “Push that hot little ass back into me.”

His mouth lowers to the spot where my neck and shoulder meet, opening over my skin there. Shivers run down my spine. He kisses and licks over my shoulder, pulling my T-shirt aside, enough to slip it down one shoulder. His tongue blazes over my shoulder, up the side of my neck to below my ear, then he captures my earlobe between his lips and tugs.

“Oh God.” Weakness slides down my legs and I soften even more.

His hands roam over my abdomen, one to cup a breast, the other down, over my belly, slipping between my legs, while his hot mouth continues to kiss and suck on me, even closing his teeth lightly over my skin. It’s the most erotic embrace I’ve ever experienced. My back arches a little, my breast swelling into his palm. I want to kiss him but his hands on me feel so lovely.

“Need my hand here between your legs, sweetheart?”

“Mmmm.” My eyes close and my head drops to his shoulder as he touches me so intimately, squeezing my breast, rubbing my pussy through my shorts. “Yes. That feels good.”

“Good. I want to make you feel good.”

“Oh God, you do.”

His hands slide into my hair, gathering it all up into a ponytail that he uses to move my head, and he kisses the other side of my neck. More shivers cascade over my body, the sensation of him tugging my hair amplifying the thrill of his mouth and tongue. His hands move again, now seeking bare skin, slipping up beneath my loose T-shirt, between my breasts and right to my throat where he curves his fingers around me, gently yet possessively, sucking on my throat. His other hand explores beneath my shorts and into my panties, fingertips brushing over the curls there. My clit quivers and my skin heats everywhere.

“You’re so sensitive.” He kisses my temple. “I love how you respond when I touch you.”

I’m not sure how to reply to that. Is that a compliment? Or am I embarrassing myself by being so turned on, so easily? No, this is incredible. My very bones are dissolving with lust.

Yep. Mind definitely lost.

His hands move again, molding the soft flesh of my breast, dipping lower to brush over my labia. My inner muscles pull up tight. “Beck.”

“Right here, sweetheart.”

I feel the rumble of a groan in his chest as he strokes me. He squeezes one breast, then catches my nipple between his thumb and the side of his forefinger to pinch it, tugging a cord of sensation from nipple to pussy.

“I can feel that between my legs,” I moan.

“Here?” He cups my pussy.

“Yes.”

He squeezes my nipple again, then shifts to the other breast.

“Beck. I want to kiss you.”