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“You won’t. Do whatever you want,” he said. “Walk Aslan, take a nap, order food. Just come with me. Be with me.”
Beckett was allowing me a peek inside his creative process. The thought thrilled me almost as much as the press of his firm lips against mine. I hopped up out of the bed and lunged for my clothes so fast that a laugh exploded from Beckett’s mouth. But I didn’t let it slow me down. I couldn’t afford to give him a chance to change his mind. I gave Beckett one last kiss and hustled him out the door.
Chapter 35
“You work too much.” Beckett grabbed me around the waist before I could roll out of bed, and he pulled me against him.
“Look who’s talking. You were up until 3:00 a.m.”
He fit me snugly against him so that the heat of his chest warmed my naked back. “We could be in Littlecloud right now.” He scraped my neck with his beard scruff, and a shiver ran down my spine.
“You would have still been up until 3:00 a.m.” Beckett had moved his office to his bedroom last night. While I’d slept, he’d typed furiously on his laptop.
“Yeah, but you wouldn’t be escaping my bed.” He pushed my hair aside to kiss my ear.
My body melted against his. “I wish I didn’t have to go.” There was no joy in going to the book tour now that I knew Sally wasn’t Miranda, but I was scheduled to work and couldn’t let Thatcher down.
Beckett’s mouth slid from my ear to my neck. He swept aside my hair and pressed kisses across my shoulder. His teeth nipped my skin. “So, don’t go.” His hand moved up my ribcage to cup my breast. “Stay here with me.”
My nipple hardened against his palm. An ache grew inside me that only Beckett could ease. His thumb stroked my nipple, and I arched into him. My body burned for him again, even though he’d just been inside me a few hours ago.
I wanted to stay with him. I didn’t want to leave this bed with these thousand-thread-count sheets that felt like layers of clouds and this man who woke me in the middle of the night with his mouth, who could make a volcano of sensations erupt inside me with a flick of his tongue.
“Beckett…” I gasped as he rolled my nipple between his thumb and finger, gently tugging.
“Hmm?” His voice was full of gravel. He pinched my nipple harder, then turned his attention to my left breast, squeezing and massaging until I squirmed against him. “What do you want, Princess?”
He nudged my legs apart with his knee, and I felt the heaviness of his erection pressing against the back of my thigh. Heat flashed through me. I was instantly wet and aching for him.
I shifted and found his mouth with mine. His body curled around mine, hand cupping my breast possessively. He tasted of the espresso he’d been drinking to stay awake.
“Tell me what you want.” He turned me in his arms so that we faced each other.
My heart slammed in my chest as Beckett skimmed his teeth over my jaw. He inched his hand up my leg and hooked my knee over his hip. His thigh wedged between mine, and I felt him, hot and hard, close to my entrance.
“Are you too sore?” he asked. We hadn’t been gentle with each other. “Do you want my mouth?”
The thought of Beckett’s talented mouth doing wicked things to my body sent a wave of longing through me. I moaned and opened my mouth to his kiss.
His mouth left mine, and he kissed down my chest. After teasing one nipple and then the other, he moved down my ribcage to kiss my belly. I threaded my fingers in his hair and tugged. He stopped kissing me and looked up, eyes hooded with desire.
“I really have to go.” I trailed my hands down his neck and over his broad shoulders. His muscles rippled under my touch, causing a ball of tension to coil in my belly. Beckett made me crave things I hadn’t known I wanted. “You could come with me,” I said.
Beckett rolled off me and sat up, swinging his feet to the floor. “No thanks. The last thing I want to do right now is deal with Sally,” he said. “You want to grab a shower before you go?”
“Tempting,” I said. “But if I get in the shower with you, I know what will happen.”
“I know what I’d like to happen.”
His sexy voice sent a streak of lust through me. “You’re too good to be true. Like some sort of unicorn or something.”
Beckett glanced down at his lap. He was completely naked and still hard. “Is that a penis joke?”
I laughed. “No. And no, I’m not joining you in the shower. I have to go.”
“Next time?”
I hesitated. Beckett assumed there would be a next time that I slept over here. A next time that we woke up in each other’s arms. I could hardly blame him. I’d willingly come home with him. I’d spent the night in his bed. But that didn’t mean I was ready for a next time. This was moving at a lightning pace, too fast for me.
