Page 88 of Hopeless Romantic
“Wait,” she said, her breath coming in choppy gasps. “Not yet.”
Levi waited. “Was that a ‘not yet, I’d rather walk to your cabin’? Or more of a ‘not yet, I remembered I said I never, ever,everwant a tour of your cabin’? Because if it was the former, I’d like to point out that I admire your independence. But if it was the latter, and this was a ‘caught up in the moment, might be feeling regrets,’ just say so. Second thoughts happen.”
He might shed a tear to two, but he’d understand, whichever way she decided.
Beckett silently watched him, and he wasn’t sure what to make of it. Then a small smile started at her cheeks and lit her big brown eyes, and it had a good portion of hunger and need.
“No second-guesses. They only thing I regret is not going home with you that night at the bonfire.”
Levi’s chest felt tight over that amazing and terrifying admission. His lungs seized up when he realized she meant it. He could see the truth in her eyes. This insane pull was definitely a double-sided situation. They were finally both on the same track, barreling toward each other at a speed of two-hundred-and-sixty-eight miles per hour. And when their paths finally intersected, it was going to be catastrophic.
“And I said ‘wait’ because”—she reached over and pulled two more condoms from her bag—“I figured we’d need these.”
Catastrophic or not, that was what he was looking for. A sign that this wasn’t some spontaneous hookup. She’d thought this through, made her choice, andhallelujah,she’d chosen him.
“Now about that tour.” She slipped down his body, took his hand, and gave it a gentle squeeze that he felt all the way to his soul.
Silently, she led him through the galley, and he couldn’t help but follow as she took him down the stairs to the lower deck and into his master cabin, the same master cabin he’d pictured her in a thousand times over. And when she reached his bed, she climbed in and lay back against the headboard. And what a sight she made. Her hair spread out on his sheets, her lithe body completely bare. Her eyes looking at him as if he really could hang the moon.
“I’ve been thinking.” She offered up a sweet smile. “Maybe we should get rid of a few rules.”
Depending on the rule, he was game. Unless it was rule three, because she was already his, and he didn’t feel ready to give her back. Now rule one, he could get behind. How else was he going to see if she looked better naked under moonlight or sunlight?
For the record, she looked beautiful in the moonlight. The soft glow on her skin; the way the light reflected off her shiny, wet, full lips.
She patted the bed. “I feel content to stay here all night.” She reached out her hand to him. “Join me.”
Those two simple words slayed him. He wasn’t chasing her, sweet-talking her, or charming her into his bed. She was meeting him halfway, reaching out, showing him that she, too, could be vulnerable.
For him, she could be vulnerable. And wasn’t that the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
“If I have my way, you won’t be leaving my bed until next week,” he said, crawling up her body to take her mouth.
She took his right back, further confirming why he couldn’t stop thinking about her. Her hands fisted in his belt loops, and she yanked him on top of her.
“Too many clothes,” she said. Her hands sliding beneath his jeans once again, over his ass, and with the help of her feet, taking his jeans all the way off.
“You found out what I liked; now it’s my turn,” she said, her hands giving a delicate squeeze that made his eyes roll to the back of his head. He’d barely regained consciousness when she bent over and covered him with her sweet mouth.
“Jesus, Beck,” he groaned, resting his arm over his eyes. But he glanced down at her, because he couldn’t help himself. Watching her slowly drive him out of his mind with her gentle licks and sucks was the sexiest thing he’d ever experienced.
“Too many more turns like that, and it will be game over.” He rolled her over, pinning her beneath him. “And when I cross the finish line, I want to do it with you. Okay?”
She beamed up at him. “Okay.”
“Okay.” He kissed her gently, then not so gently, running a hand down her stomach and between her legs. He danced around the edges until her body was quivering beneath him, and her breath was coming in short gasps.
A second finger joined the party, making sure she was wet and ready. It didn’t take long until the moans started, and he felt her hips push against his hand, straining for more friction.
“I see the finish line,” she panted, the small of her back arching off the bed.
“Already?” he asked.
She nodded. “And if you want to join in the celebration, you’d better suit up.”
Never one to keep a lady waiting, he slipped on the condom, and just as he had it secure, she lifted her hips, and talk about hole-in-one.
“Oh God,” they sighed in unison.
