Page 114 of Hot Damn
“I can’t help worrying I’ll fuck up somehow.”
“We’ll both fuck up, Beck. It’s life. Nobody is perfect. We’ll make mistakes but I will never intentionally hurt you the way she did. I won’t lie to you about what’s happening or how I feel. I don’t know the full story, don’t need to know to understand whatever we do, wherever we go from here, it has to be transparent.”
“I think I’m falling for you.”
I grin. “Yeah?”
When he nods, I lower my lips to his.
“Good. Because I think I’m falling for you too.”
I don’t give him time to say more. I kiss him deep and rock my hips in slow rolls.
It’s lazy and luscious, the kiss and the sex.
And for now I’ll ignore the little voice in my head that saysthis isn’t sex. It’s making love. We’re not ready for that. We’ve barely moved past Beckett’s initial dislike of me.
“Harder.”
Beckett’s command is accompanied with his hands on my waist guiding my movements. It’s hard to deny this man anything and I have to wonder if it will always be that way or if it’s because this is new. Newer for him than me, but still.
The flush of new emotions can make you do things you wouldn’t normally and I don’t want to fall into that category.
I want us to be real.
I want us to be building on the friendship we’ve found ourselves developing.
I want us to be more than a flash and burn.
He’s been celibate for most of his life, and I haven’t exactly been hopping from bed to bed. This could be nothing more than an itch getting scratched.
“Stop thinking.” In a reverse of his earlier move, Beckett turns us and stares down at me. “Just feel. Feel how good we are.”
Tilting my hips with his hands, he rocks in and out in slow deliberate thrusts designed to keep my attention. Deep and hard and filling, every plunge of his cock inside me lights a spark that travels along my nerves and ignites a flame.
“Yeah, that’s it.” His pace picks up. “Like that. Take all of me.”
I can’t talk, can only stare into his gaze and watch the way his emotions flicker through the light brown rim around pupils blown so wide his eyes appear bottomless, alive with possibilities I’ve never imagined.
“I want you with me.” His words are double-edged and we both know it. But again, I’m helpless to deny this man anything.
“I am.”
“What do you need?”
“You. I just need you.”
“You have me.” He pushes harder. Drives deeper. “You have all of me.”
I’m not sure if it’s his words, or the way he hits my clit with every down thrust, that has me riding the edge once more.
He’s wringing me tighter and tighter with each stroke of his hard cock through my swollen flesh and when he tips my hips, brings his knees up, and changes the angle, I sail right over that edge.
“Beck!” My body clamps tight. From head to toes, muscles contract so tight it’s almost painful as pleasure surges through me.
“Fuck! Cam!”
Following me over, Beckett crushes me beneath him as his body lets go. It’s a weight I’ll gladly bear. A comfort and satisfaction in knowing I did that. I took this masculine, capable man and brought him to his knees.
