Page 115 of Hot Damn
We stay that way, Beckett like a weighted blanket on top of me for long moments before he lifts his head and smiles.
“How about that bath now? It’s seems we’re both a little sticky.”
“I think we need to change the sheets first.”
“Nah, we can do that later. Or not. I figure we’ll just mess them up again. Come to think of it. There probably isn’t any point taking a bath either. I’m only going to want to get you dirty again.”
“We can’t spend all day having sex.”
He looks affronted. “Why not?”
“Well, we, um…”
“See, no logical reasons we can’t do this for the rest of the day. You won’t do it with Whit in the house so I need to make the most of the time she isn’t here.”
Before I can say a word, he rolls us over and lift me off him. The loss of his heat inside me is sharp and shocking but I don’t have time to focus on it long because he has us out of bed and heading for the bedroom door, me over his shoulder.
“Beckett! What the hell?”
“I want to revisit earlier.”
“Earlier?” I have no idea what he’s talking about and being upside down isn’t helping my mind work it out.
“Yeah, earlier when I said I didn’t want to fuck you on my kitchen counter.”
“You want to have that conversation again?” My brain is obviously overflowing with blood because I still can’t work out what he’s doing.
“Yep.” His hand comes down on my bare ass, making me yelp. “I want to fuck you on it now.”
“Now? But we just?—”
Another slap to my ass has me sucking in a breath. “Hush, woman. I’m thinking about other places in the house I can fuck you before my daughter comes home and cock-blocks me.”
“I... Um.” Yeah, I have no words. I think he’s serious. And if he is, I’ll be lucky if I can walk this evening.
“You promised to tell me if you didn’t like something or I hurt you.”
His soft words have me relaxing. “I did. I will.”
“I won’t be mad if you don’t want to do this.”
“Beck, the only time I’ll get mad is if you wind me up and leave me hanging. Although, sometimes that can be fun.”
Delayed gratification has never really been my thing but the few times I’ve done it have been enjoyable. And Beckett admitted to his limited experience. He might enjoy it.
I add it to a mental list of things to suggest we try in the future.
“All right. Fucking on the kitchen counter now. Bubble bath after that.”
Smiling, I hold onto his naked hips as he moves through the house. “Can I use scented bubbles?”
“Are there any other kind?”
His question is genuine and I remember his limited experience and exposure to adult females. “Yeah, you can get them in all sorts of scents. I had one that was fresh snow scented last Christmas.”
“I only have whatever Whit bought when I had the tub installed.”
“Let’s worry about it later. Right now, I think you mentioned counter sex.”
