It’s true that he sometimes stared at her with a frown, a very mean glower, even, but right now all that she could see was the true, wild desire in his eyes, as if it came from somewhere so deep that he couldn’t control it. Could no longer deny it.
She went off instantly, crying out his name and clawing her fingers down the muscles of his arms.
“Oh, baby, that’s right,” Beckham said, working his fingers deeper inside her, caressing the most sensitive spot so that the waves retriggered all over again.
She was gasping when she was done, her breaths rising and falling with each breath. It took her a moment to realize Beckham was looking down at her in pure male pleasure, a rather ludicrously tender smile on his face.
“That looked quite exciting,” he teased her, his gaze so warm, she felt as if her bones melted.
“It was,” she admitted, smiling.
He eased down on the bed next to her. Only until now did she realize his bed was so plush, and smelled so good. His large warm body felt comforting as he drew her to his chest and looked down at her. He brushed her hair back, holding her gaze as he looked into her eyes. “Seeing you so undone does shit to me,” he huskily whispered.
“I can’t help it, you affect me,” she admitted, feeling herself blush as Beckham’s proud, sexy chuckle flitted through the air.
“Yeah? You do too, lady,” he said, scanning his eyes down her body as he kept running his hand down her hair, then down her shoulders, and her sides, the hunger in his eyes only making her want more. More of what he had just given her.
“Did you not want to have sex with me?” Sandy asked worriedly, suddenly her eyes flashing in anger. “What is this? Did you just want to prove how you can have me panting with just a touch, you fucking asshole?”
Surveying her small button lips, deliciously reddened, Beckham smiled to himself. Plush and heart-shaped, small and plump, they gave him unmentionable ideas of the things he could do with them tonight. Tomorrow night. And every night after.
“My, my, that mouth of yours, Sandy,” he clucked. Instead of answering, he continued with his visual feast, shifting up on one elbow so that he could get his fill of her.
Licking those lips, Sandy lifted wide, scared eyes to lock with his. There was a silence; the only audible sound was the air conditioning, and his own pounding heartbeat.
He reached the back of her head, touching her damp, lustrous ebony hair, and then he brought her down to his mouth, groaning low and in gut-wrenching pleasure when her lips softened under his and she returned his kiss in abandon.
All her anger morphed into passion, and he loved tasting it. Loved stoking it, taking it.
He’d never been so intoxicated with a woman before. But then he’d never denied himself a woman like he’d denied himself this one. He was a Harvard man, and it didn’t take his degree to know he’d be shooting himself in the damned foot if he messed with her right now.
But holy God, did he mess with her in his head. He’d fucked her once for every mile around the world already—and this was just counting tonight.
She tantalized his curiosity, something in her female piqued all of his male.
Seeing her again….
He’d never expected to feel this denied. This hungered.
Rolling onto his side, he brought her with him. Her skin broke out in goosebumps as his fingers trailed up her delicate spine, and she leaned even closer and made a sexy little sound that was about the most erotic thing he’d ever heard. She started to kiss his jaw, his temple, holding his jaw, leaving wet tracks all over his skin. Her breath was warm and sweet. All of her. She was so sweet. She was no longer a teenager, and she still blushed when he teased her. And Beckham loved teasing her.
He slid his hands between their bodies to cup her breast, and when she sat up to let him suckle it, he groaned.
Greedily, he stared at her breasts, the swells deliciously larger than in every dream. They bounced as she shifted to stroke his cock with her fingers and his cock jerked under the caress and a groan tore out of him.
He rolled her under his body and latched onto one coral nipple, hard as a ruby and just as pretty.
He laved her hungrily, his hand stroking her other breast, weighing and clenching. Sandy Brown was his greatest fantasy, the one woman he couldn’t have…The complicated shit he felt for her had been building, this attraction, for years.
Beckham was never going to touch her.
She was a complication he didn’t need.
But they were both so hot for it he wasn’t going to deny either of them what they wanted. This just might be the only solution to their problem….
As Sandy caressed him and brought him too close to climax for comfort, he growled and then delved between her thighs so he could eat her up alive. Her hips swiveled upward, her soft cry echoing in his ears as he buried his mouth in her.
Her pussy was wet and addictive. Sexy sounds left her throat as he sucked and pleasured her. When he sensed she was close to coming, he surged upward and kissed her, replacing his mouth with two of his fingers in her tig