“That’s what you took from what I said?”
She shrugs. “Is it always easy to hold yourself back?”
“No. There are times it’s very difficult.”
Like now. Because being this close to her, I’m positive that she’s not wearing a bra or panties. I know I surprised her and she probably just pulled on something quick, but she’s too much of a temptation.
“What makes it difficult?”
“Lia,” I groan. “You’re making it very difficult. Men can tell when you’re not wearing a bra or panties.”
Her eyes grow wide. “The bra I get, but how can you tell I’m not wearing panties?”
This conversation is going to be the death of me. “Because your shorts are riding up and I can see your ass. I mean, I guess you could be wearing a thong, but I’d probably see that sticking out from the top.”
Her breath is heavy and pupils dilated. Fuck. Is she turned on? I know I am. This is not good, not good at all. If she gives me the go ahead, I’m not sure that I can hold myself back like I claimed I could.
ChapterFour
Lia
He’s thinking about my panties and looking at my breasts? What is wrong with me? When Jake did these same things, I wanted to curl in on myself, to cover myself with a blanket or my hands. When Beck does it, it sets my body on fire.
“I shouldn’t be discussing your panties. Fuck. I’m old enough to be your father.”
One word pops unbidden into my mind,Daddy.
He groans. “Fuck, Lia. You can’t say shit like that, not to me, not now that I’ve seen you naked.”
“Like what?”
His eyes are dark with something forbidden as tilts his face down and looks up at me from under his brows. “Don’t call me Daddy, not in that tone of voice.”
My cheeks burst into flames. I said it out loud? I didn’t mean to. I want the ground to open up and swallow me whole.
“Maybe I should leave.”
I try to stand, but Beck takes my wrist, keeping me close. He shakes his head like he can’t believe what he’s about to do. Then he looks at me with a determination that makes me weak. His nostrils flare.
“Is that what you want, Lia? Do you want to leave, or do you want to stay here with me?”
The way he says that makes it sound like a lot more than me staying in the cabin with him and his buddies. It sounds like I’ll be with him.
“I want to be with you,” I whisper.
Once the words are out, I don’t have time to regret them or over analyze them. His lips are on mine. And when his tongue seeks entrance, I open for him.
He takes over the kiss, guiding me with hungry flicks of his tongue and just the right amount of suction. And when he moves closer, my legs part to make room for his abdomen as he kneels before me.
My hips lift of their own accord. He groans and trails his fingers up my bare thighs until they’re flirting with the hem of my shorts. With every other man, this is when anxiety kicks in. This is when I retreat, when I want to slow things down.
This time, I want to speed things up. I want his hands to slip under the material of my shorts, or better yet, take them off.
He pulls back and we’re both panting. For the first time in my life, I’m desperate enough to beg. “Please. Please, Daddy.”
He lets his head fall back as a growl drifts up to the sky. Then he closes his eyes and takes two deep breaths. He’s going to put a stop to this. I know he is. So when his face is once again level with mine, I kiss him.
Kissing is something I’ve done a lot of, something I’m confident in doing. I wrap my arms around him and press my body to his. The friction of his chest moving against mine, the pressure of his hard muscles pressing into my stiff nipples makes me moan and writhe against him.