Elouise
I squeezethe excess water out of my hair, pull the shower curtain back, and yelp.
Beckett just smirks, holding out my towel.
“Jesus, Beckett!” I snag the towel and hold it in front of my body, as if he hasn’t seen it all already. “Are you trying to scare me to death?”
He leans back against the vanity, “Hardly. Just trying to catch a peek.” His eyes narrow as he looks at the shower I’m still standing in. “We’ll need to switch that curtain with a glass door.”
Doing my best to keep myself covered, I start to dry myself off. I’d love to have a real shower door, but I still ask him, “Why?”
“So I can watch you shower,” Beckett leaves the duh implied.
“Hmm.”
Swiping the towel over my face, I finally let my eyes focus on Beckett. He’s nearly naked, wearing nothing but a pair of tented black boxer briefs. And the way he’s leaned back against the counter makes his erection that much more noticeable. Not that that’s the only part of him on display. His arms are crossed, bunching his biceps and making his chest look that much more defined. And then that trail of hair, leading my eyes back down…
“Do you always get up this early?” Beckett asks, but I can’t look away. And I swear his dick twitches as I continue to stare at it. “Smoky?”
“What? Huh?” my eyes fly up to meet his.
He’s smirking, “How much extra time do you have right now?”
I wet my lips, “I got up early so I could make us breakfast.”
He pushes away from the counter, “Good. But I don’t need you to make me breakfast.”
“No?”
“No.” Beckett steps forward, yanking the towel from my grasp. “I’ll just eat you.”
I gasp, feeling too revealed in the bright lights of the bathroom, but Beckett’s gaze is scorching, telling me there’s nothing on view that he doesn’t like.
“On the bed,” Beckett demands.
My whole body starts to throb in anticipation, and I hurry past him into the bedroom.
I’ve gotten both hands and one knee onto the mattress, ready to crawl to the middle, when Beckett’s hands grip my hips. “Stop. Right there.”
I freeze.
One hand slides down to tap the back of my leg that’s still planted on the ground. “Up.”
Shifting my weight, I bring that knee up to the mattress, leaving me naked, on all fours, at the edge of the bed.
Beckett’s hands slide up and down the backs of my thighs, and the soft caress sends my nerve endings into a riot. I’m so open to him. So exposed.
It’s like last time, except it’s completely different. There’s no level of punishment here. This moment feels like pure revelry. Adoration.
“Wider,” his words are a whisper, his hands moving to the inside of my knees, pressing them further apart. “That’s my perfect girl.”
My arms are already shaking, when I moaned, “Beckett.”
“Elouise,” his breath puffs across my sex and it’s the only warning I have before he presses his face between my legs.
My back arches, pushing into the sensation, and I let out a cry of relief when his tongue laps over my clit.
Beckett groans against my core and I feel it everywhere. “Fuck, Baby. You taste so good.”