Closing my eyes, I work to calm my racing pulse.
Maddie is always telling me about finding my happy place. She’s convinced that if I can visualize that peace, then I can experience it in real life.
I probably should have listened closer when she explained the process.
Breathing in, I let the scent of the woodsy air fill my senses.
Calm. I can be calm.
Focusing on my breathing, I don’t hear the footsteps that stop outside my tent.
Calm.
The sound of the entrance unzipping has my eyes flying open.
“Beckett?” I whisper his name, suddenly worried it might be Adam again.
“It’s me, Smoky,” his quiet response settles me, while simultaneously spiking my pulse.
It’s strange to just welcome him into my tent, considering I’ve been avoiding him all day. But having him here gives me an odd mix of comfort and excitement. And my poor heart hardly knows how to handle it.
I left the lantern on, so peeking over the top of the blankets that are still clutched in my hands, I watch as Beckett ducks inside.
He’s silent as he closes the flap behind him.
He’s silent as he watches me, while moving further into the tent.
He’s silent as he pulls his shirt off.
The moisture leaves my mouth and heads straight to my core.
This man… Christ. He’s built just like my Highlander fantasies. Tall, wide, muscles and thickness and… he’s undoing his jeans.
Seriously, what is going on?! Is he just going to strip all the way down? Are we doing this? It? Now?!
Beckett’s eyes are on me as he shoves his jeans off his hips. And I have to bite my lip to keep from begging him to go quicker.
There’s no way to confuse what’s in front of me. Straining against his black boxer briefs is a hard cock. A big, fat, hard cock.
The outline I saw last night did not do him justice.
A small moan escapes my lips before I can clamp them back shut.
I knew he’d be coming back tonight. I mean, I have his blankets. And I was expecting that something might happen between us. But I wasn’t expecting this. For him to just strip down and for my body to react like it was doused in a lust potion.
My chest is nearly heaving and I’m glad I’m lying flat on my back because if I’d been standing, I’d have fallen over.
He’s just so… manly.
“Elouise?” Beckett’s voice fills the tent, skittering across my nerves.
My eyes take their time roaming up to meet his. “Yes?” I breathe the question.
Beckett lowers onto his knees, leaning forward until he’s bracing his weight on his hands. “Are you gonna be quiet for me? Or do I need to leave?”
Holy. Shit.
“I’ll be quiet,” I whisper.