He uses one hand to flip the blankets back.
I release my hold on them, and they fold over at my waist, leaving my top half exposed to the cool air.
I don’t need to look down to know that my nipples are screaming for attention. The thin material of my tank top feeling like chainmail.
When he doesn’t move, my back arches. “I promise.”
His eyes follow the movement, locking on my chest.
“Elouise,” the way he says my name sounds like a growl.
I can’t believe this is happening. No preamble. No dancing around the topic. Just Beckett getting naked and telling me to be quiet.
Another tremor moves through my body and in a matter of moments I’m going to be embarrassingly wet.
“Beckett,” I say his name like a plea.
His eyes stay locked on my chest as he exhales. Then he reaches back and turns off the lantern. Darkness settling between us.
“No one else sees you,” Beckett whispers. “Not even a silhouette.”
My eyes haven’t had time to adjust to the sudden change, so I can’t see him, but I can hear him as he moves closer.
The thin mattress beneath me shifts as he climbs onto it.
“And no one hears you,” his words brush against my skin.
He’s so close now.
The blanket over my bottom half gets pushed away, and one of Beckett’s thighs presses inbetween mine.
I open my legs for him. The heat of him seeping into my every pore.
“Not a single sound.” His lips brush against my cheek, and I squeeze my eyes shut. “Not a single moan.” His breath feathers over my neck. “Not even the smallest groan.” His open mouth presses just below my ear. “Not a peep, Elouise.”
Then, as if he can see in the dark, fingers suddenly grip one of my nipples.
The sound that leaves my mouth is everything he just warned me against.
He clicks his tongue and releases my nipple, “Bad girl.”
Afraid he’s going to pull away, I reach my hands out to stop him.
Skin. Hot-to-the-touch skin meets my palms. Because Beckett isn’t wearing a shirt.
I have to catch myself before I moan again, because he feels so good. So perfect.
“You want another chance to be quiet, Babe?” I nod my head, not wanting to speak out loud and trusting he’ll see the movement. “Good.” His teeth scrapeagainst the curve of my shoulder. “Behave this time, or I’ll have to find another way to keep your mouth occupied.”
More heat surges through me.
I don’t know if I’ve ever been this turned on. This achy.
My legs close around his thigh, seeking friction, but his leg is positioned too low and I can’t get the pressure where I need it.
I’m torn between wanting to savor every second and screaming at him to hurry up.
A finger traces along my bottom lip. “Such a pretty girl.”