The finger trails a line down my chin. My neck. Between my breasts. Pulling down the front of my tank top. Beckett keeps his finger tugging down on the fabric, moving it from one side, then the other, until both of my breasts are free. The top band of my shirt snug underneath them.
Shivers run over every inch of my body. The cold air. His hot touch. I’m so on edge I’m afraid I might come without any contact at all.
Something ghosts over the tip of my nipple, and I strain into it.
“Patience.”
I open my lips to curse at him, but his mouth presses down against mine. At the same time, a large hand envelops my breast.
My senses are instantly overloaded. Our first kiss. The heat of his palm pressing against my nipple. His fingers gripping the soft flesh. The feel of his mouth moving against mine.
Lips. Tongue.
His mouth slants one way and I move the other, deepening the kiss.
A kiss I dreamt about so many times growing up. But even my dreams didn’t come close.
My hands reach up and grip his hair. His chocolatey locks are soft, contrasting the feeling of his scratchy beard rubbing against the sensitive skin next to my mouth.
This isn’t the Beckett I was infatuated with as a girl. This is Man Beckett, and he’s so much better.
When his tongue swipes into my mouth again, I let my lips close around it. Sucking it into my mouth.
I can feel the rumble of approval rolling around in his chest.
Pulling back from our kiss, Beckett lowers his head and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth. Nipping at it with his teeth. Flicking it with his tongue.
I can feel everything. And I’m about to burst.
He switches breasts, pulling my other nipple into his mouth. But when he uses his fingers to pinch my other peak, I can’t stop the moan that leaves me.
He stops. Lifting off me completely.
“No! Beckett, wait!” I’m panting, but I can’t let him stop now. I might die.
He removes his thigh from between mine, but he doesn’t go far.
Kneeling next to me, Becket rolls me onto my side, facing away from him.
Before I can ask him what he’s doing, he lays down behind me and hooks an arm around my waist, pulling me back until I’m flush against his front. He’s the big to my little spoon.
With a few adjustments, he gets one arm under my head like a pillow, and the other splays across my stomach.
My tank top is still bunched up under my breasts, so all that’s left separating us are his boxer briefs and my thin sleep pants.
I arch into him and his grip on my middle tightens. “Keep that ass still, Smoky, or I’m going to fuck it.”
I can’t help it, his words are setting me on fire. And we’re leaving in the morning. And I don’t even know if I’ll see him again after this. And I don’t even know if he’s talking about doggy style or actually fucking me in the ass, but I find I don’t care. I’m so far gone, he could talk me into trying just about anything right now.
Ignoring his warning, I grind back against him.
This time he’s the one to groan. “Do you know what you’re doing?” he shifts his hips, and I feel the full length of him pressing against me. “Do you understand where this is going?”
“I understand,” my back arches. “I’m not some little virgin anymore, Beckett.”
The arm under my head bends and I’m hauled higher up against his chest. His hand grips the front of my neck. Not hard. But enough to show who’s in control.
“Who took it?” he bites out.