His hold on me tightens, “I don’t want to rush you.”
“You’re not,” I cut him off before he tries to make excuses for this pull between us.
“Good. Because every night when I shut my eyes, I see you.” He leans in closer. “I see you, underneath me, with my cock buried in your throat.” That heat builds between my legs, flashing out into the rest of my body. “I see you writhing and moaning and swallowing me down.” I’m panting. I think I’m panting. “And I need to see that again. Only this time,” he tugs on my hands, bending me over the table towards him, “I’m going to do it with my cock sunk deep inside your pussy.”
Releasing one of my hands, Beckett cups the side of my face, holding me still as he closes the distance between us.
It’s only for an instant, but when his lips press against mine every nerve ending I have alights with pleasure.
“Tell me you want that too,” his words ghost over my mouth.
“I want that, too,” I whisper back.
“That’s my girl. Now invite me over.”
Not realizing my eyes had closed, I open them, finding Beckett’s golden gaze staring back at me, “Will you come home with me, Beckett Stoleman?”
“I thought you’d never ask.”