Elouise
Light filteringthrough a gap in the curtains flickers across my closed eyes.
Morning.
Habit has me trying to roll out of bed, but the arm tucked around my waist tightens, keeping me secured to the warm body behind me.
Fingers rub against the soft cotton covering my body, “When’d you put this on?”
Beckett’s voice is rough from sleep, making me smile. He sounds adorable like this.
Relaxing back, I answer him, “When I got up to use the bathroom.”
“Hmm,” I feel him nuzzle the back of my head, “I prefer you naked.”
My mouth pulls into a grin, “Is that right?”
A low sound leaves Beckett before he slips his hand up my shirt, cupping my breast, while pressing his erection against my ass.
I automatically arch into the pressure, moaning in response.
“God damn, Smoky. I don’t know what I like better.” His hand slips down until his fingers dip under the band of the thin sleep pants I pulled on. “The way you feel.” One finger slips between my folds, brushing against my clit. “Or the sounds you make.”
Right on cue I groan at his touch.
His teeth drag down the side of my neck, “Yeah, just like that.”
My hand reaches back, searching for skin, wanting to feel him like he’s feeling me.
He pushes my hand away and moves his hips back enough to grab the top of my pants and pull them down below my ass. “I need to have you.”
It’s like each word he speaks arrows straight to my core. “I’m ready.”
His fingers glide over my slit, testing the truthfulness of my statement and he lets out his own groan. The rumble deep against my back.
But then the rumbling continues…
My eyes flutter back open.
The sound is coming from outside and… And it’s getting louder as it gets closer.
And closer.
Oh no.
Alarm bells start sounding off in the back of my brain.
Oh hell no.
My body tenses.
Beckett’s hand drops away from my pussy as he pushes up onto one arm. “What is it?”
The rumbling stops, and a sick feeling of oh-please-no fills my gut.
Frantically, I squirm myself out of bed, tugging my pants back up as I rush to the window.
“Oh no, oh no, oh no…”