Ha!
His dad and I snort at the same time. I might not be able to hear every word being spoken, but that sound comes across loud and clear.
Amusement flashes in Beck’s eyes. “It’ll be cleaned up by the time you get home. No worries.”
They exchange a few more words before Beck hits the disconnect button and tosses the phone onto the nightstand.
The comforter is still pressed against my breasts. “Are you in trouble?”
“Nah.” He doesn’t look the least bit concerned as he collapses against the pillows. “It’s all good.”
My attention becomes snagged by his body. Over perfect pectorals and six-pack abdominals to the muscular V and then lower to his—
“You keep looking at me like that and you’ll wind up flat on your back again.”
I gasp. The arrogant smirk is back in full force.
He rolls toward me until his lips can ghost over mine. “And I would love nothing better than to bury myself in you again, but that’s probably not a good idea.” His hand drifts under the covers until he can cup my heat. He squeezes his fingers and a trill of pleasure reverberates through my core. “I’m sure you’re sore.” There’s a pause, and I realize this moment will go one of two ways. “Right?”
“Yes,” I answer truthfully.
“That’s what I thought.” He releases me and rolls off the bed before sauntering to the bathroom.
I watch him, unable to stop myself from checking out his ass.
Lord in heaven, he is gorgeous.
As Beck crosses the threshold, he throws a glance over his shoulder. “I like the way you look naked in my bed all flushed from sex. I could get used to it.”
Thankfully, he doesn’t wait for a response. Other than a pounding heart and the bubble of pleasure growing inside me, I don’t have one.
And that’s dangerous.
Beck is dangerous.
Now that he’s no longer affecting my hormones, doubt and cynicism creep in at the edges. I’m reluctant to throw caution to the wind and believe this is anything more than sex.
Good sex.
Great sex, even.
But sex, nonetheless.
With him in the bathroom and all these heavy thoughts crashing down on me, I toss back the comforter and grab his T-shirt from the floor before slipping it over my head and down my body. I search for my thong before yanking it in place. Now that I’m clothed, I feel more in control of myself and the situation.
A few minutes later, Beck strolls out of the bathroom.
Naked.
He closes the distance between us until one hand can slide into my hair. Gently, he pulls my face closer before pressing his lips to mine.
“Thank you,” he whispers against my mouth.
“For what?”
“For giving me your virginity.”
Heat fills my cheeks as I glance away.
“Hey.”
Reluctantly, I meet his gaze.
“It meant a lot to me.” He pauses, his voice dropping. “You know this is more than sex, right?”
I shrug.
Is it?
His mouth seeks out mine again. When his tongue sweeps across the seam of my lips, I open, and he deepens the kiss. It’s like being dragged to the bottom of the ocean. I lose all sense of time and space. I’m unsure where I begin and he ends. Beck overwhelms me in every possible way. When he pulls away, I’m dazed and more confused than ever. His breath feathers against my lips, and I want to stand here and breathe him in forever.
“Mmm,” he growls, “your mouth is so fucking sweet.” He presses another kiss against my swollen lips. “Just like the rest of you.”
A whimper escapes from me. All the doubts crowding inside my head disappear with his nearness.
“Goddamn, I want to be inside you again.” He nips my lower lip playfully. “But we can’t.”
My breath hitches as he turns his back on me and walks to the dresser on the other side of the room. His muscles shift with every step. It’s mesmerizing. Everything about him is hard and chiseled. I know he spends a lot of time in the gym. I’ve heard my parents talk about his dedication to the sport and how much money his parents spend on private coaching and agility trainers.
“I need to clean up before my parents get home or my dad will have my ass,” he says.
It takes effort to blink out of the mental fog that has settled over me and focus on his words. Sheesh. I have sex one time and now my brain is a pile of mush?
I don’t think so.
Keep it together, girl.
“I should probably get dressed.” With that, I hightail it to the bathroom. I need a moment to collect myself. Maybe more than one.
Once shuttered inside the room, I lean against the door and squeeze my eyes tightly closed. Every part of me feels like it’s vibrating. When my heartbeat settles, I open my eyes and search for my clothes. I find my bra, tank, and skirt neatly folded on the counter. Unlike my bathroom at home, his is devoid of tubes and bottles of products cluttering the space.