His hand drifted down between her legs. “I like the idea that you can still feel me after I’m gone.” His hand stroked circles lazily against her center. She closed her eyes and leaned into his touch. “Look at me.”
Her eyes snapped open. He hooked his fingers into her underwear and slowly stroked one finger inside of her. Her body reacted to him like a finely tuned instrument.
He moved his thumb to her clit, circling it greedily in his hand and palming her pussy. She gasped as her body contracted around him. She thought she was going to come right then and there, her body aching all over. But he paused, drinking her in.
“Becks,” she breathed. “Don’t stop.”
The self-satisfied smirk returned, and he continued stroking her deftly. His pace intensified, and soon she was crying out as she came. She slumped forward against him as he removed his hand and released both of hers.
“I thought you did pretty well with your hands over your head,” he said.
“Did you just tease me? Are youteasing?”
His laugh was everything as he lunged for her, dragging her to bed. No more talk happened after that. Neither of them came up for air for a long time.
Beckham trailed his fingertips over Reyna’s naked back. She was lying face down on the bed, somewhere between asleep and awake. Beckham hadn’t been quite as rough this time. Despite his claims that he wanted her to feel him the next day, he didn’t really want to hurt her. Their passion was palpable, and the joy of having these moments was enough.
“Can I ask you for a favor?” she murmured into the silence.
He pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “Anything.”
“I need a wedding dress.”
Beckham stiffened next to her. “Who are you marrying?”
She laughed and rolled over. “It’s not for me.”
He tilted his head in a way that she knew meantgo on.
“My brothers, Brian and Drew, are here at Elle. Did you know?”
He nodded. “I arranged it.”
Her heart swelled. How could he think himself a monster? When he did such things for her without even trying to take credit.
“Thank you,” she said, her throat burning with emotion.
“I know what they mean to you.”
“Brian got engaged to his girlfriend, Laura, while I was…gone,” she said, stepping over the topic nimbly. “They’re getting married on Christmas.”
“That is less than a week away.”
Reyna cringed apologetically. “I know. I meant to ask you last time you were here, but we kind of got distracted.”
“Indeed.”
“Well, Laura is pregnant, and they want to get married as soon as possible. She says she doesn’t care about having a dress because she didn’t even think a real ceremony could happen. But Meghan, Jodie, and I have been working with her to get everything together. So it’s happening.”
“But there’s no dress.”
“Right.”
“And you think I could get her a dress?”
“You make things happen.”
“Hmm, I could probably get her a dress. Just tell me what she wants, her measurements, and I’ll have it delivered.”
