“More,” I breathed again, trying and failing to get the kind of speed, the kind of friction I needed. “Please, Beck. I need more.”
He reached up, cupping me on the back of the neck and tugging me forward until our lips met. He took my mouth with his own, sliding his tongue along mine as he brushed his hands down my waist, over my hips, until he cupped my ass in his palms.
Against my lips, he said, “Hold on, baby.”
I barely had time to register what he meant before he snapped his hips up, thrusting his cock so deep inside me, it stole my breath. He held me above him and drove into me from below, fast and hard and a little rough… Exactly how I needed it.
“God, yes,” I breathed into his mouth, my fingers curling into his chest.
Still holding me, he reached from beneath and traced around where I was taking him deep, gathering my wetness along his fingertips. Then he cupped my ass again, his fingers just ghosting near my back entrance, and I snapped my eyes open, locking them with his.
A full-body shudder ran through me at the slightest glance of his fingertips. Holyshit, I’d never felt anything back there at all—had thought for sure I wouldn’t like it, but there was no denying the way my pussy fluttered, my clit throbbing with just the lightest of brushes…the barest hint of his touch.
Beck groaned. “Fuck, I can feel you. You’re close, aren’t you, baby? Pinch your clit for me, sunshine. I want you to choke my cock and gush all over me.”
With a whimper, I snaked my hand down between us, my chest pressed to his as he held me above him and thrust into me over and over again. All the while, he brushed his fingers back and forth, never quite passing over my back entrance, but close enough that it brought forth a rush of sensations, my pussy thrumming in time with his thrusts.
Beck’s chest hair rasped against my nipples, and all it took was a barely there brush of my fingers against my clit before I detonated, my body bursting into a thousand tiny pieces as I came apart.
“Fuck yes, baby, that’s it. That’s my good girl. Such a perfect little pussy coming all over me.Christ.” With two more thrusts, he groaned and settled deep, his warmth spilling into me as he shuddered through his release.
I collapsed against him, both of us breathing hard as my pussy pulsed around him through my aftershocks.
Moments later, when I’d finally caught my breath enough to speak, I said, “Holy shit.”
He pressed his lips against my forehead, his fingers still clutching my ass, softer now but no less claiming. “I was going to say holy fuck, but yours works too.”
I breathed out a laugh and turned my head, propping my chin on the back of my hand. “So…that was new.”
Beck just raised a brow—he’d barely touched me, after all, hadn’t so much as slipped the tip of his pinkie finger inside my ass, but it’d definitely been enough to send me spinning and pique my curiosity. “Good new or bad new?”
“Let’s just say that now I know why maybe there’s no talking before the characters dive right into butt stuff.”
His eyes heated as he stared up at me, clenching his fingers on my ass, his cock jerking inside me. “Noted.”
“Well, don’t note it too hard. I’m thinking, like, a note card, or maybe even a Post-it. I don’t want the whole legal pad,” I said, squeezing my pussy around his way-too-large-to-go-anywhere-near-my-ass cock.
He laughed, a full-bellied rumble, and I couldn’t help but smile in return. I adored this side of him—I adoredallsides of him, but I’d never seen him so happy. So carefree. And I liked to think maybe I had a little something to do with it.
Chuckanut barked from her bed in the living room—her kennel had always been her safe space, so I was so relieved she’d transitioned easily into her new one—demanding attention, namely in the form of breakfast.
Beck rolled us to the side before kissing me. “I’ll take care of her. You go jump in the shower.”
He stood and stepped into a pair of gray joggers, and I bit my lip as his perfect, sculpted ass disappeared beneath the cotton. He was really too hot to be legal, like one of my book boyfriends come to life.
Striding out, he left the door open enough for me to hear his conversation with my dog. “Morning, Chuck. Your mom’s in there ogling me and being too much of a pervert to take care of you, but I’ve got it.”
I pressed my head back into the pillow and laughed, wondering how the hell I’d gotten so lucky with him. And how it’d taken me two damn years to see what was right in front of me all along.
CHAPTEREIGHTEEN
EVERLY
After my shower,I strolled out to the scent of bacon. Beck stood in front of the stove, wearing nothing but that pair of gray joggers slung low on his hips and his backward baseball hat, and Christ on a cracker, he looked good. Like,supergood. Like, he should be on a calendar for hotties who can cook. It really was as if he’d stepped out of the pages of one of my books—a book boyfriend come to life. The perfect man.
Okay, not perfect. He was grumpy and got a little grouchy when I used his apparently very expensive fancy jam for toast and forgot to hang my damp towel up after a shower—whoops, I needed to remember to do that. But he loved my dog and treated her like a human, kept his cupboards stocked with my favorite foods, brought me chocolate and pain relievers when I was on my period, and watched full seasons of a show he hated becauseIenjoyed it and it made me happy. He fed me amazing food, was the best cuddle partner I’d ever had—even before nakedness had come into play—and he could make me forget about everything else when I was with him. Not to mention that he made me come like a freight train.
So he might not have been perfect, but he was pretty perfect for me.
