Almost of their own accord, her fingers started to undo the buttons. One by one, she exposed his chest until his shirt was completely open and she was touching bare skin. Skin that made her want to groan and whimper and draw him closer all at the same time.
Suddenly his hands lowered, and he lifted her, turning them so that she was pressed to the wall…and then he was everywhere.
* * *
Fire burnedthrough Becket’s blood. Sky was in his arms, and she felt so good. Her soft curves melded against his hard edges, and the feel of her fingertips exploring his chest tormented him.
All he could think was…it wasn’t enough. He neededmoreof this woman. He needed to taste every inch of her. To explore and lose himself in her.
He dropped his hands to the hem of her dress and tugged. She lifted her arms willingly, and he pulled the material over her head.
Black lace covering ample breasts turned his cock to stone.
Fuck, she was gorgeous.
He returned his mouth to hers, and she threaded her fingers through his hair. Tugging and pulling, seeming as desperate for him as he was for her.
His lips moved down her cheek, then her neck. When he reached her chest, he tugged one cup down to see a pretty pink nipple. He took it between his lips.
She cried out, her body arching into him, nipple thrusting farther into his mouth.
He swirled around the bud with his tongue before flicking it back and forth. When he sucked it like a candy, she groaned, and the sound wove itself inside him.
Everything about this woman called to him. Her body. The way she fit so perfectly against him.
Her hips rocked, her core pressing into his stomach, and he moved his hand from her waist to her other breast, finding the peak of her nipple through the material of her bra and rolling it between his thumb and forefinger.
“Becket,” she moaned.
Fuck, his name had never sounded so good.
He ran his hand down her belly, his fingertips whispering against her skin. He was almost touching the V between her thighs when the ringing of a phone cut through the room. It was loud in the silence, and Sky’s body immediately tensed, her softness turning hard.
“Becket.” Two deep breaths from her. “Oh God, what are we doing?”
He could have laughed. “I think that’s pretty obvious.”
“We need to stop.” She pushed at his chest, a request to put her down.
He closed his eyes, taking a second to breathe, before lifting his head. The phone was still ringing, and the apex of her thighs was still pressed against him. “Is that really what you want?”
Her eyes flared. It took three entire seconds before she finally whispered, “Yes.”
He gently lifted the cup of her bra and lowered her to her feet. Immediately, she grabbed her dress from the floor. He reached for her purse on the table and handed it to her.
She fished out her phone. “It’s my mom.”
He nodded. “I should go then.”
He wanted her to say no, and not just so he could taste her again. He wanted to stay. To be close, even if it was just on the couch.
But she nodded back.
Before walking out, he stepped closer and cupped her face. “Thank you for joining me tonight. It felt good to have you there.” He swiped his thumb over her cheek. “Lock the door after me.”
Another flaring of her eyes before she gave another small jerky nod.
He turned and stepped outside. The cold air slapped him in the face. He waited until he heard the click of her door locking before heading to his house. The second he stepped inside, the silence felt too fucking loud.
