“Tell me we should stop,” he gritted out.
The clang of his belt was closely followed by the sound of a zipper.
“We shouldn’t,” I panted, arching my back so my ass was higher.
A pained breath escaped him, and a heap of clothes fell to the floor. A glance over my shoulder told me he was naked, and?—
I choked on my breath.
No matter how many times I’d seen this grown-up version of Beckham since returning to Bell Buckle, it never got old. When we were younger, we’d memorized every inch of each other. I knew every dip of his muscles, every scar, freckle, and tan line. But now… Beckham was all man. Hard and toned and so perfectly him.
I think I was drooling.
“Stopping would be torture,” he agreed. “And I’m clean. I was tested?—”
“Pleaseshut up and fuck me. I trust you.”
His hands gripped my hips as he lined himself up. And when he slid inside of me, the world stopped turning. There was nothing outside of the two of us. No dayor night, no summer or winter. It was me and Beckham. Living and breathing for each other.
The way it’d always been.
My knees bumped the cushions as he drilled into me again and again, but with his grip on my hips, I wasn’t going anywhere. He held me up, helping me even now.
Already, I felt the tension building between my legs. He’d brought me over the edge twice now, and I was feeling the effects of it majorly.
“Come with me,” I pleaded.
His pace picked up. “Ask me that every day.”
“I will.”
“Parker…” He trailed off, but I knew what he was wanting to ask.
“I want you to come inside me.”
My demand had his thrusts turning harder, more feral than before. I tried to keep my orgasm at bay, but the effort was futile. My thighs shook as I released, his hold the only thing keeping me upright. Seconds later, when it nearly became too much, he buried himself as deep as he could. He spilled into me, and I whimpered at the sensation.
Our breaths were the only sounds that filled the room as we stayed connected. At some point, one of his hands drifted from my hip to my lower back, his fingers digging into muscles I hadn’t realized were sore.
Slowly, he pulled out, and there was no mistaking what dripped out of me as he did.
He’d barely moved before he had a piece of fabricthere, wiping away the mess. With most of it clean, he tossed the rag to the ground.
I straightened, turning to face him, but my eyes caught on what he’d used to clean me.
“Did you use your shirt?”
He shot me a heart-stopping grin. “I’ve got twenty of them, remember?”
His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me into him. I rested my cheek on his bare chest, finding his heartbeat instantly.
“I missed this, Park,” he admitted, hands running up and down my back.
“I did, too.”
We stood like that for a while, the two of us realizing this had been inevitable. We were each other’s person. There’d never be any denying that.
His touch moved to my cheeks, tilting my face until we made eye contact. “Give me a second chance.”
