If I was more interested in psychology, I’d have been questioning why such a dangerous, secretive, violent person could make me feel so utterlysafe. But I wasn’t second guessing shit.
* * *
Sunlight streaminginto my room woke me, and I scrubbed the back of my hand over my eyes. Why were my fucking curtains open?
Warm hands tightened around me, hugging me tighter against a hot, hard body and I grinned. That’s right. My late night intruder must have left them open.
I yawned and snuggled back into his embrace. It was the first time I’d woken up after a night with Beck, and he was actually still there.
He mumbled a sleepy noise, his hands shifting on my belly and his lips pressing to the back of my neck in a way that caused a delicious wave of half-asleep arousal to roll through me.
“Good morning, Butterfly,” he murmured in a rough, thick voice. His hands shifted further until one large palm cupped my breast. The thin fabric of my tank top may as well have not been there at all, because my nipple hardened under his fingers as though I were naked. His lips moved lazily across the back of my neck, and I moaned a little.
“Sebastian,” I breathed in warning. Warning of what? I had no idea. All my sensible thoughts had flown out the window. Or maybe part of my brain was still asleep.
He breathed a sigh into the back of my hair, his hardness pressing into my ass as he pulled me closer. “I fucking love when you use my name,” he confessed in a dark whisper.
I snickered. “I do it to piss you off.”
He kissed the spot behind my ear, and I couldfeelhim grinning. “I know. It’s such a turn on, Butterfly.”
I smiled like a damn fool, arching my neck and groaning encouragement as his hand not on my breast ventured south, slipping inside the small shorts of my pajamas and under the soft cotton of my panties.
For a long, indulgent moment, I let him work me over with his hand until I was panting and writhing against him. As much as I was loving how talented his fingers were, I was craving something more.
His teeth nipped at the bend of my neck, and I gasped. “Sebastian...” I trailed off with a groan. “I don’t have any...”
Beck’s lips paused against my neck, and his fingers stilled for a moment. “Shit,” he cursed. “I didn’t bring any either.”
A strangled, frustrated noise escaped my throat. “You didn’t?” I was shocked. He seemed like the type who had condoms permanently stuffed in his pockets.
“I wasn’t coming over here to fuck you, Butterfly,” he informed me, his forehead dropping to rest on my shoulder. That statement clicked something inside me, and I lost a little piece of my heart to him. He hadn’t climbed through my window for a booty call. He’d come because he was worried and wanted to help me sleep…
I might have to change his name in my phone after all.
Wriggling around until I was facing him, I clasped his face in my hands and kissed him long and hard. “I don’t suppose you’ve had a health check recently?” I suggested when our kiss ended and both of us were breathless.
Beck’s dark brows shot up, and his lips moved soundlessly for a moment. “Um, yeah,” he finally said. “Last week, actually. It’s sort of a Delta requirement to get regular checkups. I’m clean...” He shifted back a little to peer at me with lust-filled curiosity. “You?”
I knew my cheeks were flaming red, but my pussy was demanding a more satisfying ending to this wake up. “Yeah, I got the full medical after the accident.” I bit my lip. “So ... I mean...” I gave a little shrug and hoped he could grasp my meaning without having to spell it out.
A slow grin spread over Beck’s face, and his hands slid my shorts and panties down together. When he got as far as he could reach, I wriggled the rest of the way out of them and kicked them off my feet while he did the same with his own boxers.
Our lips returned to each other like magnets, and Beck hitched my leg up and over his hip. It put us in the perfect position, so it barely took any effort for him to slide his steely cock inside me.
“Shit,” I hissed, tipping my head back as he filled me and hit all those needy nerve endings in just the right way. There was nothing between us, and I refused to read too much into it. This was just sex, right? Just really,reallygreat sex. I wasn’t deluding myself into thinking Beck wanted to date me or anything crazy like that.
“Fuck, Riley,” he murmured, burying his face in the side of my neck as we rocked together. It was such a stark contrast to the wild, angry way we had fucked just a couple of nights ago. This was lazy and relaxed ... almost—cringe—like we weremaking love.
That L word crossing my brain scared me, so I pushed Beck’s shoulder until he was flat on his back with me straddling him. We didn’t lose our connection for even a second, but the new position allowed him much deeper into my pussy, and I gasped, bracing my hands on his chest as I adjusted to the new sensation.
Beck’s eyes widened as I began to move, riding him slowly. For one, I was loving the sleepy, languid early morning sex. For two, my thighs still burned from my work out with Dylan, and I probably couldn’t have picked up the pace if I’d tried.
Reveling in my position of power, I shifted my weight back a bit. Just enough that I could take my hands off his chest and strip off my pajama tank top.
“Butterfly.” Beck groaned as my naked breasts jiggled while I fucked him. “This is unfair.” He reached up and palmed them both, rolling my nipples between his fingers while I chased down the orgasm that was slowly building. I leaned back a fraction farther, then gasped as the tip of Beck’s cock found my g-spot.
“Oh my fucking God.” I whimpered, ignoring my tired leg muscles as I set the exact speed and depth I needed until my climax crept up and crashed over me. My pussy clenched tight, spasming as I cried out and Beck’s hands tightened on my waist.
