“Holy shit,” I moaned as his pelvic bone ground against my clit with every thrust, “Sebastian... you’re playing dirty.”
A dark chuckle bubbled out of him, and he laid a hot, open mouthed kiss against my throat. “You’re damn right, I am. So?”
I laughed back, relishing in the exquisite pleasure radiating from my core. “And if I say no?”
A low, dangerous sound rumbled from Beck’s chest and he flipped us, landing us with my back on the couch and him firmly entrenched between my thighs. “You’re not going to say no, Butterfly,” he informed me with utter confidence.
The deadly little twist he put into his hips as he fucked me had me panting with need, and when he slipped a hand down to toy with my clit, I almost screamed. Still…
“What makes you so sure?” I pushed, enjoying making him wait for my answer. Power play wasalwaysgoing to be our thing, no matter how comfortable we got with each other.
His lips brushed mine ever so softly, his tongue tracing the curve of my lower lip carefully,teasingly. “Because you’re just as in love with me as I am with you, Butterfly.”
I groaned, totally unable to deny it and also totally unable to fight the orgasm that was building with every push of his hips, every flick of his fingers, every delicious word from his lips.
“Fuck you, Sebastian,” I moaned, locking my heels together behind him and holding on for dear life as he pushed me over the ledge into a toe-curling, earth-fucking-shattering climax.
“I guess it’s okay, then.” My voice was husky from the screaming and panting of my finale, but he still heard me. His grin was wicked and totally smug, and seconds later, he came with a grunt.
“Thank fuck for that,” he mumbled into my sweaty neck when he collapsed on top of me. He was heavy enough that I was totally trapped... but in a good way. “I already arranged to move my stuff in today while we’re at school.”
Typical. Fucking. Beck.
I started laughing then, but it was one of those exhausted, totally relaxed sort of laughs, and Beck vibrated against me with a silent laugh of his own. Fucker.
“I’m just glad you were asking that and not something more serious,” I admitted, feeling a bit silly for that initial spike of panic—and excitement—that I’d experienced when he mentioned making thingsofficial.
Raising his head, Beck gave me a bemused smile. “Butterfly,” he practically purred, “did you think I was going toproposeto you? Like this? With my cock buried inside your sweet cunt and a serial killer lurking somewhere in the night?” His tone was slightly joking, but there was a darker thread to it that made me shiver.
“It would be your style,” I muttered back, defensive. “Not that I’m inanyway considering marriage to you. So we’re clear. We are way too freaking young for that shit.”
Beck just hummed a noise in response and crawled backward down my body, hooking my legs over his shoulders. His warm breath feathered over my throbbing, swollen pussy, and my breathing stuttered.
“Sebastian,” I growled in warning, “youdoagree, don’t you?”
He hummed his response again, using his fingers to part my lower lips and dragging the tip of his tongue down my pulsing clit. I gasped in response, a shuddering sound that ended in a pathetic sort of whimper. Damn him for playing my body like a seasoned pro.
“Agree to disagree, Butterfly,” he murmured, his voice muffled as he kissed my inner thigh, “but I promise I won’t propose.” Two fingers entered me, and his mouth closed over my sensitive clit, drawing a cry from my throat. Just when I thought that we’d put the matter to rest, I caught his whisper of, “this week.”
Sneaky fuck.
16
Beck and I had finally made it back to bed around the same time the sun was coming up, and couldn’t have been asleep long when someone started hammering on the door.
“I’ve got it,” I told Beck, sitting up and hunting for clothes. Where the fuck were all the clothes?
Beck made a growling noise of frustration as he rolled out of bed and sauntered into the living room totally naked and unashamed. “No, Butterfly, you don’t. Did you forget you’re being stalked by a murderer?” He leveled a warning glare at me, and I dropped back into the fluffy bed with a deflated sigh.
Honestly? Yeah, I had forgotten for a hot second there. Being with Beck made me feel so safe, and this whole fucking relationship felt like such a dream that every now and then the real world just faded away.
“What?” Beck snapped, yanking my front door open and not even trying to cover his nudity.
A little bit scandalized, I raised my head from the pile of pillows just enough to see who was getting an eye-full before breakfast. My bed was in just the right position to view the front door from where I lay.
“It’s done,” Jasper snapped, totally devoid of his usual cheery disposition. “Katelyn was getting the roses too. If we can convince Huntley to hand over their black files, Dante should be free by the end of the day.”
Hearing this, I let out a squeak of excitement, shooting upright on the bed and totally forgetting to cover myself. “Jasper! That’s fantastic news!” I paused, frowning. “I mean, not that she was being stalked by the same guy... but there’s no way they can let the case against Dante stand now, right?”
