So instead, I pull my cell from my clutch and send a message that I hope might finally get me what I need.
Bea: Can you please come and help me with something?
The second it shows as delivered, I curl my fingers around the tie holding my dress together and pull it as tight as I can.
It’s a pathetic damsel-in-distress attempt, but I’m beyond caring.
When I glance back at my cell, I see the message has been read, and my heart skips a beat.
I lock it and stand at the end of my bed nervously. I focus on my nails, picking at my gel polish that needs to be redone. I swear, time stands still, but eventually, the thud of Everett’s heavy footsteps gets louder.
By the time he approaches my door, my heart is beating right along with his steps.
He knocks gently, and I practically jump out of my skin.
“Bea?”
“C-come in,” I call, nerves rocking through me.
I close my eyes as the door opens, aware that he’s going to be able to read every single one of my thoughts the moment he looks into them.
What are you doing, Beatrice?
“What’s up, sweetheart?” he asks, closer than I was expecting.
My eyes fly open, and he’s right there. My breath catches, and the pulse between my thighs only gets more insistent.
“I-I…I can’t—” I tug at the tie around my wrap dress. “Could you …”
His eyes bounce between mine, his lips twitching. Just as I predicted, he reads my intentions loud and clear.
Without hesitation, he reaches for the tie. With very little effort, it comes undone, and then the fabric parts, revealing one of the lingerie sets he bought me during our shopping trip. It’s far from the sexiest lingerie I’ve ever worn, but that doesn’t seem to matter; the second Everett’s eyes drop to my lace-covered breasts, they darken, and his throat ripples with a thick swallow.
“Th-thank you,” I whisper, my chest heaving.
“Is there…anything else I can help you with?” he rasps, his eyes slowly rolling up until they find mine.
One second passes, and then another, and as the third approaches, the tension crackling between us explodes.
We collide.
His lips find mine and his warm, calloused hands land on my hips before sliding up.
A violent shiver rips through me as I copy his move and slip my hands under his shirt, desperate to feel his skin.
“Bea,” he breathes into our kiss as he steps closer, eradicating the space between us.
My soft belly presses against his hard planes as his fingers gently push the fabric from my shoulders, sending it cascading down my arms before pooling at my feet.
“You’re incredible,” he whispers as he kisses down my neck and turns me toward the bed. “Beautiful,” he adds as his lips move over my collarbone. “Sexy.” I whimper as he brushes over the swell of my breasts. “Mine,” he adds a beat before sucking my nipple into his mouth through the lace of my bra.
“Rett,” I cry, making his eyes shoot to mine.
My heart thumps against my ribs and my body burns red hot, so desperate for the release he could give me. I want to cry, scream, do anything to make him move faster, but at the same time, I want it all to slow down. I want to savor every moment in a way I didn’t that night.
Everett was a high, and I was his willing addict.
“You called me Rett,” he murmurs, his hands still on my waist.
