“I could get used to this,” I admitted sheepishly.
He chuckled lightly, tightening his hold just a smidge seconds before he tickled me.
“Hey!” I squirmed away, laughing.
“Just making sure we’re allgood,”he teased.
“We’re at home now. My, um, reaction to you wouldn’t be as frowned upon here,” I countered.
“Oh? So, you don’t mind if I keep kissing you then?”
“Haven’t stopped you yet, have I?”
He dove right for that tender place behind my ear, making me moan with delight. I loved that Beckett could be so playful and sweet while at the same time I knew he would do anything to keep me safe, too.
“I used to dream of us like this,” he whispered, “especially when we were practically naked in the tree house during the summer. Lost count how many times I wish we actually were.”
I laughed. “You weren’t the only one,” I admitted, “You have no idea how many times I messed up a drawing on your back because I was distracted by your ass.”
He laughed. “Ohhh yeah? Is that why you started to draw on my chest?”
“Maybe.” I turned to kiss him. “Although, that wasn’t much better, because I just started looking at… um, something else instead.”
There was something dark and beautiful in his eyes that sent a shiver down my spine and I realized it was desire.
It made me pause. Holy shit!Beckett wanted me.
He slipped a hand under my shirt and pressed another kiss to my neck. “It’s a warm night,” he mused in a husky voice. “Care to make one more of my dreams come true?”
“What’s that?” I breathed.
“You naked between my legs as we watch the stars together.”
My entire body went warm with pleasure. Did he even know what he did to me? I shifted against him, letting out a little whimper.
He kissed my ear before whispering, “Can I have that dream tonight, Ry?”
I nearly came right then and there when he sucked my earlobe into his mouth. “Yes,” I moaned.
Beckett unbuttoned my shorts and slowly worked them down my hips along with my briefs until I could kick them away. I tossed my shirt next, turning to see Beckett watching me with an intense heat in his eyes. I should have felt embarrassed, the way his gaze slowly roamed my exposed body, but I didn’t. Beckett made me feel safe and desired.
He tossed his clothes aside, too, which had me biting back another moan. I’d seen Beckett naked when we were kids, but it was nothing like this. Not even close. God, he was beautiful, the most beautiful thing I’d ever laid eyes on. All hard muscles and tanned skin with just a light dusting of hair on his chest. I couldn’t wait to explore every inch of him.
He sat behind me again, pulling me back against his chest. Our legs and arms were tangled together and our lips occasionally found each other while his hands roamed my body in a slow, tentative caress. It was overwhelming how sensual this was, considering he wasn’t even touching my cock yet. I was painfully hard and desperate for his touch.
“My beautiful Riley,” he murmured, after several long minutes of torturous explorations. He kissed my jaw as his thumb grazed over my nipple. I sucked in a breath as Beckett reached down with his other hand, thinking he was finally going to touch my cock, but he only swiped the precum off the tip with his thumb and lifted it to his lips.
“Ohh God, Beck,” I moaned. “You’re killing me.”
He chuckled and slid his hand down again, using it to spread my legs wider before finally, blessedly stroking in slow, measured pumps. He continued to pepper me with heated kisses while his other hand swirled around my nipple. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever experienced.
It dawned on me, after this went on for what seemed like hours, he wasn’t just pleasuring me, he was ravishing me, worshipping me as though I was the only thing in the world that mattered to him. Every time I thought I’d fall over the edge, he’d slow his pace, sometimes letting go of me altogether if he thought I was too close. I was whimpering with need yet enjoying every second of what he was doing to me. I reached up to hold his head, threading my fingers through his hair as I squirmed and bucked into his fist. His cock was hard against my back and I wished like hell I could touch him too.
“You’re incredible,” he whispered. “I could touch you like this all night, but I want you, Riley,” he whispered.
I was more than willing to take this further and tried to move, but his grip was firm, holding me in place, which confused me. How did he expect to have sex with me if I couldn’t move?
“Please, Beckett I want you too,” I moaned, arching my back. I began to rock my ass against his cock, desperate to give him something in return and was rewarded with soft moans of desire in my ear.
