We ate at the Mexican restaurant I promised we’d go to, though, neither of us were really into the meal. A sadness was creeping in like a slow-moving storm, bringing with it a bitter chill. With each passing mile of the drive home, I could feel a little bit more of that hope I had let grow begin to slip through my fingers. The upbeat song on the radio did nothing to soothe the ache in my chest. By the time we came to a stop in my driveway, I had worked myself up to the verge of tears.
Beckett climbed out quickly to lock the box in a safe he kept in the trunk of his car. I had a stupid vision of him being in such of a hurry to return it to its owners that he drove off, right then and there, without even stopping to say goodbye. I almost called out to him, afraid he’d do just that, but stopped myself when he closed the door. He told me he just needed to make a call and asked me to wait.
I stayed by the stairs, trying desperately to diffuse the emotions that were at war inside me and hide the tears that were threatening to come, but it was all too much. I was such a mess that I hadn’t heard him approach and barely felt it when his arms folded around me.
“Don’t go,” I pleaded. “Please. Just one more night.”
“This is not goodbye, Riley,” Beckett murmured as he pulled back, gently wiping the tears from my eyes. “It will never be goodbye again. I promise.”
He leaned in to kiss me, slipping his tongue in without hesitation. I pressed up on my toes trying to get closer, needy for his touch. He gently turned me, so my back was against the wall and pressed into me. His chests, hips and thighs were crushing mine, yet it wasn’t enough. I clawed at him with an urgency I didn’t know I had and one of my hands slid down to grab his ass.
“Please, Beck. Stay with me.”
“Ry,” he whispered hoarsely.
I didn’t let him get even another syllable out before I was on him, wrapping my legs around him and holding on for dear life as my hands threaded through his hair.
I don’t even remember him carrying me up the stairs, or hearing the door shut. All I felt were his lips against mine.
“Where’s your bedroom?” he asked in a rush.
The question broke through the fog of desperation and I grinned. “Guess you get to solve two mysteries tonight, Detective.”
I led him to the stairs hidden behind the wall in my studio. My bedroom had once been a storage loft when the building was a warehouse, now it was a large, open space. I had added a bathroom and a few walls to use as a closet and had plans to divide the rest of the space at some point in the future, but just hadn’t gotten there yet.
“Must’ve missed the stairs when I was looking around,” he mused.
“There’s more on the other side behind the kitchen, this one is closer to my bed.”
I barely heard his footsteps over the blood rushing through my ears. As soon as we reached the top, Beckett’s arms were wrapped around my stomach, pulling me back to him, his lips against my neck, kissing and exploring. He tore my shirt off over my head before reaching for the button of my pants. I tried to turn, but he held me still with one arm as his other hand dipped inside. I moaned and reached back for him, leaning into the touch.
“You’re so perfect, Ry,” he breathed.
I shimmied out of my pants when it became clear he was too preoccupied with touching me to do anything else. He tugged and stroked my cock as I squirmed in his arms.
“Beck, please.”
“What do you want? Anything. I’ll do anything.”
“I want you naked!” I begged, reaching behind me.
Beckett stepped back and peeled away his shirt while I fumbled with his belt. The moment his cock sprang free, I knelt and took him in my mouth. Beckett gasped, his body going tight as I took him as deep as I could. Damn, he tasted good, already soaked with sweet, salty goodness. I licked every inch, devouring him as though this were my only chance to enjoy his unique flavor. I sucked and bobbed before moving lower and taking one of his balls in my mouth, stroking his shaft at the same time. When I felt his eyes on me, I looked up. His mouth hung open, eyes dark in the pale light. Raw desire shone there,for me.
After a few minutes, I rose and sealed our lips together. “I want you,” I whispered.
“How?”
“Inside me.”
We scrambled to my oversized bed that took up a ridiculously small portion of the loft. Beckett held himself over me, our hips grinding against each other. Every pass of his naked cock against mine left me desperate for more.
“No going back,” he said as he kissed my neck. “You’ll be mine, Ry, and I don’t share. Not ever.”
“I’ve only ever wanted you, Beck. Please, make love to me.”
With lube-slicked fingers, he began to prepare my body. I winced through the initial pain. It had been years since someone last penetrated me—or that I’d had sex at all, if I was honest—but I wanted this. God, how I wanted this. Wanted him. I focused on Beckett’s eyes, his lips, the way his body felt gloriously wonderful with mine. It wasn’t long before I was whimpering and bucking from the pleasure. The sounds of our lovemaking echoed off the walls, but I held nothing back. I wanted Beckett to know exactly what he was doing to me, what he meant to me.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I heard him say.
