“Want. You!” I panted, clawing at his arms.
He finally began to breech me, and I silently cursed the layer of latex separating us. I wanted nothing between me and the man I’d craved nearly half my life. I clung to him tighter with every breath as he rocked in and out, working himself in until his balls slapped against my ass.
He lay down on me then, my legs shifting to lock around his waist. Our lips met and I tangled my fingers through his hair—I couldn’t get enough of the silky locks. My other hand clutched his ass, urging him to move, but all he did was hover over me, watching me with those soulful eyes, like… like he was memorizing every tiny detail of me. His arms slid under me and then we were rolling so I was straddling him. He bucked up slowly, encouraging me until I began to rock up and down his length on my own. Fuck, he felt good,sodamn good, gliding over every nerve.
I’d had sex before, but nothing like this. Nothing in the way Beckett was treating me was familiar, with such deep reverence, as though I was the only thing in the world that mattered to him. His hands trailed up my legs, my back, and down my arms. Everywhere his fingers could touch, he worshipped me. When his gaze held mine, I noticed they were a dark honey color now, so full of desire. There was admiration there and… something else, too. Something I was still too terrified to name just yet.
My need grew higher and higher, as did the overwhelming sensation that I would never be the same after this. Making love to Beckett was going to shatter me in a way I wouldn’t come back from and I just knew he was going to leave, taking most of the pieces with him. My chest tightened at the thought, making it difficult to breathe, and I felt tears prick the corners of my eyes, but all I could do was continue to climb higher, and fall harder as I rode him.
I worked us faster, desperate to reach the stars with the man I’d desired since I was fourteen. Our eyes barely left each other and our connection never wavered. I knew he was close when he began stroking me furiously. We came together in an earth-shattering cry, toes curling, bodies trembling, sweat dripping. I wanted to watch every second of him unraveling, but my muscles gave out and I collapsed onto him. I couldn’t move as the aftershocks continued to wrack wave after wave of pleasure through me.
I didn’t bother to wipe the tears from my eyes or say a prayer that this wouldn’t be my only night with Beckett because I knew better than to hope for more. Hope didn’t work for me.
Beckett’s arms eventually folded around me, holding me close. Neither of us said anything or tried to move for a long, long time. When I finally slipped off him, we both laughed and groaned as our bodies peeled apart from the sticky mess. I went to the bathroom to grab some towels, but a second later, he was there, right behind me, his arms firm around my stomach. We locked eyes in the mirror and I knew in that moment, I wasn’t the only one walking away unaffected from this. Beckett was feeling it too. Deep in his soul, he was feeling it just as much as I was.
That realization both terrified and comforted me because I believed Beckett meant what he said. I was his and he was mine, yet I hadn’t the first clue about what to do in a serious relationship or how to make one work. I’d never been in one before, had never evenwantedone until Beckett. And, God, how I wanted it with him. Every moment I spent with him left me craving more. A lifetime would never be enough with Beckett Sanders.
“Shower, then bed,” he said, “I think we’re doing that about a dozen more times before I leave for Atlanta tomorrow, and a dozen more when I get back.” He pressed a kiss to my neck and reached to turn the shower on before stopping. He must have seen something in my reflection because he turned me around, cupping my face in both of his hands. “Iamcoming back to you, Riley. It’s you and me from now on, okay?”
I felt the words he didn’t say, felt the way my heart called out to him in a way it never called out to anyone before, not even him. This was different than anything I’d ever experienced. I wanted to believe it was real, even as his kisses started to reawaken my sated body, but sometimes, doubt was too heavy a thing to be shoved aside quite so easily.
