“Are you still with me?”
I nod, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip. I love how his kisses linger there. He smiles down at me, his hand drifting up under my shirt to pause when he hits my sensor. Crap. That’s not sexy at all.
“It’s my sensor. It’s, ah—” Bam pushes my shirt up more to reveal it. It’s about the size of a quarter.
“It’s badass.” Then he leans down and kisses it.
“What are you doing?” I laugh but realize at the same time what he is doing. He’s making the mood around it light. He doesn’t want me to feel uncomfortable about it. I shouldn’t have expected anything less when it comes to Bam. To the rest ofthe world, he might appear rough around the edges, but I get a different side of him.
“This thing makes sure my girl is good.” His girl? I love the sound of that. “That not only makes it badass but sexy as fuck.” He kisses it again before his mouth travels across my stomach.
I brush my fingers down his arm, feeling the lines of his muscles. He glances up at me as he pushes my shirt up more, his brows lifting slightly.
“I want it, Bam,” I answer his unspoken question. That’s all the man needs to hear. Before I know what’s happening, he has my shirt off along with my bra. “Holy crap,” I gasp. I can’t even take my bra off that fast. “You’re good at that.”
“I pick locks. I think I can handle a bra. Especially when I’m trying to get to these.” His hand engulfs my entire breast. I suck in a breath as it clicks in my head that I am topless in bed with him.
“Nice save.”
“It’s not a save.” His thumb strokes my nipple, sending a sensation through my whole body. The hell. It’s never done that when I’ve touched them. Then again, I’ve never fondled myself. “I’ve never done any of this before, Josie. Just so we are clear. Got it?”
How is that possible? My mind begins to race with so many questions, but before I can verbalize any of them, Bam leans down, taking my nipple into his mouth. The sensation shoots through my body as though I’ve just touched a live wire.
My back arches, and I press more into his mouth. Bam greedily takes it, his tongue flicking across my nipple before his teeth graze it.
“Bam,” I squeal in surprise, then moan. The pleasure shoots straight down to my clit like the two are connected.
“Keep saying my name.” His mouth moves to my other breast, doing the same. His hips jerk, showing me how turned on he is.
“Bam,” I whisper his name this time as he pops the button to my jeans.
“I’m going to taste you.”
“Yes.” I nod adamantly, making him smirk. His fingers hook into my jeans, pulling them down, taking my panties with them. “I’m naked,” I say, as if he doesn’t know, rising up on my elbows, a wave of shyness hitting me.
Bam audibly sucks in a breath and slides between my thighs. The hungry, intense expression helps wash some of the shyness away. The ache that has formed between my thighs makes it almost impossible to care about anything else at this point.
“All of you is so damn perfect.” His fingers dig into the outside of my thighs as he spreads them wider to make room for his broad shoulders.
He trails his fingertip down the inside of one of my thighs, causing my hips to buck. My entire body feels on fire with how turned on I am. The way he’s looking at me at this moment isn’t helping my situation either.
“Bam,” I plead, needing him to give me some relief.
“It’s Beckham,” he says, confusing me for a moment. “My real name,” he clarifies. “When we’re like this and I’m making you come, that’s the name I want to hear you moan.” I don’t get a chance to respond before he buries his face between my thighs.
He groans as his tongue dips through the folds of my sex, tasting me in long draws before circling my clit. My mind goes blank before the orgasm hits. How instant it is shocks me.
I close my eyes, my hips bucking up as I cry out his name. “Another,” I hear him say as my body jerks, his tongue playing with my oversensitive clit.
“Oh noes.” I grip the bedding.
“Oh yes,” he responds as I feel him push a finger inside of me. “Damn, you’re tight.”
He moves his finger in and out of me. His mouth returns to my clit, nipping it, making my hips buck again. I peek down to see he’s shifted, his other hand now inside of his boxers, jacking himself as he eats me. That’s so freaking hot.
Bam keeps going, adding another finger. Something else begins building inside of me. This orgasm is different from the last. He shows no signs of slowing his feasting on me as he pushes me toward this tidal wave I know is coming.
I feel his fingers hook, hitting a deeper part of me. My world closes in before it explodes all around me. “Beckham!” I cry out, following the command he gave me earlier, before hearing him groan in pure pleasure with me.
