“You feel what you do to me, baby?”
“Beckett,” I whimper as he dips his head and his nose nuzzles my neck. His lips gently brush against my skin, sending tingles all over my body.
“Don’t do that,” he says, his fingers tightening their grip on my hips.
“Do what?” I whisper, my fingers running through his hair, still a little messy from his shower.
“Don’t say my name like that. You have no idea what it does to me.” He rolls us so that I’m underneath him, and I feel like my heart is beating a million miles a minute.
He picks his head up from my neck, probably because he can feel the tension in my body. “What’s wrong, baby?”
“Nothing, it’s nothing,” I whisper, my cheeks flushing. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea. I’ll never be good enough for him, never be pretty enough, never be experienced enough.
His eyes soften as they search mine. “Talk to me, baby, please. If you don’t want this, tell me,” he says, cupping my cheek, his thumb brushing softly against my skin.
I take a deep breath. “I’m…I’m not very experienced,” I whisper, my cheeks turning even redder.
“It’s ok, baby, we don’t have to do anything that you’re not ready for. We can go as slow as you need,” he whispers, and it eases my nerves a little.
I nod.
He looks at me for a few moments. His thumb gently caresses my cheek. His eyes search mine. He makes me feel calm.
“Can I kiss you?” he asks, and I nod slowly. Despite my sudden nerves, I want to kiss him more than anything.
His eyes search mine for any sign of hesitation before he gently leans down and presses our lips together.
The kiss is soft, the kind that tests boundaries.
After a few seconds, he pulls away, his eyes finding mine again as they flutter open.
He kisses me again, this time a little harder, our lips moving together. My arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer to me. Wanting to feel every inch of his strong body against mine.
He doesn’t stop me, letting me set the pace, letting me pull him closer to me.
“You taste so good,” I whisper against his lips as his tongue slides against my bottom lip.
His hands grip my hips, and he gently grinds into me. His lips trail down to my neck, over my jaw, and slowly nibble on my ear.
“You like this, baby?” he whispers, his hands staying on the outside of my clothes but still wandering slightly.
“Mhmm,” I hum, my head falling back, giving him more room to work. He buries his nose into my neck and breathes mein, enough to make me whimper when he pulls away. He brushes a piece of hair out of my face and looks at me.
I feel a little insecure under such an intense stare. I feel my face heat up, and I have the urge to cover myself up even though nothing is showing since I’m wearing a hoodie.
“Let’s go watch a movie,” he whispers after several seconds of silence. I don’t know how to use my words, so I just nod.
He gently rolls off of me and helps me stand. We collect the blanket and my trash before going inside and making ourselves comfortable on the couch, cuddled up like this, is how it was always supposed to be.
Sunday afternoon, we head to the parts store to get some things so that we can work on the Camero.
We’re looking for something that is crazy specific when I catch movement from the corner of my eye. I freeze when I hear the voice that’s attached to it.
“Mr. Hayes,” Jackson Madison asks, his voice overly enthusiastic.
“Jacks, what’s up?” Beckett says, straightening up and extending his hand to Jackson. I act like I’m not here and continue to pretend that I know what I’m looking for as the two of them talk.
My blood runs cold when the attention shifts to me. “Orbit, is that you?” He says the nickname so casually as if it were my actual name, and not one of the many names I was called while in high school.
