“Yeah, I like it up here, too.”
I nod and look back out at the trees. “It’s beautiful here, I think this is what I missed most about Timberline.”
“Yeah, it is,” he whispers.
I look over to find he’s already looking at me. His intense stare makes my cheeks turn the lightest shade of pink.
He pulls me into his lap, my back to his chest, as he rests his chin on top of my head. We fall back into a comfortable silence as we just enjoy our surroundings.
This is perfect, and I don’t think that there’s anywhere else I’d rather be right now.
I’m glad I came back here. Even if nothing comes out of this summer, I’ll always have the memories. And to me, that’s more than enough.
When we get home, I put Mocha on the couch and get clothes so that I can shower.
“Can I join you?” Beckett asks, knocking softly on the door.
“Yeah,” I reply.
I can’t see him because of the shower curtain, but I hear rustling. A few moments later, he opens the curtain, and he gets in behind me. He wraps his arms around me, holding me close to him.
“Did you have fun today?” he whispers, kissing the side of my neck and gently letting his hands grip my waist.
“Yeah, I did.”
I let myself melt into his tall frame. I’m not sure exactly how tall he is, but if I had to guess, maybe 6’2 or 6’3. I lean my back against his chest and tilt my head slightly.
He spins us so I’m no longer in the water, and after a few seconds, he turns me so that I’m facing him. The water dripping down his body makes him look so good.
Before I can say anything, his lips are on mine, and he pushes me up against the wall.
“Have I told you how good you look?” he mumbles against my lips before nibbling softly on my bottom lip.
He gently rolls his hips into mine, and I moan softly.
I roll my hips back, and he tries to muffle a moan.
“Beck…”
“Yeah, baby?” he whispers against my neck.
“I think I’m ready.”
“Are you sure?” he whispers against my lips, and I nod my head again.
He kisses me soft and slow, pushing his body up against mine in a way that feels so fucking good.
I moan softly as he grinds against me.
I get impatient with how slow he is, and I try to hurry him along, wrapping my hand around his hardening cock and pumping a few times.
“Not yet, baby, our first time isn’t going to just be some quickie in the shower. I want to take my time with you. I want it to feel good for you,” he whispers, gently removing my hand from his cock.
I pout, “I don’t care where it is, as long as it’s you.”
“I care. You deserve more than just a few minutes, ok?” he says, tucking a piece of my hair behind my ear.
“You’re too good,” I whisper, wrapping my arms around his neck.
