Page 29 of Taken With You

He flipped the scampi a bit on the stove before removing it from the heat and leaning against the counter. And then he folded his arms over his chest and raked his gaze down my body. I could practically feel him touching me. My nipples hardened, and my panties got wet.

Dear God, Beckham was so damned good at that. He was an addiction.

Definitely my weakness.

“Well, why don’t we try it out? You strip down and get naked, and I’ll try to take you.”

“After dinner.”

“So no cheesecake, then?”

“I’m sure we can work the cheesecake in somehow,” I said, laughing. He reached around, gripped me by my ass, and lifted me up.

He set me on the counter, and I wrapped my legs around his waist.

“The dinner’s going to get cold if we don’t start eating.”

“I’m thinking about something else I’d rather eat,” he said and bit down on my lower lip.

When he licked away the sting, I leaned my head back so he could move his lips down and suck on my throat.

I loved when he caressed my neck.

I hadn’t always liked it because I remembered the last time someone had touched my neck—with their hands. And not in a good way. Coby had tried to choke me before my mother came in, yelling about something or other.

I still didn’t know if she’d wanted him to stop, or if something elsewhere had needed his or my attention.

He’d only choked me that once.

Before that, I hadn’t had a problem with anyone touching my neck.

But now when Beckham did it? It wasn’t the same. I didn’t feel that fear. It felt…perfect.

I really shouldn’t think that word.

Things couldn’t be perfect.

When they felt that way, that’s when things got scary.

“Let’s eat dinner first,” I whispered, pushing him away slightly. If he took me now, I was afraid I would be lost forever.

And we needed some distance.

I couldn’t fall for him. Couldn’t let him know about my past.

Even though I desperately wanted to know about his. There had to be boundaries.

No matter what, we needed those lines that we didn’t cross.

“Okay. You’re so mean to me.”

I shoved at his chest as he helped me down from the counter.

“I’m sorry, you big baby.”

“Let’s eat quickly. I need to get inside you, woman.”

“I’m going to take my time then, cupcake.”