Chapter 16
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
“What is that man doing to me?” Sydney murmured as she stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, her heart still racing from their kiss.
No man had ever made her feel so sexy. So desired. So enough.
She combed her fingers through her blonde hair, then lifted it off the back of her neck with one hand and fanned her skin with the other. Between the humid jungle air and the steamy dances with Beckett, she was “glistening,” Mya’s word for sweating.
Glancing over at the shower to her left, images of a naked Beckett standing beneath the spray, eyes closed in pleasure while stroking his cock, played through her mind.
She’d need to get herself off tonight, or she’d never get to sleep. She dragged a palm down her face because who was she kidding? No amount of touching herself would alleviate the unbearable ache between her thighs. Not while the man she wanted to handle that job was right next door.
She smoothed her palm along her collarbone, remembering the feel of his hands on her body when they’d danced. The way that man moved was sinful. But the way their bodies moved together was something altogether inexplicable. Valentina had been right about them being in sync. She and Beckett danced as though they’d done it thousands of times, like their bodies were made for one another, which was crazy.
Insane or not, she couldn’t deny it. Then why am I fighting it? I deserve even a piece of happiness, don’t I? And after the call from Seth and his news . . .
Every molecule in her body demanded she run to Beckett and surrender herself to him completely, something she’d never done with another man. But no one had ever made her feel like this before. Seth had never made her heart race like Beckett had done with just one sensual look.
Can we have one night? Can I be that wild, reckless girl I once was? She shook her head at her thoughts. Being with Beckett didn’t feel reckless though. It felt right .
Before she knew it, Sydney was standing outside his bungalow and knocking on the door. The only answer was the sound of running water in the outdoor shower. She assumed he’d locked the door to the shower, but she told herself if he’d left the front door unlocked, it was fate, or whatever Mya wanted to call it, and she’d go inside.
She closed her eyes and set her hand on the knob, hoping for fate to be on her side as she slowly turned the handle.
Fate. She heard Mya’s voice in her head as the door swung open. She removed her sandals and stepped inside, locking the door behind her before padding across the room toward the outdoor shower. A privacy wall separated it from the bedroom, so she couldn’t see him yet, but the sound of running water let her know he was still out there.
She removed the sash and unzipped her dress, allowing it to fall to the floor. The breeze from the overhead fan sent tiny chills across her exposed flesh.
Beckett’s already seen me topless. Twice , she reminded herself, hoping to calm her nerves. This was the least dangerous thing she’d done that day, so why did it feel like the most? Because you’re putting your heart on your sleeve, and that’s not something you’ve ever done.
She rounded the privacy wall in nothing but her underwear, fully unprepared for the sight before her.
Beckett stood beneath the spray with his head hung low, hands braced against one of the wooden exterior privacy walls. The position gave Sydney a moment to inconspicuously admire his toned frame, from his broad shoulders down to his unbelievably delicious ass. He was one hundred percent cover model-worthy. Yet, there he was in the flesh. Golden and sexy before her.
“Beckett,” she called out in a breathy voice.
His back muscles flinched and drew taut at the sound of his name. Without freeing his hands, he slowly turned his head, but she wasn’t in his peripheral view, so she walked into the doorframe to get closer.
Once she was in sight, he quietly pushed away from the wall but didn’t yet turn to face her. He tore his hands through his dark hair, slicking the wet locks back before reaching for the shower knob and turning off the water.
“It’s only fair I get to see you since you’ve seen me partially naked so many times today,” she said, hoping like hell he still wanted her as much as she wanted him.
“I’m more than partially naked. You sure you want me to face you?” She heard the deep rasp in his tone and noticed his hand was still on the shower knob as if it were anchoring him in place.
“Would it be better if I’m fully naked too?” she suggested.
“Sydney.” The way he’d said her name wasn’t a, Are you sure you want to do this? He seemed to recognize the kind of woman she was and that she’d never do something she didn’t want to.
No, his “Sydney” was more of a warning of what was to come. That he was hanging on the edge, and once he faced her, he’d struggle to walk away like he’d done after their kiss.
But something about him reassured her that he could be on the verge of an orgasm, and if she said stop, he’d listen.
“Turn around,” she commanded, hooking her thumbs at the sides of her lace panties.
He brought both hands to his sides before turning in place to face her fully. She dropped her gaze to his feet and worked her way up his toned legs and to . . .
She gulped as she took in his fullness. The sheer girth of the man coupled with his size sent a wave of heat to her core, and she clenched her thighs in anticipation. When she finally managed to focus on his face, she realized why he’d yet to budge.
He was waiting for her eyes. For her permission.
“Fair is fair,” she finally managed while turning her back to give him a view of her ass since she’d had a long look at his moments ago.
She slid the nude-colored sheer panties down her thighs before bending forward a bit to unhook them from her ankles and toeing them to the side.
“Are you sure you want me to turn around?” she teased, catching his eyes from over her shoulder once upright.
He cocked his head to the side, a nearly dangerous look burning in his eyes. “You know I do,” he murmured darkly.
She barely had time to face him again before he came at her full force. Within seconds, he had her back inside the bungalow against that privacy partition, arms pinned over her head, wrists linked together in his firm grip.
He kneaded his fingers in her flesh before sliding his palm up and down the back of her thigh. His touch was electric, each stroke of his hand a reminder he was running the show. And just when she thought she’d have to beg for more, he hooked her leg around his hips, drawing her pussy right against his flesh.
With a tight jaw, his fierce gaze connected with hers, he said, “I don’t have protection, sweetheart.”
Ohhhh. Now she understood his hesitation to continue.
“But—”
“I can’t get pregnant. Tubes tied,” she interjected. “And I promise you I’m clean.” She hadn’t had sex without a condom since her divorce, but the idea of it happening with Beckett had her pulse fluttering even more.
“And I can’t get you pregnant,” he said, dropping the surprising news on her while maintaining his semi-firm grip on her wrists and leg. “I’m clean as well.”
“You don’t want more kids either?” This was not the sexiest conversation to have, but she didn’t go around having unprotected sex, so this was also uncharted territory.
His brows slanted as he leaned in closer to her face, his chest tight to hers, and she shimmied, the friction of their close bodies making her ravenous for this man to fill her. “Well, I don’t want another baby. ”
How about a thirteen-year-old teenager? Her thoughts almost shocked her into asking him to release her so she could run. Because where had that come from? This can only be about sex.
But there wasn’t a chance in hell she would run. She needed him right now.
“So, we’re good.” She parted her lips as an invitation, and this time he didn’t hesitate.
He brought his mouth to hers, making her feel . . . complete?
Her wild need had her yanking her wrists against his grasp, and he let her go without resistance. She gripped his shoulders and hoisted herself up, wrapping her other leg around his hip and grinding against him as he pinned her against the wall.
Beckett kept one hand firmly beneath her ass and set the other against the wall over her shoulder, leaning in to whisper in her ear. “There’s something I’ve been thinking about doing to you since last month.”
Since April? Since Griffin’s wedding, really?
He lowered her feet to the floor, then surprised her by whirling her around, pinning her chest to the wall. She set her palms alongside her body as he trailed a hand over the curve of her spine before cupping her ass with both hands and sinking down to his knees. Her eyes closed in anticipation, and a moment later she felt his lips along her backside while he worked one hand between her legs and up her sex.
“You have a beautiful body,” he murmured against her skin, rubbing his fingers against her clit in tiny circles before thrusting them inside her. She clenched at the intrusion, milking his fingers as if they were his cock, desperate to have him fill her. To let him take her however he wanted.
“I’m thirty-seven going on thirty-eight,” she cried between moans with each deep plunge. She wasn’t insecure, but she knew she wasn’t a young co-ed either. She was a mom with stretch marks and . . . “I’m?—”
“You’re fucking perfect,” he finished before grabbing hold of her hips and urging her around.
He looked up at her from his knees, leaned forward, parting her sex with his tongue, and she nearly saw stars as he flicked against her sensitive spot.
Her hands fell to his shoulders, desperately needing the support as her legs grew weaker with every stroke of his tongue over her flesh. She’d gotten a Brazilian wax in preparation for her trip, and her smooth skin heightened every nip, lick, and suck as he devoured her pussy.
Holy hell.
She tipped her head back and buried her short nails into his shoulders as she cried in ecstasy, coming harder than she ever remembered before. A wave of pure bliss washed over her, and she nearly collapsed to the floor.
Beckett slowly stood and cocked his head. “Now about the other two orgasms.”
“Other two?” she whispered, feeling a bit drunk.
“Three ‘impossible’ orgasms,” he repeated what she’d nearly forgotten she’d said back in the hotel.
He surprised her by scooping her into his arms and carried her to the bed, then gently set her at the center. But he didn’t join her. He remained standing there, slowly running his hand along his length while watching her.
She brought her hands to her breasts and teased her nipples, letting her knees fall open in the process, and his nostrils flared. “Why are you waiting?”
“Giving your body time to recover before I make you come again,” he said, his tone low and deep.
Her eyes fell to his cock. “Then let me taste you.”
She started to sit, pinning her knees together, but he shook his head and commanded, “No. Stay there.” A smile formed on his lips. “I’m waiting for number three. And, sweetheart, if you wrap those lips around me, I will fuck that mouth of yours and come down your throat.”
Her body recharged at his dirty words, at the prospect of more.
“Demanding, aren’t you?” But damn, did she like it. In the bedroom, this man could control her all he wanted, and she’d let him. All day. Every day. Forever.
Forever? She inhaled sharply at the thought and quickly lost track of her wild ideas when Beckett went to her discarded dress and retrieved the orange sash.
He slid the silk between his hands and tugged, probably testing its strength, as he approached, and she quivered with anticipation of what he might do with that sash.
Beckett prowled onto the bed, muscles flexing as his powerful body straddled her. Raising the sash, he arched an eyebrow, silently asking her permission.
“Yes, please,” she whispered.
Her hands raced over his chest, and she smoothed a palm over the bit of hair there. But he stole her wrists within a moment and began to bind them to the headboard.
This is new. And who would have thought her chivalrous gentleman liked to . . . Okay, well, he is a sheriff. I’m sure he could restrain me in more ways than I can count.
Once he checked her hands were secure, he leaned in and pressed his mouth to hers, and she tasted herself on his lips. Another first.
“You okay?” he asked, his eyes momentarily turning from dark to caring.
“More than okay,” she promised while arching her back as a request for him to touch her.
He smiled and set another sensual kiss on her lips before leaning back on his heels, but he managed to keep his weight from crushing her. His dick was so close to her pussy that if she just shifted a little, she could have him now. No waiting.
She gasped when he leaned in and nipped at her tit, swiping his tongue around the sensitive flesh before giving her other breast the same treatment.
Beckett took his time with her nipples before he began trailing his lips down her body, shifting his weight in the process as his lips traveled farther south. He kissed her everywhere but where she wanted, leaving her aching and begging for more.
“Please.” She tugged at her restraints with overwhelming need as he dragged his scruff along her inner thighs.
He surprised her by lifting both her legs and tossing them over his shoulders, sinking his mouth onto her flesh, chasing after orgasm number two.
Chills coasted over her body as she gave herself to this man. Every piece of her. Gave him her trust by surrendering to him. Submitting. Something that should’ve been unnatural, and yet, in this moment, it was anything but.
As he worked her over again with his mouth, delivering one pleasurable sensation after another, her fingertips curled into her palms, desperate for their bodies to connect as one.
“Beckett, I’ve never begged anyone for anything in my life,” she said between breathy moans as he kept punishing her in the best possible way, “but please, for the love of God, fuck me.”
He went still, and she looked down, witnessing his full lips hovering near her sex, a wild look in his eyes.
“Please,” she nearly cried again, tugging at the headboard. “I need to feel you.”
He must’ve heard the emotion choking her voice because he nodded, and her body trembled with relief that he was giving in to her plea.
Beckett shifted on top of her and pulled at the knot of the sash, freeing her hands. When she reached between their bodies and slid her hand along his length, he let out a low, guttural sound.
“You’ll destroy me if you keep touching me like that,” he hissed while looking her in the eyes. Still holding his weight over her, his biceps flexed.
“What do you think you’ve been doing to me?” She nudged the head of his cock at her center.
His eyes locked with hers, his jaw still strained. And then he did what she’d begged for him to do.
He thrust deep inside her.