Chapter 28
CHAPTER 28
B ecket couldn’t sleep. It was late. Or probably early, depending on which way you looked at it. The damn couch was small and hard and all he could think about was Sky. He wanted to be closer to her. He wanted her in his arms, wanted to be holding her.
He rolled to his other side, punching the pillow like that would somehow help him sleep.
The most frustrating part was that she wanted him too. But she was scared. And he didn’t blame her for being scared. She’d lost her dog, and that dog had been her best friend. With everything going on, she was scared to risk losing anyone else.
He flipped to his back and threw an elbow over his eyes.
He wasn’t going to sleep. He knew that.
Ten more minutes passed and a noise sounded from the top of the stairs. He grabbed his Glock from beneath the couch and shot up into a sitting position.
The room was dark, with only the dull light of the moon through the gap in the curtains allowing him to see.
A figure appeared at the top of the stairs.
“Sky?”
She didn’t say anything. Just gripped the railing as she slowly came down the stairs toward him.
He sat there watching her for another three seconds before it hit him—she was sleepwalking again.
She reached the bottom and crossed the space between them.
He set the Glock back under the couch, then stretched out. The couch was small, but she managed to lay half on top of him, one arm slipping around his waist.
For a single second, he just lay there, caught up in her scent and the feel of her warmth and soft curves around him. Then he pulled himself together and wrapped his arm around her. A small hum slipped from her chest.
She needed him just like he needed her. Even in her sleep, she sought him out.
There was no running from this for either of them.
* * *
Warmth wrapped around Sky’s body. It tried to keep her asleep. To lull her back into the dream about Becket. About lying on the couch with him, his arms around her like a thick blanket.
She wriggled back into the heat…only to freeze. Something hard pressed into her butt. Something that felt an awful lot like—
Her eyes popped open, but it wasn’t her bedside table and lamp in front of her. It was the coffee table. She was in the living room on her couch, and Becket was wrapped around her like a damn pretzel.
Shit. It hadn’t been a dream. She’d walked her butt all the way downstairs, right into his arms… again .
Had he woken up? Of course he had. So why hadn’t he sent her back to bed?
Well, that was a stupid question. He hadn’t been the one who wanted to break up.
His arm was heavy around her waist, and when his thumb grazed her belly, hot liquid pooled between her thighs.
No. No, no, no. She should not be getting turned on by his erection pressing into her or his thumb on her belly. She needed to be immune to all of it.
Time to get up, Sky.
But she didn’t move. He was so warm, and he felt so dang good.
Goddammit, Sky. Get the heck up!
She clenched her teeth and was still mid pep talk when his mouth suddenly touched her neck. A gentle kiss pressed to her skin, the graze of his day-old stubble making her skin tingle.
A stifled groan tried to slip from her lips.
“Mm, you taste good in the morning,” he moaned.
The deep gravel of his voice made the throbbing in her lower belly intensify. “I should get up.”
“Should you?” Another kiss, this time behind her ear exactly where he knew she liked.
“Y-yes.” Damn her lack of conviction.
Because her traitorous body had a mind of its own, she wiggled her butt into him, and he growled.
“You’re killing me, honey.”
He kissed her again, and she reached back and slipped her fingers through his hair. It exposed more of her neck, and he took advantage, peppering kisses across her skin.
The hand on her belly wasn’t moving, so she set her palm on top of his. She told herself she was trying to remove his hand from her body, but then, almost of its own accord, her hand started guiding his down.
The closer he grew to the apex of her thighs, the more the throbbing in her lower belly intensified.
Slowly, so slowly it stole her breath, he slipped his fingers inside her panties. Her thighs parted and he swiped her clit.
It was like a bolt of lightning through her body, and her head tossed back into his chest.
“So sensitive,” he whispered, the heat in his breath sending a trail of fire over her skin.
He swiped her again, then ran a circle around her clit.
Fire burned inside her, so hot. She arched into him, rubbing circles against his cock with her ass.
His other arm snaked beneath her side and slipped under the material of her sleep shirt. The air in her lungs stalled. Slowly, his hand moved up, whispering against her skin. Then he cupped her, finding the hard point of her nipple and rolling it between his thumb and forefinger.
She cried out, the sound so primal that she didn’t recognize it as her own.
More…she needed more of this man. Even if it made her selfish. Even if it wasn’t smart. She didn’t care.
The fingers on her clit continued to move, her ass continuing to grind against him. After another thirty torturous seconds, his fingers slipped to her entrance, and her breath caught.
He pushed two fingers inside her, and she opened her mouth to scream but no sound came out. Because she had nothing left. Everything she had was his.
Her walls clenched around his fingers, squeezing as he thrust and played.
He was everywhere. Behind her, inside her. Even his mouth had reattached to her neck. There wasn’t anywhere to go, and she was finally realizing, there was nowhere she wanted to go.
* * *
Sky’s sweet cries slipped into the air. The softness of her body called to him, and the way she hummed and shook at every touch screamed his .
Every inch of her was perfect.
She pushed her ass into him, and he growled. He was so hard he hurt. Never had he needed a woman like he needed Sky. He fucking craved her.
As if she heard him, she reached behind her back and slipped her hand into his briefs. When she wrapped her fingers around him, his cock turned to stone.
Jesus Christ, she was going to kill him.
His fingers stilled inside her, his palm unmoving on her breast. It was just his forehead that shifted to the nook of her neck as his eyes squeezed shut.
Her hand slid up and down his cock like fucking torture. When she rotated her palm over his tip, it took everything inside him to remain exactly as he was. To not grab and roll her. Take her then and there.
Fuck, she made him crazy.
He slipped his fingers out of her and was moments away from snagging her wrist and stopping her when she suddenly released him and shimmied out of her panties.
Her bare ass pressed into him, making the muscles in his body go so tight it felt like they’d snap. She slipped her hand behind her again, pulled his cock from his briefs and pressed his tip to her entrance, where his fingers had been.
Blood roared between his ears, deafening the world around him.
She started to push back, but he gripped her hips. “Peaches…I’m not wearing anything.”
“I went on the pill a month ago.”
The fire in his veins roared, and when she eased back into him, pushing his tip inside her, the world blackened around him. Sky groaned, her fingers once again reaching up and tangling though his hair. Scratching and pulling.
He latched onto her neck and sucked before pulling her hips back until he was deep inside her.
She moaned.
Fuck , she was tight. And so fucking wet for him.
He pulled back and thrust into her, once again palming her breast. Every sound she made, every cry and hum and scream, called to him.
She tugged his head back to her, kissing him. A long, deep kiss as he continued to move in and out of her.
His pumps became faster. And he once again found that bundle of nerves between her thighs and stroked her.
Her groans grew wild, her hips moving, pushing back into him, meeting him thrust for thrust.
He trailed his mouth to her ear, nipping it before whispering, “Come for me, Peaches.”
Her entire body tensed, then she broke. Her scream was loud and fierce as it roared through the room. He kept thrusting, moving in and out of her, feeling her walls throb around him. Her body trembled in his arms.
Perfect. Every fucking inch of her.
Three more pumps and he couldn’t hold off any longer. He shattered, shouting her name as he lost any sense of the world around him.
When his thrusts finally slowed, there was only stillness in the room. Neither of them spoke, and they remained exactly as they were, connected in the most intimate way, unmoving for a long minute until Sky pulled away and shifted onto her back.
A slow smile curved her lips. “Hey.”
“Hey, yourself.”
“We had sex.”
He chuckled. “We did.” And now he was praying she wasn’t about to kick him out and tell him it was a mistake or that they couldn’t do it again.
She bit her bottom lip. “I want you. I want to kiss you and touch you. I want you in my life. And that probably makes me really selfish when I likely have someone gunning for me.”
“It doesn’t make you selfish.” He cupped her cheek. “I know that losing Charlie hurt you, but it wasn’t your fault. And nothing is going to happen to me.”
“It could.”
“It won’t. Don’t push me away anymore. Please.”
She met his eyes. “Even if I wanted to, I don’t think I could.”
Thank fuck. He dropped his head and kissed her again, finally feeling a small semblance of peace in knowing that she was finally his.