Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
Isla
If I thought Beck was hot with his clothes on, it’s nothing compared to his hulking naked frame as he steps into his shower. He was right, it’s massive. It has to be. Look at the size of him.
I step into the stream. “Yikes!” My shoulders rise and I take a step backward.
“Too cold?”
“Good guess.” He adjusts the temperature until I tell him it’s perfect, which is no easy task considering I’m stroking his massive girth from behind the whole time.
Sex with Beck feels fun, playful. Not this big, serious, and mostly quick thing that I’m used to.
Our bodies slide against each other as the water soaks us both.
The smell of his spicy soap fills the air like aromatherapy. Beck takes a step back and looks at me.
“What?” I say, praying that I don’t have something hanging out of my nose.
He grabs his own cock and tugs it. It turns me on in a way I can’t describe.
Yet years of discomfort in my own skin is hard to shake.
His sculpted and toned body is the exact opposite of mine.
Where he’s hard and strong, I’m soft and tender.
“You’re even more beautiful than I imagined.” He presses his weight against me until I’m backed up against the wall. “A living, breathing goddess. I swear your body is criminal, Isla.”
His words make me want to cry. Hopefully, someday I’ll learn to believe them. I’m off to a good start.
He positions me just right and slides his tip between my folds.
A small moan leaves my mouth. It’s been a while, long enough to feel like it’s my first time.
“Be gentle,” I say. The white noise of the stream fills the air.
“At least at first.” I suck his bottom lip between my teeth. Beck visibly shudders.
He presses further into me. My leg wraps around his waist, and I pull him closer with the back of my calf against his tight ass. My head knocks the wall behind me, and in an instant Beck moves his hand to the spot so it doesn’t happen again.
“That feels so good.” I say, shocked at my own agility, the ability for us to balance and fuck like this in the shower.
“I’ve got you.” It’s like he’s reading my mind.
My fingertips drive into his muscular back, the water beating down against him.
Our mouths entwine and he fucks me so hard I see stars.
He adjusts me ever so slightly and an explosion ignites in my core.
A slow, aching tremble. A freight train already on a path that cannot be stopped.
“I’m going to come.” He grunts. His long eyelashes are dripping wet.
“Me too.” I can barely get the words out before he presses so far inside of me, touching a spot I didn’t even know existed. I release so hard my legs shake. Beck never stops kissing me and I pray to God he never will.
He helps me out of the shower and hands me a towel before wrapping himself up. It’s like deja vu from earlier, but post-coitus. I laugh at my own thoughts.
“What?”
“I just thought of how fucking bizarre this all is.” He squeezes some water from my hair, a strange and intimate gesture that warms me. “Like, had I not delivered those books...”
“I would’ve ended up with your brother.” He shrugs, then shoots me a sly smile.
“Wait…” I step to him, squeezing his shoulders and standing on my tiptoes in a feeble attempt to meet his eye. “Was that a joke? Does the big, serious mountain man make jokes?”
“I’m love-struck.” The second the words leave his mouth, his smile falters. “I didn’t mean that. I mean, it’s just a phrase. I’m not…yet. But I could…” I press both of my hands against the sides of his face until he stops talking, giving him fish lips.
“I get it,” I say, then press my lips gently against his. “I totally do.”
We make our way back upstairs. He loans me a t-shirt, shorts, and a giant robe that I’m drowning in. It smells like him. I’m not giving it back. Then he tosses me a pair of the coziest, softest socks.
“Oh shit. I forgot about my books.” He goes over to the entryway and plucks the bag from the hall table. I’m hot on his heels, realizing that I don’t even know what he ordered. My brother packed orders yesterday before he left. I didn’t think to check or even ask.
Beck pulls out two books. One of them is a war hero biography that I’ve never heard of, and quite frankly, didn’t know we carried, and the other…
“I fucking love Mary Kubica.” Beck holds up the same book I was supposed to have a date with this evening before my car kissed the tree outside. My fingers fly to my lips, suppressing my biggest laugh yet. But I can’t hold it in. Beck’s brow furrows.
“What?”
I snatch the book and set it back on the table. “You’ve got good taste.” I kiss him, gently at first, but quickly the pecks turn ravenous and deep.
“You’ve got a good taste.” He pulls off my robe and slides my shorts down over my hips. I don’t stop him. In Beck’s hands, I feel safe and taken care of. He knows what he’s doing, and I’m going to let him. I surrender fully to my big, strong control freak.