Chapter 12 #2
His hands tighten around my arms. “Do you know how long it’s been since my dad laughed like that?” He tilts his head to the right as if gesturing toward the house. Toward our lunch.
Then his nostrils flare and he leans in close until his face is all I can see. And his jaw is tight. His teeth flash as he speaks.
“Do you know when I last gave myself and my guys an extra hour for lunch?” His voice is low, but it still manages to echo through the shed.
I gulp and shake my head.
“Do you know the last time someone brought me lunch?”
Biting my lip, I shake my head again.
He shakes his head too, still looking mighty pissed.
“Me neither. That’s how long.” And then his chest is pressing into mine. It’s all power and heat. So much, I suddenly feel my pulse in my underwear.
“You did that. You did all of that. For me.” He shakes his head again, so close it almost makes me dizzy. “Don’t you think for a second you’ve got nothing to offer me.”
My mouth is so dry that when I swallow hard, it’s a workout. “Okay,” I squeak.
The amber in Beck’s eyes has caught fire. And while I watch, his pupils burn up everything.
“Everything I want right now is yours to give,” he says, and then he swallows hard. Like he’s not sure I’ll give it.
Fuck me. He can have a lung if he wants one. I’ve got two. They hardly work right now anyway.
“Kiss me, Hattie.” His voice is a rough plea, and my knees nearly give right there.
My hands find their way into his hair and I tug him down. But he must have already been on his way because we collide. Hard.
It only hurts a little, but then I’m back there. Back in the best place I’ve ever been.
Beck’s kiss.
“Oh, yes…” I mutter against his lips when his arms lock around me. I slant my mouth over his and open for him. When his tongue sweeps into me, I feel claimed.
Beck Olivier could be kissing literally anyone, and he’s kissing me.
A shiver of pleasure glides from my scalp to my tailbone.
He groans, and it buzzes against my lips, my tongue. “So fucking sweet…” His words are a rough purr that gives me chills. He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth and bites gently. When he releases it, he soothes my flesh with the tip of his tongue. “I can’t get enough.”
My legs are beeswax candles on a tanning bed. Beck’s hold is the only thing keeping me upright.
God, I want to lie down so badly.
The cold cement floor sounds pretty good right now. As long as Beck’s body covers mine. I let myself sink, but instead of sliding with me to the ground, Beck steers us to the wall. I sag against it when Beck’s mouth moves along my jaw and then deliciously to my neck.
My hands roam his taut back, and muscles reveal themselves beneath the worn cotton of his shirt. He hums and I smile.
“You like that?” I whisper against his ear, and when he nods—making a sound like mmmph—his hair tickles my chin, his stubble rasps my collar bone. The rough maleness of it sends my senses spiraling. I grip the hem of his shirt and the heat of his back is irresistible.
“M-may I?” I plead, letting my pinky skim the exposed skin low on his back.
“Hell, yes,” he chokes out.
And then my hands dive under his shirt. His back is as hot as an iron, and I am as helpless as linen.
I make a sound like a drunk kitten, and when Beck chuckles against my neck, I swear, I nearly come.
“Jesus,” I whimper, shuddering with pleasure. My hips snap.
“Christ, Hattie,” Beck rasps.
And that’s when I feel it. Beck’s glorious erection pressed to my belly.
Before I even think of asking for permission, I lift my right leg and hook it around his ass, pulling him into me. His hard length wedges against my swollen clit.
We both moan. Even beneath two layers of denim, the glory is staggering.
Nothing.
Nothing in my life has felt this good.
Not fingers. Not vibes.
We grind together, and I can feel how slick I am. God, I have never been so turned on.
Even clumsy and clothed, moving with Beck doesn’t just drive me wild. It feels…
More than safe.
More than soothing.
It feels sacred.
Like this is just ours. It could only be ours.
And I want it all. Right the hell now.
I rock my pelvis, rubbing against him, a move so instinctual it’s like I’ve done it a thousand times. This feels so right it would be wrong not to chase it.
“Can we—can we, Beck?” My voice is high, stretched tight with need.
He nods against my shoulder before the clasp of one overall strap releases with a plink. The bib falls open and Beck’s rough hand hikes up my T-shirt. When one full breast spills out, Beck gasps, his eyes blazing.
“Oh, God, Hattie.” He draws back and pushes down the other strap. When Beck bares both breasts, he locks eyes with mine, his own wild and hungry. “You. Are. So. Fucking. Beautiful.”
Then he plants both hands on my ass and up I go. Legs locked around his waist. Tits in his face. The bolt of pleasure is so strong, I smack the back of my head against the wall.
But I don’t even feel it.
Because.
Nothing.
In my life.
Has prepared me.
For this fucking bliss.
His lips. His teeth. His tongue. His stubble. His moans.
I. Feel. Everything.
“Oh, God, Beck—”
My breasts have never ached like this. He draws one hard nipple into his mouth and sucks me deep, the tug of his suck echoing in my pussy.
“I had—” Breath saws from me. “No idea—”
My fingernails claw into his hair, making him groan around my boob. I wrap my legs tighter around him to grind against him, both grateful and awed by his strength. He drives against me, heat pouring off him.
I’m panting. Needing.
“More… More,” I beg, angling my chest. “The other one—”
Beck releases my left breast and mashes his face into the right one, and the sight of his wild worship is almost enough to set me off.
Almost.
“Oh, God—More—”
I grind as hard as I can, clench my ass tighter, chasing the promise, but I need more. And I’ve never been so sure of what I wanted in my life.
“Please… Please Beck… I need you inside me.”
Beck bites the white flesh of my breast. “Fuck, yes—”
When he lifts his face to mine, sweat dots the skin above his lip and his pupils are inkwells. He shifts my weight, bracing me harder against the wall, and then his right hand is on my cheek, his thumb running over my lips.
Before my eyes, Beck’s expression softens to something I’ve never before seen aimed at me.
Reverence.
Oh, Jesus Christ.
Eyes stinging, I lean in and kiss him, my heart twisting because he’s the one I get to do this with.
“I’m glad it was you.” The words might as well be launching themselves from my heart. “Who caught me crying in that alley.”
Beck’s eyes squint as a breathy laugh breaks from him. His brows tug in, and that reverent look only sharpens. “Hattie, I’m so damn lucky it was me.” He kisses me hard before pulling back and searching my eyes. “You sure about this?”
I don’t hesitate. “Hell, yes.” I probably shout it. Who am I kidding? I definitely shout it.
His teeth flash in a smile and he caresses my mouth again before dropping his hand. It’s a second before I realize he’s digging in his pocket.
When he pulls out a condom and holds it between us, Beck winces. “Carrying this doesn’t mean I expected… anything. I just—I mean—it seemed—”
I put him out of his misery and pluck the condom from his grasp. “You’re always prepared.” I grin at him from beneath my lashes. “I know this about you. I like this about you.”
He licks his lips and my grin grows when I see a blush bloom on his cheeks.
“I can’t wait to watch you come.”
When Beck’s eyes bug, I know I've said this too loud. He laughs, shaking his head. Then his fingers pinch my lips together.
“We don’t have to be silent, honeysuckle, but we can’t be too loud,” he cautions, chuckling. “My crew’s across the field, but sounds carry.”
Honeysuckle.
My clit buzzes and I can’t help but rock against him.
Beck releases my lips and hisses. “Jesus, Hattie.”
The way he says my name with so much heat and longing, I can’t wait any longer.
“If I get too loud, just kiss me.”
It’s seriously one of the best ideas I’ve ever had. I might be a genius.
A quivering, panty-soaked genius.
Beck’s crack of laughter tells me that I’ve shared these thoughts aloud too.
“I’m fucking crazy about you,” he purrs and then kisses me. Deep. Long.
I whimper.
“Please…”
He nods. “Tear open the condom, honey.” Beck speaks against my kiss-swollen mouth. I nod back, pinch the package between my fingers, and tug.
But nothing happens.
I tug again.
No dice.
I break from Beck’s hungry mouth to focus my full attention on the task and tug fruitlessly. I frown at the confounding little square, rotate it ninety degrees, and hit it again.
“How do you open this stupid thing?”
Beck’s mouth has drifted to the flesh of my upper arm, just below the sleeve of my T-shirt, covering it with light kisses. “Hmm?”
I tug and twist. “How do you open this stupid condom?”
Beck draws back, focuses on the package in my grasp, then shifts his eyes to me. “Like any other condom.”
I blink and press my lips together.
Beck frowns and watches me for three whole seconds.
“Have you never used a condom?”
I blink again. And a kernel of wariness balls in my stomach.
“What if I say no?” I ask slowly.
Now it’s Beck’s turn to blink. Maybe it’s just the light, but those inky pools of his pupils might shrink just a little.
“Hattie…” Beck’s frown deepens, his mouth working but no sound coming out for a long second. “Have you… have you ever done this?”
I swallow, searching his eyes as if they hold the right answer.
Then, like an idiot, I repeat myself.
“What if I say no?”
And that’s when the color drains from Beck’s face.