T-Bone - L. Wilder Page 0,47
over my waist. For the first time since he’d left, I was able to relax. I knew then I was falling for him. It wasn’t something I’d planned. We’d agreed from the start to keep this thing between us simple, promising not to complicate things by crossing that line, but it was just too hard to resist the pull I felt towards him. I knew there was a strong possibility that I was setting myself up for a disastrous fall, but for Beckett, I would take that chance. I lay there listening to the soothing sound of his breathing, and it wasn’t long before I drifted off to sleep. The next morning, I woke to the heat of Beckett’s breath on my neck as he whispered, “Good morning, beautiful.”
“Morning.”
“Did you sleep well?”
“Mm-hmm.” I rolled towards him, and I was pleased to see that he looked well rested. “You feeling better?”
“Some. Thanks to you.”
“I’m really glad you came last night.”
“I am, too, but I’ve got to get going soon. I need to head over to the hospital”—he inched closer—“but first ...”
I was still in a sleepy haze when he lowered his mouth down to mine, kissing me softly. Damn. The man could kiss. The second our mouths connected, my entire body came alive. Needing more, I lifted my hand up to his face, urging him closer as his tongue delved deeper into my mouth. The bristles of his beard were rough against my palm, but his lips were soft and warm, luring me in for more. His touch was tender and sweet, sending a wave of warmth rushing over me, and it was all I could do to keep myself from completely losing myself in him.
Without removing his mouth from mine, he eased on top of me, his body hovering just inches above mine. He felt so good, smelled so good, making my entire body ache for more. Like all the times before, he moved slowly and patiently, waiting for me to give him some indication that I wanted him to proceed.
Without saying a word, I lowered my hands down to my hips, slipped off my lace panties, and tossed them to the floor. After he slipped on a condom, a look of satisfaction crossed his face as he settled back between my legs. He clenched his jaw before lifting my hips and driving deep inside me, filling me completely. He slowly began to move, each thrust deliberate and powerful. When I spread my legs further for him, he growled, “Fuck, you feel so damn good.”
“Beckett,” I panted, tilting my hips towards him, wanting him deeper, harder. Sensing what I needed, he quickened his pace, and I soon became lost in the moment. He increased his rhythm, each thrust more demanding than the last. My body clenched around him as I felt another orgasm building inside me. “Oh God! Don’t stop!”
Beckett’s pace never faltered as his body continued to crash into mine. I wanted to savor every moment … to focus on how incredible he felt, but it was all just too much. A burst of pleasure exploded inside of me, and I shuddered around him as my orgasm took over. Wrapping my legs tighter around him, I could feel the muscles in his abdomen grow taut as he finally found his own release. He dropped down on the bed next to me, his breath heavy and strained, and said, “Don’t know how you do it.”
“Do what?”
“Make me forget that there’s a world outside of this room.”
“That’s funny because you do the same thing for me.”
“Really wish I could spend the entire day locked away in here with you.”
“I wish you could, too, but I know you have to go.”
“Yeah. I should’ve been out of here an hour ago”—he leaned over and kissed me on the forehead—“but someone swiped my clothes.”
I smiled as I replied, “They’re in the dryer.”
He eased out of bed, and I couldn’t help but admire his magnificent physique. Every muscle in his chest was perfectly defined, right down to the intoxicating V, and his back was more of the same. A smile crept across my face as I watched him saunter out of the bedroom. As he started down the hall, he announced, “If you keep looking at me like that, I’m going come back for another round.”
“Promises. Promises.”
“Watch yourself, woman,” he warned as he disappeared into the laundry room. Moments later, he returned fully dressed. “Thanks for washing my clothes.”
“No problem.” I sat up on the