My Cruel Lover (Wicked Poison #3) - T.L. Smith Page 0,42

thigh. He slowly moves it up until he is near my entrance. The only thing stopping him right now from going in is that I am wearing panties.

“Stop,” I say with a heavy breath.

“You don’t sound like you want me to stop. The vein in your neck is pulsating and your breathing has picked up. Looks to me like you want this as badly as I want to give it to you.”

I turn to face him and his smart-ass mouth. “Do you bring many women back here?”

He touches my hair and brushes it behind my shoulder, breathing me in. “None. You are the first.”

“I’m hungry,” Oliver says.

Beckham squeezes my leg, then pulls away. “Let’s get you fed, then.” Beckham steps out of the water, and Oliver follows him gladly, not even bothering to ask me if I’m coming. I dive under the water when he’s gone to release a scream before I come up and climb out of the pool.

Picking up one of the towels and wrapping it around myself, I grab my clothes and go inside. I don’t see them straight away, but I can hear Oliver’s laughter as I make my way past the overly large living room to a bedroom with the light on.

Beckham is sitting on the floor, a towel around his waist and a game controller in his hand, as Oliver eats a packet of chips on the bed.

“You have to jump here.” Beckham does so with his controller, and Oliver pays close attention.

“This is a beautiful room,” I say, looking around.

“It’s Winter’s room,” Oliver says, still looking at the television.

“Okay, got it?” Beckham asks him.

Oliver nods happily and takes over the game.

“He can’t play all night. He needs rest,” I tell Beckham when his hands grip my waist and he pushes me out the door.

“Oliver knows the TV is set for an hour, then he has to go to bed. He has his own bathroom there if he needs it, don’t you, buddy?” Beckham says, not looking back, just staring at me as he says the words.

“Yep,” he shouts. Oliver is too entranced in what he’s doing.

Beckham shuts the door with one hand still on me. “What do you think we should do?” His eyes roam my body suggestively.

“Nothing,” I answer back. I go to turn toward the kitchen, but he pushes me in the opposite direction. It’s dark until he claps his hands, and soft lighting comes on. “You plan to seduce me?” I ask, giggling. Facing the room, there is an enormous bed in the center. And when I say enormous, I’m not joking. I’ve seen king beds, and this one is way bigger than your average king-sized bed. The room itself has one black textured feature wall, where the other two walls are a lighter gray. There are wall-to-ceiling mirrors along one wall, which I am sure hide an ensuite. The bed is covered in a black with silver pinstriped duvet, and there are large cushions at the bedhead. At the end of the bed is a studded black leather bench. There is a huge television hanging on the wall opposite the bed. The whole area is bigger than my entire home. It’s ostentatious, but not in a bad way.

“I’ve already seduced you. Now it’s all about getting you into my bed.” I step away from his touch and wander around his bed. I can tell which side he sleeps on because his phone charger is there.

“Why such a big bed?”

“I like my space.”

“You don’t like to cuddle?” I ask while attempting to hold back my laugh.

“No, I do not like to cuddle.”

“Pity. I love to cuddle. Especially naked. When you get so close that you can just slide …” I open my mouth to an O and snap it shut, “… straight in. It’s one of my favorite positions.” I smirk at him.

“Is that so?”

“Very much so,” I tell him, dropping the towel and then pulling my panties off before removing his shirt and climbing into his side of the bed. I pull the duvet over me and lie on my side.

“Well, I’m all for experiments,” he says before removing his pants. He comes to the bed and gets in the same side as me, pushing me over until we both fit. His hand runs down my side before it gets to my ass and travels farther down until he grabs the spot directly under my knee and hooks it over his waist. That same hand then moves between us