I turned in his arms, forcing his arms to loosen around me. Beck Clermont was more than anyone else I had ever met.
“You are.” I pressed my hand to his jaw and forced him to look up at me. He looked so lost and so broken, and I wanted to fix him. I wanted to fix every fucked-up part of him and save him from whatever destruction I knew he would cause to himself.
Because that was the only way a man like Beck could fall. Only if he cut himself off at the knees.
My lips met his, and he let me lead the kiss for the first time. I was still between his legs, our bodies pressed together, but I felt like I was miles away from him. I desperately wanted to get closer. I wanted to crush that look in his eyes and replace it with something better.
I wanted him to feel what I felt. I wanted him to see what I saw when I looked at him.
Not everyone else. Not these damn people who worshipped him but didn’t see an ounce of who he really was.
I licked his bottom lip, and he opened his mouth on a groan. I deepened our kiss as I wrapped my fingers in his hair. Everything smelled like him. The room, his bed, being so close to him. He was all I could smell. He was all I could see.
I turned to get better access, and I pushed onto my knees as I kissed him harder. He was still holding back. His kiss, his hands, everything about him was being held back, and I hated it.
“Beck,” I growled against his lips and felt his smile.
“This isn’t why I asked you to come here.” He gently pushed against my arms, but I didn’t care. I turned to face him fully, and I moved my knees onto either side of his. I was fully straddling him, and our lips were only a breath apart.
“I don’t care.” I kissed him again, and this time he didn’t hold back. One of his hands fisted in my hair as he devoured my mouth, and every part of my body came alive as he took over.
He pulled my head back by my hair, opening my neck up to him, and he kissed his way down my jaw and to the sensitive skin waiting there. My hips moved against his, and I moaned as I felt his erection beneath me.
“We should stop.” He moved the strap of my tank top off my shoulder and followed the trail with his mouth.
“We shouldn’t.” I shook my head and focused on chasing the feeling of his body beneath mine.
“You’re going to hate me tomorrow.” He sounded so sure of himself. So sure of my feelings for him, but he was wrong. There was nothing he could do to make me hate him. Even if he decided that tonight was all he wanted, I still wouldn’t.
I knew the score when I walked through his bedroom door. I wasn’t Beck’s girlfriend. I wasn’t anything other than the girl who was currently on top of him, but I didn’t care.
I still wanted him more than I wanted anything else.
It was irrational and crazy, and it was the only thing in my life that felt right.
“I won’t.”
He kissed the top of my breast before he jerked my tank top and bra down to expose me.
He stared at my breast, his mouth hovering over my sensitive skin, before looking up at me. “You fucking will.”
He looked so haunted, and I wanted to stop him. But his tongue flicked against my nipple, and I couldn’t think of anything but the way he sucked it into his mouth.
My back arched, pushing my breasts closer to him, and I held on to his head. My fingers pushed through his dark brown locks, and I couldn’t stop watching him as he devoured me. He moved from one breast to the next, taking his time with each, and I knew that I was already dripping wet for him.
I could feel my pulse in my sex, and I felt like I was going to die if he didn’t touch me. The friction of me moving against his lap wasn’t enough.
I reached between us, and I tried to touch him with clumsy fingers. I wanted him out of his shorts. I wanted to see him like he had seen me last night. Nothing between us.
He pushed my hand away and laid me back on the bed. I pulled my shirt and bra over my head before he could say a word, and I continued to ride his hips in an attempt for more.
He dipped his tongue into my belly button before he flipped me over onto my stomach. I didn’t know what he was doing until he ripped my shorts and panties down my legs. I looked over my shoulder and saw his shirt come off next. He was staring at my ass as he pushed his shorts down his hips. I bit my lip as he ran his hand up and down his length.
He forced me up onto my knees, and panic rushed through me. He didn’t give me any time though. His tongue ran along the length of my pussy from behind, and I cried out into his comforter.
My shoulders were pressed into the bed, and I was thankful for their stability. I wasn’t sure that I would have been able to hold myself up in that moment. Not with what he was doing with his mouth.
His hands were on my ass, and he spread me open as he ravaged me. There was no other word for it. That was exactly what Beck was doing. He was ravaging me like a man who was starved, and I couldn’t comprehend the way he was touching me or the way my entire body tightened within moments of him starting.
I was going to come before he had even really gotten a taste of me. But
