Page 339 of As the Rain Falls
“It’s my time to ask the questions.”
Right.
We’re playing twenty-one questions.
I don’t know where we’re going with this, he and I, but I still press a kiss against his jaw, watching him shudder under me. It’s easy to do it like this, in the dark, when no one’s watching.
“Shoot.”
“Favorite color.”
“Pink.”
His is blue.
“Weirdest superstition.”
“I’m not a superstitious person, but,” I smile a little at that, finding my next words hilarious somehow. “I like to believe there’s a higher power above us.”
“Like, a god?”
I shake my head. “More like a force.”
“Mn. I get that.”
“Kayla believes in energy.”
She also believes in reincarnation, karma, tarot, lucky charms, numerology, and whatever mystical thing is left out there. It’s allso trueto her. She’s a very spiritual girl.
“Baby.” He pulls me towards him, keeping my body on top of his. “Can I kiss you?”
“Beckett.” I nod slowly, lowering my face closer to his. “Yes, please.”
And he does. The world around me becomes slow, soft, and warm as it should be as his lips meet mine. Or at least, that’s how it feels to me.
My toes curl inwards when he starts to rise, taking me with him, my legs around his torso, before laying me down on the couch again. With our positions now switched, Beckett takes his time to get me exactly how he wants me to be underneath him. I don’t overthink it too much and let my body go limp, allowing myself to see what happens next for the very first time rather than immediately freaking out.
I’m really enjoying sharing this moment with him.
“Is this okay?” he asks.
“Yeah.” I nod shyly. “I’m comfortable.”
Beckett exhales, a little nervous.
“Good.”
The shirt I’m wearing starts sliding up to where my breasts begin, and his thumb brushes against every bit of skin that gets revealed in the process. I hold my waist up and press my body against his instinctively, palming his abs underneath his shirt.
“Shit,” he curses, turning crimson red.
“Do you like this?” I wonder, scared to hurt him. “I can stop.”
“Your touch gives me goosebumps.” He holds my wrists, keeping my hands where they are. I shift to trace the line of his arm and the curves of the muscles. “But keep going.”
“Alright.”
Beckett is so bulky, and Ireallylike that about him.
