Page 47 of Covert
I was going to be more.
Iamgoing to be the man I want to be.
"You. I want it to be you," I say, my voice quiet, but sure.
Her head snaps up in shock. That shock softens to a resigned sadness.
Her hand cups my cheek again. "It can't be me, but I can help you get ready for her." Her whisper is soft, pained, full of longing and sorrow. I want to fight her. I want to argue with her and demand that it can be her. That she's the only woman who's given me the time of day and the only woman I want in my bed. But I recognize demons, and she's battling her own.
Instead, she takes my lips in hers again. This kiss is slow, languid, and exploratory. My heart's still beating too hard in my chest, but it's not the frantic pace of before. She cups my face tenderly, and I let my hands roam up and down her back and her hips. Occasionally, she grinds on my erection, making us both groan.
Slowly, this push and pull between us builds. Her hands tentatively roam my shoulders, arms, and back. She's careful about it, but the need thrumming through my veins outweighs any panic. I WANT her to touch me. I want her to touch me everywhere. I'm blind with lust.
And after she touches me without any reaction from me, her movements become frantic. Her grinding on me becomes faster, needier, hotter.
"Fuck, are you wet for me?" I ask on a grunt when I pull away from her mouth.
But her lips chase mine. She doesn't want to talk. "So, fucking wet," she whispers before pressing her tongue through my lips again.
She releases my mouth before kissing my neck.
"Is this okay?" she whispers between kisses. The warm, wet suction of her lips and tongue has my hips rutting up towards her. I may have never done this before, but my body knows what it wants.
Until suddenly, I'm going to come.
I try to pull her off of me, to get some distance. I don't know what the fuck I'm doing, but coming in my pants is not exactly cool, is it?
"Baby, I'm gonna..."
But she doesn't get off of me. She grinds on my erection again with frenetic energy.
"I know." Kiss. "Me too." Kiss. "It's okay. You can come."
Ohhhhkkkaaayyy. So, this is how it was going to go down.
Her greedy little hands caress all over my body like she can't get enough. Her tongue plunders my mouth, and I revel in it. I've never had a woman want me like this. I've never had a woman want me at all. Axel and Maddox get around, but I'm looked at like a leper. The mountain, who is a registered sex offender.
But the amazing woman in my lap? She's half gone with lust. I take a risk and wrap one of my hands around her breast, squeezing it for effect. The needy whine and grind of her hips it elicits should be illegal.
And with one last grind of her hips, I come in my boxers, and she goes rigid in my arms, moaning my name as she comes with me.
Chapter twenty-four
Beckett
She collapses against my chest as her orgasm fades. I wrap my arms around her, feeling suddenly vulnerable and scared of what comes next. Will she leave like she usually does? Give me a pat on the shoulder and a 'thanks'?
My come is warm and sticky in my boxer briefs. Do I change them? Shower? Shower with her?
She catches her breath, eyes closed, body limp against me. She kisses my neck once, sending a shiver down my spine. She leans back finally and looks at me with trepidation. My brow furrows, and I search her face for any sign of what she's thinking.
"It's your show, big guy. Do you want me to stay or leave?"
I'm instantly at ease. It's as if she could read my mind. "Stay, please."
"Okay," she says simply before she stands and turns off the recording. I had forgotten she'd done that for me in the heat of things. God, I can't wait to rewatch what was the hottest moment of my life.
"Let's get you cleaned up then," she says, taking my large hand in her small one and tugging me towards the bathroom.
