Page 58 of Somebody to Save
Still unsure what I would say, I let my actions speak for themselves. Her right arm was still outstretched next to her, and I dragged my fingers over her soft skin. From her wrist to her elbow, I rubbed back and forth.
“You don’t have to—” she said, trying to lift her arms. But I pushed it back down to the bed and continued what I was doing.
“I know I don’t have to, baby girl,” I whispered. I snuggled deeper into the bed, and slowly Addison began to relax. “But I want to. Anything for you.”
TWENTY-EIGHT
CATCH ME. FUCK ME.
Beckett
Trees whipped across my face,my bare arms, and my legs, but I didn’t stop running. I was chasing something. Something that was worth having. So worth having that I didn’t care about the blood running down my sweat-slick skin or the burn in my legs.
She would tire soon. And I would catch her. Just then a flash of pink hair appeared in a small opening ahead of me. I pushed harder, and I heard her fall. She let out a tired groan, and I was on her before she could find her footing again.
My front was plastered to her back, and I was struggling to catch my breath. But I didn’t stop. I tore her flimsy dress off her body and growled when I realized she wasn’t wearing any underwear. Shoving her face into the dirt, I lifted her hips with my other arm and shoved into her in one unrelenting thrust.
She cried out in both pleasure and pain, and?—
“Beckett,” her voice was quiet, just above a whisper. “Beckett, baby.”
My eyes flashed open, and I was greeted by Addison’s sweet face. A worried smile spread across her lips, and her handpressed against my cheek. I suddenly realized it was a dream. Just a dream, and I was disappointed.
But my heart was racing like I had actually been chasing her, and I could feel my skin was slightly damp beneath the sheets.
“I think you were having a nightmare,” she said softly.
Running a hand through my hair and over my face, I rolled over and stared up at the ceiling. I took a deep breath and shook my head. I wasn’t sure what time it was, but it was late enough in the morning that there was a bit of sunshine streaming through the window and a break in the curtains.
“Not a nightmare. The opposite actually,” I admitted.
Addison propped herself up on one elbow, and my T-shirt slipped down, exposing her shoulder. She laid her hand on my chest, right above my still pounding heart.
“You were…groaning and panting like it might have been.”
I chuckled lightly and covered her hand with my own. “Those aren’t reactions that are exclusive to nightmares, baby girl,” I said, turning my head to the side and meeting her green eyes, which widened in understanding.
She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and glanced down my body, where my very obvious erection was tenting the white sheet. Her hand slipped from beneath mine and blazed a path down my stomach, not stopping until she was pushing past the waistband of my briefs and gripping my cock.
I groaned and thrust into her hand.
“Tell me about the dream,” she said in a soft whisper.
Memories of the dream flashed through my mind, and need pounded through me. She pumped me in relaxed, easy strokes, not intending to make me come anytime soon, just drawing out the pleasure and teasing me with each movement.
I wanted to tell her, but I worried about her reaction. We’d discussed the things she was interested in and her hard limits, but she’d only listed “curious” next to primal play and chasing.
When I didn’t start speaking, her nails dug lightly into my shaft, and I sucked in a sharp breath.
“I was chasing you,” I said through gritted teeth. Wide, interested green eyes shot to mine, and her mouth dropped. “And when I caught you, I fucked you.”
She didn’t seem scared or worried, only surprised, and when her hand started moving over me once again, I grunted in approval.
“I was running from you?”
I nodded.
“And when you caught me, your reward was…”
