Page 46 of A Not So Merry Rescue
From outside the bathroom, my phone rings. I peek at my watch to see my mom’s name.
Beckett drops my hand and stands up. “I’ll get out of your hair.”
“Wait,” I press, ignoring the phone. I’ll call her back. His back to me, Beckett peers over his shoulder. “The thing we talked about earlier?”
A hint of recognition flares in his eyes. “Yeah?”
“Are we, uh, can it, um, still happen?” I hope he doesn’t hear the desperation. Once he planted the seed, the need for him hasn’t disappeared. It’s dimmed, but not gone entirely.
“Sure thing.”
A wave of relief washes over me. I wasn’t sure where we stood after the grocery store and his family’s visit. I’m glad I didn’t have to beg.
“I’ll clean up dinner and meet you in your room.”
Beckett nods his agreement. “Feel free to have dessert, too.”
“Are you not having any? Wasn’t there mention of cake?”
His eyes rake down me, lingering longer on my groin. “Oh, I am. Can’t wait to discover how you taste, Willa. The cake can wait.” He exits the bathroom, leaving me aroused with one dirty comment.
I linger in the empty room, needing several moments to compose myself after the array of emotions assaulting me.
“Hope you know what you’re getting yourself into,” I address the woman in the mirror.
Beckett disappears outside, and before I start on the dishes, I rinse off in the shower, making sure I’m more presentable for sex. A quick shave of my legs, armpits, and the bikini area to eliminate the jungle they become over the winter.
I zip through the dishes, load the dishwasher, and let the others dry on the drying rack. The pot he cooked the steak in needs some elbow grease, so it takes a little longer.
Beckett returns soon after I finish the last of the dishes. “I’m going to lock up. Do you want anything to drink?” I lift the filled water glass. He nods and grabs a beer from the fridge. “Meet you in my room in a few.”
“K.”
While he locks up, I get comfortable in his room, slipping off my pants and hoodie, leaving me in only a bra and undies. I feel a little awkward, the tiny fluttering in my abdomen the only twinge of nerves.
I definitely thought I’d be more nervous when the time came to get naked with a man again. Somehow Beckett has extinguished my fears without even trying.
Probably because there’s nothing at stake except sex. No strings, no expectations beyond my time here. No deep-seated feelings attached. No questioning what this means. Just two adults coming together to let off some steam. A way to enhance the physical connection between us, test out the chemistry.
A means to an end.
Beckett breaches the doorway with a plate and his beer.
“Oh, what did you bring us?” I inquire with a nod to the plate. He tips it down, revealing one cookie. Setting the dish and beer on his nightstand, he rips the cookie into two halves, extending one to me.
“A treat before. If I’m not too tired after, I’ll make the cake.”
I waste no time devouring the cookie, careful not to get crumbs in his sheets. If he was against food in his bed,hewouldn’t have been the one to bring it in.
“Delicious. Wish I could ask for the recipe to replicate at home.”
“Mom’s probably got some in her freezer. Remind me to grab some before we part ways.”
His use of “part ways” elicits a twinge in my chest,something I have to shut down before it grows out of control. Everything with Beckett is temporary.
The stay, the food, the feelings, the sex.
His cookie eaten, he shucks his T-shirt by grabbing it behind his neck. However, I’m more engrossed in what’s hidden under the shirt.
