Page 109 of For You & No One Else (Say Everything 3)

He pressed his teeth gently into her shoulder, the offer enough to drive him mad. “There goes my productivity.”

She laughed and he couldn’t take it any longer. He needed her. All of her.

He shifted on the bed, getting ahold of her T-shirt and pulling it up and off her. He took care of the panties next, tossed the bedcovers onto the floor, and then dragged her underwear down her hips with his teeth.

He got rid of his boxers and then crawled up the bed. She lay on her back beneath him. Her hair was a wild dark mess and her eyes were eating him up. She was so beautiful it hurt. He kissed her gently. “I’m in love with you, Eli.”

She reached up and ran her fingers along his stubble. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing that. I’m in love with you back.”

He grabbed the T-shirt she’d been wearing and smiled. “I hope you trust me, too.” He twisted the fabric and then draped it over her eyes. She exhaled sharply. “Lift your head.”

She did as he asked and he knotted the T-shirt behind her head.

He put his mouth close to her ear and whispered, “Now. Don’t make a sound.”

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Eliza swallowed hard, her heartbeat picking up speed. She’d told Beckham about the dream but hadn’t expected him to take it to heart. She wasn’t complaining, though, because every nerve in her body seemed to report for duty.

Beckham traced a finger down her sternum, taking his time, and then drew a spiral along her breast, making her nipple tighten.

“If you stay quiet,” he said in that low, sexy voice of his. “I’ll make you pancakes.” He flicked his tongue along the underside of her breast, making her heels dig into the bed. “If you don’t, you have to makemebreakfast.” He kissed the spot between her breasts. “Understand?”

She nodded, unsure if she was allowed to talk or not.

“Good girl,” he said and she could hear the smile in his voice.

Normally, she’d take umbrage to being told she was a good girl. If some other dude had said that to her in bed, he’d get a lecture. But the way Beckham said it pushed some button she wasn’t going to question. When you trusted someone, the sex world didn’t have to be like the real world. You could play, try on different roles, feel safe to just be turned on by whatever turned you on as long as both people were into it.

Beckham took her nipple into his mouth, tugging gently and sending sensation straight downward. She tipped her head back, refusing to make noise, and gripped his shoulders. She didn’t just want to play this game, she wanted to win. But he was playing dirty. He rocked his hips, dragging his cock over the slick, aching part of her. Her back curved and she bit her lip, catching a moan before it could escape.

“You feel so good, Eli,” he said, canting his hips, changing angles so that little bundle of nerves was getting a full-frontal massage with every rock. The pressure was building, her body tiptoeing on the edge. “I bet we could both come just like this. Would you like that?”

Yes. Please. Yes.Her nails dug into his shoulder muscles. She nodded emphatically.

He laughed softly. “What’s that? Can’t hear you. Guess it’s not working.”

He lifted his hips away.

She wanted to scream. Her fist hit the bed.

“So frustrated,” he said, obviously enjoying this. “Maybe you need a break.”

She was about to give in and protest, but then his hand was bending her knee and the hot wet heat of his mouth was on her. The shock of it, of not being able to see it about to happen, heightened the feel. An audible breath escaped her, but he didn’t call her on it.

Beckham had already learned her personal sweet spots, and he used that to his full advantage. He slipped his fingers inside her, finding the place that made her toes curl, and then he devoured her one stroke at a time with his tongue.

She reached blindly for his hair, got a grip on him and then channeled every ounce of her willpower to stay quiet. Her breaths were pants now, and the sound of him tasting her, that deep rumble of pleasure in the back of his throat, was one of the most erotic sounds she’d ever heard. With her vision gone, every other sense had become hyperaware. The sounds he was making, the cool feel of the sheets, the scent of his shampoo and her arousal. She was lost to all of it, her hips rocking against him, her fingers tight in his hair, keeping him where she needed him most.

Beck. Beck. Beck.

As if hearing her silent plea, he moved his fingers to exactly the right place, and she broke into a thousand pieces. Her palms planted on the bed with a hard slap, and her back lifted. The sharp, intense sound of her inhale was like someone coming back to life. Beckham groaned against her, riding the orgasm with her, and then pulling away when she finally, finally cried out.

He shifted away, giving her a reprieve, and the bed bounced as he made his way back up to her. He pulled off her blindfold, and the light created stars in her vision for a moment. When it cleared, he was staring down at her, his eyes full of fire.

“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever heard,” he said, his voice hoarse with need.

“I couldn’t stay quiet,” she said, still breathless.

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