Page 108 of For You & No One Else (Say Everything 3)

Twenty-Eight

The sunlight cutting through the curtains burned with an intensity that had Beckham groaning and rolling over. Trent meowed, protesting the movement, and hopped down to the floor. The patter of his feet disappeared as he left the bedroom.

The clicking of doggy nails followed swiftly behind.

Beckham smiled and curled his body around the soft, warm body next to him. Eliza reached back to grab his arm, bringing it around her. “Do we have to get up yet?”

Beckham kissed the curve where her neck met her shoulder. “I think it’s almost lunchtime.”

“When you go to bed at five in the morning, lunchtime is way too early,” she said. “Are the children fed?”

He laughed softly. “They’re good. I put out food before we came to bed, and they’re both out there now.”

Last night after the diner visit, they’d swung by Eliza’s place to pick up Mabel and bring her to Beckham’s place. Even though he and Eliza had both been fall-on-their-faces exhausted after the emotional day, the thought of sleeping without her hadn’t appealed.

“Good. They can keep each other busy.” Eliza wiggled a little, nestling closer, her backside pressing against his quickly awakening front.

All she’d worn to bed was one of his T-shirts and a pair of panties, and it had taken every ounce of restraint he had to not touch her beyond cuddling before going to sleep. He loved her and she loved him, and that knowledge was the sexiest damn aphrodisiac he could think of. They were free to be with each other. No games. No angst. Just… him and Eliza feeling what they wanted, being how they wanted, and loving how they wanted. He’d never slept with a woman without that layer ofjust friendskeeping the interaction at a certain level.

He didn’t have to have that pretense with Eliza anymore. The thought made him want to do all the things, find all the ways to make her feel good.

He was glad he’d waited last night and not rushed it when they were exhausted. A sleep-soft Eliza was well worth the wait. He slipped his hand beneath the hem of her T-shirt and dragged his hand across her belly. Her skin was like silk beneath his fingertips.

Shemmmed quietly and her belly dipped beneath his touch. “Well, good morning to you, too.”

He smiled, knowing she could feel him growing hard against the curve of her butt. “This waking up together thing is a pretty sweet gig. I open my eyes andbam, a beautiful, sexy Eli is right within my reach.”

“Agreed,” she said, arching against him and dragging the soft cotton of his boxers against his cock and making him tighten all over. “Now when I have filthy sex dreams about you, I can just roll over and have you here to help me out with that.”

He’d been dragging his hand up and down her stomach, his pinkie teasing at the waistband of her panties, but her words had him pausing. “Hold up, you have filthy sex dreams about me?”

“You have no idea.” He could hear the smile in her voice. “You’ve been haunting my dreams since we met.”

He grinned. This was the best news he’d ever heard in his life. He propped his head up with his other arm, so he could see her. Her eyes were still closed, but there was a smile playing on her lips. “You’re going to have to tell me one now.”

She laughed and opened her eyes, turning her head to look up at him. “I do not.”

“Oh, come on. You can’t give a guy that kind of gift and then not let him open the present.” He tugged a lock of her hair. “Give me a peek inside that dirty brain of yours.”

She pressed her lips together, narrowing her eyes, but then relented. “Fine.” She turned her head, leaving him with her profile. “I may have had one where we were at another NoPho party but we were playing a version of Blindman’s Bluff. The one where the person blindfolded has to feel the person they caught and identify them in order to win.”

“You were blindfolded?” Because he would totally be down for that game.

“No,youwere,” she said. “But you had this uncanny ability to track me. No matter where I ran or hid, you were right on my tail. When you finally caught me out on the deck, you turned me around, and I had to be quiet because I didn’t want to give away who I was. You whispered against my ear that you knew how to get me to make noise. You made me hold on to the railing. Then you dropped to your knees and pushed my dress up. I wasn’t wearing anything underneath.” She peeked an eye open and smirked. “I really, really lost the game.”

All his blood rushed downward at the image. He could picture her there on that deck, the breeze in her hair, her dress rucked up and her hands gripping the railing, her beautiful legs spread for him and the taste of her on his tongue.

“Now I know which game to suggest for the next party.” He dragged his hand beneath the band of her panties, groaning when he found her hot and slick against his touch. “But no one else gets to play.”

She gasped softly, rocking against his hand.

“I’ve dreamt about you, too,” he said as he drew circles with his finger, stroking her close to where he knew she’d need it most, but taking his time getting there, enjoying this too much. “But they’ve all been waking dreams. You’ve driven me to distraction at work. The suits really do it for me.”

She laughed, though it sounded a little breathless. “No one. Is turned on. By boring skirt suits.”

“Eli, have you seen yourself?” he asked and kissed her neck, working his fingers along the softest part of her. “The way the skirts hug your ass. The V-neck blouses that give me just a hint of what’s beneath. The heels? Come on. I’ve unbuttoned those suits and did bad things to you on your desk a thousand times in my head.”

She shuddered against him, moving to the rhythm of his touch. “I can make that happen, you know. I do make my own schedule, and my door has a lock.”

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