Page 75 of Only Forever

Chapter 24

Normal – an idea perpetuated by boring people who are afraid of being different

The alarm clock blares, and I sigh and snuggle into my pillow promising myself I’ll get out of bed in just a minute. My pillow chuckles before wrapping an arm around my middle. My eyes fly open. How did I forget Beckett’s in bed with me? And how is sleeping with him this comfortable?

Until the night in our hotel room in San Francisco, I’d never slept with a man before. I need my space at night. I don’t want anyone crowding me. But Beckett is currently curled around me leaving me no space and I’m perfectly comfortable.

This must be another indication I’m in love with him. I couldn’t fathom any other man crowding me in this way and not elbowing him in the ribs before kicking him out of my bed.

“Turn off the alarm, honey,” Beckett mumbles into my ear before nibbling on the lobe.

“I can’t,” I protest even as I squirm in his arms.

His hand on my stomach moves to my naked breast and he massages it. “You sure? It’s Saturday.”

He plucks at my nipple, and I groan as I thrust my chest into his hand. His other hand joins the first and he kneads and molds my breasts while I grind my backside into his hard length. He thrusts against me before one hand abandons my breast to pull my panties down.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

I freeze at the sound of the neighbor pounding on our shared wall. I realize my alarm is now blaring and it’s 9 a.m. on a Saturday morning. I push Beckett’s hands away and crawl out of bed to switch off my alarm.

He groans. “Why is your alarm set for o’ dark thirty on a Saturday morning anyway?”

“I don’t know what time o’ dark thirty is, but I have an engagement this morning.”

He props his head on his elbow as he watches me remove clothes from my chest of drawers. “What engagement?”

“My sister’s book launch.”

“Your sister wrote a book? Which one?” He jumps out of bed. “I’ll join you in the shower. Then, we won’t be late.”

“We won’t be late? I don’t recall inviting you.”

“This is what couples do. They spend their weekends together.”

I’m still contemplating whether his statement is true when he nabs my hand and drags me into the bathroom.

He winks at me. “And shower sex is awesome.”

Forty-five minutes later, I sigh at Beckett as he reaches up to rub his eye again. I pull his hand away and maintain my hold on it as we walk toward Main Street.

“Stop it. You’re making it worse.”

“It stings,” he complains.

“You’re the one who claimed shower sex is awesome.”

“Yeah well, I didn’t expect your bottle of shampoo to attack me.”

I shrug. “I warned you not to move.”

“I thought you didn’t want me to move because you were close.”

I cock an eyebrow. “I guess you learned not to tease me during coitus.”

He barks out a laugh. “Honey, the only thing I learned is your shampoo is aggressive.”

I frown. “It shouldn’t be. It’s all-natural.”

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