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“Come, baby. I need you to come now!”

With our gazes locked, my hand moves faster, and I feel my orgasm come over me. As the throbbing subsides, I pull my hand away from my center and bring his head to me and kiss him. This kiss says everything I think we’re both afraid to say.I love you. I missed you.

Breaking the kiss, he touches his nose to mine and then kisses my lips again lightly. “Two.”

Then he slides out of me and lies next to me. He places my arm under his head and puts his head on my shoulder.

“Beck, I seriously don’t know if I can go again. Don’t you need to recoup a little? I mean, you just played a game and were hyped up from the win. You have to be getting tired.” I giggle.

“Nah. I took a nap on the bus once everyone started to crash. I’d been thinking about you all night. I don’t think you understand what seeing you in my jersey did to me. I couldn’t wait to get through those four quarters so I could get to you.”

He laughs as he pulls the jersey down and covers my breasts. Then, with his index finger, he starts to trace his number. Bringing my other hand to meet his on my chest, I link our fingers, and we just look at our joined hands. He pulls his hand from mine and turns my hand over and brushes his fingers back and forth on my palm. It’s sensual, and it starts to turn me on again.

Beck turns his head and kisses my neck and jaw. He moves back to my neck and sucks, which makes me pull my head away.

“Beckham Linson, if you give me a hickey, I will literally kill you.”

He starts to laugh and dives headfirst back into my neck. “Okay, baby, but it’s too late.”

“BECK! Ohmigod. I have chapter tomorrow at the sorority house, and now I’ll have to cover it up. Hickeys are tacky, Beck.” I mean, I wouldn’t care if they were on other parts of my body, but the neck? No. “Urgh, and my brother will see it, you ass!”

Barking out a laugh, he slides his hand under my jersey and grabs my breast. “Oh, come on. You know you like my mark on you.Property of Beckham Linson. Wear it proudly.”

I cover my face with my free arm and groan.

“Baby, it’s fine. It’ll fade in a few days,” he says with a smile. “Now give me those lips. I still need that third.”

His hand trails down between my legs, and two fingers slide through my center. I’m still slick from him coming inside of me less than ten minutes ago. And truthfully, it feels good. I wasn’t sure I could get close to being ready again, but here we are. I melt for this man.

Our kisses aren’t fast. We take our time. With his fingers sliding in and out of me and the slow, intentional kisses, I’m ready, and I feel needy to have him inside me again.

Beck pulls his hand from my body and sits up. He reaches for my arms to pull me up. “On your knees, baby. I need to see my name on your back while I claim that pussy. Hold the headboard and tilt that perfect ass up.” His voice has a gruffness to it, which really works for me.

I turn around and do as he said. Grabbing the headboard and tilting my hips up, I look over my shoulder to find Beck roaming his eyes over my body, jaw clenched. He reaches out and runs his hands up the back of my thighs, over my ass, and under my jersey.

“I don’t know where I want to start. I want to lick you from behind, but I need to get inside you, baby. I want to see that ass bounce when I drive into you.”

His words and his touch make me shiver. I can’t take my eyes away as I watch his hands move over my body.

Grabbing the bottom of the jersey, he pulls it tight. “Mine. It took you a while to come back to me, but I’ve been patient. It drove me crazy, not seeing you every day last year. Wondering who you were with, what you were doing. I needed you here. This was our plan—to be together through it all. Everything is back in place now, baby. Can you feel it?” His hands are skimming up and down my back. His touch light.

My heart feels like it’s in my throat from his words, and I break my eyes from him and hang my head. Because I feel the same. And I’m angry because we wasted so much time apart, and for what? We have to have this conversation. I need to know what happened because I don’t have the answers.

But right now, I need him to stop teasing me.

“Beck …”

“I know, baby. I need you too.”

He smooths his hands over my ass and pulls my cheeks apart. I’m slightly startled, and for a hot minute, I wonder if we’re trying something new. I hear him groan.

“Someday. Not today,” he says as he brushes his finger over my hole. “Spread your legs wider.”

I tilt my hips back a little more and spread my legs.

“Just like that.”

Still holding my cheeks apart, he slides the head of his cock up and down—from my clit to my ass. I have to admit, it does feel good. But I’m not sure I’m ready for that yet.