Page 12 of Beckett the Bad Boy

Beckett isn’t desperate for me. He probably wants—well, I’m not sure what he could possibly want to say, but it’s probably not along the lines ofBeth, you’re the most amazing woman in the world. Please be mine for all eternity.

Picturing bad boy Beckett resorting to over-the-top declarations of love almost makes me snort in laughter.

“Elizabeth.”

My full name shouldn’t sound so hot coming from him. I’m a grown-ass woman, not a child who needs scolding, but a shudder of arousal drips between my thighs anyway.

“For chrissakes!” He uses his strength to halt my forward progress and swings me around until my back is against the wall. “You shouldn’t run from me,” he reprimands.

His body heat seeps through my blouse as his broad chest brushes my nipples.

“I-I wasn’t running.”

“You didn’t stop.”

I don’t have an excuse for that. It’s not like I can lie about hearing him. He was two freaking feet away. And had possession of my hand.

Gathering my wits, I straighten my spine, ignoring the fact that he still towers over me, even when I’m standing at my full height.

“Did you need something? I’m headed to the supply closet, so I can—”

“The only thing I need is you,” he rasps then urges me closer to meet his slightly parted lips.

What. The. Fuck.

I gasp in shock, a sharp inhale that burns in my chest, before I slowly relax in Beckett’s possessive embrace.

His tongue sweeps forward in a bold move. Controlling the kiss. Controlling me with confident hands as he pins my arms to my sides.

The flush of my full curves trapped between Beckett’s hard muscles and a stone wall should feel suffocating. Claustrophobic. Instead, I feel cozy. Safe. Surrounded by his spicy scent and addictive warmth.

He breaks away for a second, and my lips are left bereft. I keep my lashes firmly shut to pretend like I can stay in this fantasy forever.

Then there’s a low murmur. “Come home with me tonight.”

Wait, what?My eyes spring open.Did… Did he just…?

“Um… why?”And the award for World’s Dumbest Question goes to Beth Dayton!

But seriously, what do you expect? No one has ever propositioned me for sex before. Especially no one like Beckett freaking Caldwell. All dangerous smiles and protective instincts.

Even if a mandidask me for sex, I’m not that kind of girl.

I’m too cautious to sleep with a stranger, or akindastranger who I’ve only talked to a handful of times.

I don't do flings.

I don't do one-night-stands.

But I like Beckett.

He’s my secret crush.

And that's the problem.

I shouldn't spend time with himin his bedwhen I already have feelings. Because knowing what it feels like to be the center of Beckett’s attention is a recipe for disaster.

“Why should you come home with me?” A wolfish grin bares his white teeth. “Because I want you to. Because I can’t get you out of my head.” He nips at my bottom lip before licking the sting away. “I can’t explain it, baby, but I need more. I think we both do, and a night of hot sex sounds just about right.”