Page 51 of Suddenly Beck

‘We walk away satisfied and most importantly as friends,’ he says earnestly.

A whole summer of Nat, naked beneath me with no strings attached, and at the end of it all, we walk away satisfied and still friends, what could possibly go wrong?

I stare at him in silence as he shifts awkwardly.

‘Or not,’ he says quickly, his cheeks flushing in that adorable way they do when he’s embarrassed or unsure of himself. He gathers up the empty plates and sets them in the sink, turning the tap on. ‘I know you prefer it to be sex only. If you don’t want to, it’s fine we can still be friends. I’m sure I can find someone else to…’

‘No.’ I move closer, my back pressing against his as I reach down and turn the tap off, rumbling against his ear, ‘No one else gets to touch you. If we do this, you’re mine and mine only.’

I can’t help the primal satisfaction that shoots straight to the pit of my belly as he shivers against me, his breath catching in his throat. I reach up slowly, sliding my hands underneath the t-shirt of mine he’s wearing and skimming along his warm skin. I love seeing him wearing something of mine and having him smell like me. There’s something so primitive and sexy about my scent over his skin mingling with his.

‘Say it,’ I breathe against his ear, gliding my hands up his torso and feeling his nipples tighten beneath my fingertips.

‘Only yours,’ he gasps. ‘I’m only yours.’

My dick hardens instantly at his breathy words, and I yank my hands free turning him around abruptly and crashing my lips to his.

He groans into my mouth, and I’m hit with a fierce need. No matter what happens at the end of the summer, right now, he’s mine. Every first of his will be with me, and it fills me with an intense satisfaction. I want him to feel nothing but pleasure. I want to drive him out of his mind, but right now, there’s only one thing I want more than anything else. I want to make him come so hard he sees not just stars but entire fucking galaxies.

‘Beck,’ he pants against my mouth, his lips swollen and eyes glazed. ‘I need… I need…’

‘I know, baby,’ I hum against his mouth. ‘I know what you need.’

I step back, taking his hand and drawing him with me, leading him across the kitchen and through the doorway into my studio. My personal space, where I never let anyone else, but I want him in there, naked beneath me on my ridiculously comfy sofa.

I close the door behind us as we step inside.

‘Wow,’ Nat breathes softly as he looks around at the large space, taking in the incredible view out across the storm-tossed ocean as the rain beats against the window, leaving the room bathed in rippling patterns. ‘This is your studio?’

‘Yes,’ I say simply as he turns to face me, walking backwards as I stalk him slowly.

‘Ah, the inner sanctum.’ His mouth curls. ‘How many people have been allowed in here?’

‘No one,’ I reply. ‘Only you.’

His gaze heats, and his breathing speeds up. He likes me claiming him, and I can see how turned on he is. My gaze briefly drops to the huge, steely bulge at the front of his jeans, and my stomach tightens in anticipation as my mouth waters.

I want him so bad.

His gaze flicks to the side, and he sees the huge floor length, ornately gilded mirror I have propped against the wall.

‘Why do you have a mirror in here?’ he asks breathlessly.

‘You never know when it might come in handy,’ I murmur as I watch his vivid blue gaze drop to my hands.

I grip the edge of my t-shirt, peeling it up and over my head, tossing it casually aside and continue my slow, inexorable advance toward him. His hot gaze trailing over my chest and abs, and I know I’m cut. The surfing keeps me in shape, but Ryan’s also got a gym set up at his place, so I work out fairly frequently.

I stop in front of him, and he reaches up tentatively, his hand hovering above my chest, his eyes flicking to mine as if seeking permission.

‘Touch me, Nat,’ I whisper.

His fingers are soft and inquisitive as he traces the curves and contours of my body starting at my collarbone, and his fingers skim along the ridge of the bone, up and over my broad shoulders and down the length of my arms as if he’s mapping every millimeter of my skin in fascination. He splays his fingers and presses his palms to my pecs, trailing down my chest, his fingers curling at the last minute, and his short fingernails scrape over my sensitive nipples causing me to hiss before he lowers his hands down the ripples of my abs.

His maddening touches blaze a trail of fire across my skin wherever they touch, heightening my awareness of him and quickening his breath as he enjoys touching my body.

I cup my hand over his, stopping his exploration. I’m so close to the edge already, and I don’t want to end up coming in my pants like an inexperienced fourteen-year-old.

I take his hand and draw him over to the mirror, turning him to face his reflection with me standing pressed against his back. I’m slightly taller and broader than him, making me feel oddly protective as I surround him. Those gorgeous eyes rise to meet mine in the mirror as he watches me, his expression so trusting, and I find myself desperately wanting to be worthy of that trust.