Page 57 of Will Bark for Pizza (Bluebell Springs #1)

FORTY-SIX

KIRA

I was shivering from head to toe as Beckett carried me to his cabin, too frozen to argue that I could walk.

I didn’t want to walk.

Not if it meant surrendering his warmth.

The warmth I shouldn’t want but now craved all the damn time.

“What were you thinking, Red?” His scolding was gentle and filled with concern. Real concern.

Ah, fuck, I was falling for this guy.

“I needed to clear my head.” It was a partial truth, but I didn’t tell many people about Mom visiting me in my dreams. Beckett wouldn’t understand why I had to get on the water to find her.

Not that I did find her.

And now my paddleboard was lost at sea.

Well, shit.

“We need to get you warmed up,” Beckett said, sounding much too serious for my liking. I could think of plenty of ways I enjoyed being warmed up by Beckett Campbell. But his tone told me this was not the time to test those waters.

“This looks different,” I said, noticing the furniture change. And where were the curtains for the living room window?

“I’m all moved in.”

“Oh.”

“Worried you’re going to miss me, Red?”

“You can put me down now.”

Deflection was my only defense. Well, that and my chattering teeth. Fuck, that water was colder than I remembered. I didn’t plan on falling in, but I also knew better than to get on a fucking board when the waters were that rough. I was a strong swimmer, but I was also out of practice.

Beckett set me on my feet in the kitchen, just outside the cramped bathroom.

“Where’s Husker?”

“At home, with Grandpa Dale. You didn’t think I’d take him out on the lake today, did you?”

“So, the lake was safe enough for you , but not your dog?”

“Gee, Dad , I didn’t really think of it that way.” Except, of course, I had. I swayed from side to side, feeling suddenly dizzy. Automatically, I reached for my head, though I didn’t remember hitting it.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. ”

“Kira.”

“I’m fine.”

“You’re obviously not.”

My teeth were chattering again. “I’m fucking cold,” I shot back.

“Take off your wet clothes.”

“Say it like you mean it,” I teased, pulling off my thin hoodie that seemed to weigh twenty pounds. Why did he let me come inside with dripping wet clothes?

“Kira,” he said, his tone a warning as he stepped into the outdated bathroom and turned on the shower.

“I’m not the only one who needs warming up,” I pointed out, scanning the way his T-shirt and shorts clung to his body. I bet every last inch of him was fucking perfection, even when it was cold.

“Stop undressing me with your eyes and get your ass in that shower,” he insisted.

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

I pulled off my tank, then my shorts, standing before him in a miserably wet bra that did not match my panties. Because I didn’t think today would be the day Beckett Campbell got me naked.

“You’re cold.”

“Trust me, I’m warmer than you think.”

My gaze dropped right to his crotch. What I saw there had me feeling suddenly warmer inside.

I was exhausted from pretending I didn’t think about this man every damn minute of the day.

Tired of acting like I didn’t want him all the time.

And right now, I had no energy left for self-control.

Fuck it. I lifted my eyes to his and reached behind my back to undo my bra.

“Kira— ”

“Warm me up, Beck.” I let the bra fall to the floor. “ Please .”

“That shower isn’t big enough for the both of us,” he said, his tone regretful as he seemed to struggle with where to look. His gaze kept landing on my breasts, and my nipples puckered right up in approval.

I bent forward, pulling off my panties.

“Fuck,” he hissed.

As I rolled back to standing, I ran my hands along his legs, stopping at the waistband. “I bet we can make it work.”

“Have you ever actually showered out here before?” Despite his concerns, he pulled off his shirt. His sculpted chest was painted with the tattoos I’d been wanting to memorize up close. Maybe today, I finally would.

I tugged down his shorts and boxers together, reaching a hand between his legs to guard his shaft as the last of his clothing fell away.

He groaned at my touch.

I whimpered at the feel of him in my hand, relishing in the way he grew firmer at my touch.

I no longer needed the hot shower. My internal body temperature had shot right the hell up to lava hot. I gently stroked him as he guided us under the spray of hot water.

He wasn’t wrong. This stand-up shower was impossibly small. But I wanted— needed —to be this close to him. I was so damn tired of fighting this pull between us. I didn’t understand it, but I no longer wanted to. I simply wanted to give in.

Beckett gripped the back of my neck possessively as our lips crashed together. I continued to stroke his cock as he reached a hand to my ass and squeezed. Our kisses were savage. Desperate. Hungry. Our tongues wrestled for dominance as he slid his hand to my hip and lifted my knee to his waist.

I braced my toes on a plastic lip of the shower, moaning as his hand slid beneath my thigh. His thumb strummed my sensitive button, his rhythm perfection.

“I don’t have any girly body wash,” he said.

“So?”

“You’re going to smell like a man.”

“You mean like you.” Like pine needles .

The pressure of his thumb increased, and I nearly lost my footing. But Beckett held me against him, his grip reassurance that he wouldn’t let anything bad happen to me. He brought me right up to the edge with that single fucking thumb. I dug my fingernails into his shoulder.

“I’m going to?—”

“Not yet,” he said, pulling his hand away and lowering my leg.

“What the hell?” I huffed.

Beckett reached over my head for a bottle of men’s body wash and a loofa that looked brand new.

“Don’t worry, Red. I’m going to make you come.”

“Really?”

“Really.” He lathered the loofa and turned me around so my back was to his chest. He pulled back my hair to expose my ear, lowering his lips to the shell. “I want to make you come so damn hard you leave your body.”

I shivered, but nothing about me was cold anymore. Oh no, this was a sinful shiver of anticipation.

I leaned into Beckett as he lathered my body in his woodsy, spicy body wash. His length pressed into my lower back. If this shower were bigger, I’d bend over and beg him to take me from behind.

Beckett hung up the loofa and used his hands to work in the bubbles, taking his sweet time with each caress. Those rough, callused hands slid up my stomach and cupped my breasts.

“In case you weren’t aware, you have great tits.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“I’ve been thinking about them since I made you come in the bookstore.”

I whimpered as he teased my pebbled nipples with his index fingers, reaching behind me to move his cock between my legs.

“Kira?”

“Just let me play,” I pleaded, spreading my folds so I could press his length against my clit. He groaned as I rocked my hips against him.

“I’ll let you play, Red,” he said, grabbing my tits firmly. “But you’re not allowed to come until I tell you. Is that understood?”

God, I loved this dominant bedroom side of Beckett.

“Kira?”

“I understand.”

“Good girl.”

I stroked him against my sensitive flesh until my toes curled, and I cried out in warning.

It wasn’t just his hard length that felt so fucking good between my legs.

It was the way his body enveloped me against him.

The way his lips teased the crook of my neck, teeth scraping my skin.

The way my breasts fit perfectly in his big rough hands.

“I gotta—gotta stop!” I panted.

Beckett yanked himself from me two seconds before I lost control.

“How would you punish me?” I asked as he turned off the water.

“What?”

“If I came too early. How would you punish me?”

His hazel eyes were drenched with heavy desire, the intensity in his gaze almost too much to handle. Fuck, that gaze alone could make me come if I wasn’t careful.

“Kira Mason, are you asking me to spank you?”

A full-body quiver erupted at his words.

Am I?

“I—I don’t know. Maybe?”

“Maybe next time, Red.”

“Next time?”

He stepped out of the shower, reaching for a towel and using it to dry me off while I watched the water drip from his body. I studied the tattoo of the unit crest. “What is that one from?”

“Later.”

“Later?”

“We can talk later, Red.”

He scooped me into his arms, me only half dry and him all the way wet, and carried me to the bedroom. There was only a set of sage green sheets, no blanket. That was the last detail I noticed before he lowered me to the bed and slid down my body, settling his face between my legs.

Beckett’s tongue and mouth worked in perfect harmony.

I gripped the pillow behind my head with both hands, desperate to watch him play but unable to keep my eyes open.

Had anything ever felt this good?

“Beckett,” I groaned.

“You close?” he asked, his words vibrating against my sensitive flesh.

“So close.”

Everything intensified. His pace, the pressure, the building pleasure.

“I’m—I’m almost?—”

“Kira?”

“ Mmm ?”

“Come for me.”

I exploded at his command.

Beckett fused his face to my pussy, showing not a single ounce of mercy as I came so hard I thought I’d shoot right off the bed and leave a hole in the ceiling.

My toes and fingertips tingled as they gripped for purchase.

I felt as though I’d been blasted off like a rocket and was now free floating into space, fueled on euphoria.

Beckett crawled beside me, cupping my cheek and kissing me so sensually it threatened to short-circuit my brain.

I didn’t know if I’d catch my breath before sunset, but I reached my hand between us, circling it around his length.

He groaned.

“Beckett?”

“Yes, Red?”

“I want you inside me.”

“Are you sure? ”

“Yes.”

Beckett rolled onto his side, pulling open a nightstand drawer.

“You really have settled in,” I teased.

“I wanted to be prepared,” he said, tearing at the foil packet.

“Prepared to have a woman in your bed?” A hint of jealousy wormed its way in, and I wondered how many women there might be now that Beckett was out here all alone. But I had no right to be jealous when I was the one fighting this. Right?

“Prepared to have you in my bed.”

“You knew this would happen?” Shut up, Kira . You’re ruining this .

“No,” he admitted, kissing my forehead as he climbed on top of me. “But I really fucking hoped it would.”

He pushed apart my thighs with his knees and lowered himself to my entrance. I held on to his shoulders as he nudged inside.

His lips met mine, and I sank into the sensation of it all. The feel of him inside me. The way my body craved his touch. How I couldn’t seem to get close enough to him, no matter how tightly I wrapped myself around him. I met him thrust for thrust, desperate for more.

“Fuck, Kira,” he growled against my ear.

“Come inside me,” I pleaded.

He kissed me harder as he pummeled into me over and over. Pleasure built in my core once more. Fuck, was I going to come— again ?

I exploded once more.

And Beckett came right after me.