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“No hiding from me.” Beckett pulled his arms away again.
“But I thought you weren’t supposed to look.”
Beckett’s gaze swept over Santee. “We’re mates. That’s different. And from what I see, you’re fucking perfect.”
Santee wasn’t sure if his mate was simply being nice or if he meant it. When Beckett leaned in, clearly going in for a kiss, Santee backed away.
“Right.” Beckett cleared his throat. “I said my demand was purely nonsexual.”
Santee bit his lower lip and looked away. “It’s not that I don’t want you.”
“Then what is it?” Beckett asked.
“I don’t want to admit it to you.” Santee waved a hand at his mate. “You’re so worldly, experienced. I just don’t want…” Santee tried to hug himself again, but Beckett grabbed his arms, stopping him. “I don’t want to disappoint you.”
“You could never disappoint me. Just your willingness to share an intimate moment with me makes me over the moon about you.”
“You’re giving me a serious case of diabetes,” Santee said.
Beckett chuckled. Dang, the guy looked even hotter when he smiled. “Am I being obnoxiously sweet? I’ll tone it down.”
“I like it,” Santee admitted. “I wasn’t sure how to reply to that, so I used sarcasm.”
“Ah, I see.” Beckett moved in closer. “Let me know when you want me to back the hell up.”
God, the guy was even considerate of Santee’s feelings. This was all so new to him, as if he was getting a hit of much-needed oxygen after his lungs had been deprived of it his entire life. “If we’re going for full disclosure, I’m not used to compliments.”
Beckett slid his fingers down Santee’s arm, eliciting goose bumps. “Then get ready for a sugary overload, kitten.”
“Bunny.” Santee wasn’t sure why he corrected his mate. Beckett knew full well what he was, and Santee liked the endearment. Lord knew he’d never been called anything sweet by a guy before.
“Mi dulce conejito.” Beckett kissed Santee’s neck. “My sweet little bunny.”
Santee was glad Beckett had translated, because he didn’t want to ask his mate to tell him what he’d said. Santee just liked hearing his mate speak in such a sexy way. Heck, Beckett could have been saying that he had an ingrown toenail and Santee would have swooned over the way his mate had spoken.
“Beckett, I…” For a second Santee forgot what he was about to say. Beckett was nibbling his way across Santee’s neck. “I’m not experienced.”
His mate slipped his arms around Santee’s waist, using his mouth to work his way toward Santee’s ear. “It fucking thrills me to know I’m your first.”
“Not entirely.” Santee needed to learn when to shut up. “I’ve gave a guy oral sex once. I was told I was horrible at it.”
A purr rumbled in Beckett’s chest. “Then I look forward to teaching you.”
Oh, heck. Santee was too mindless to keep talking, let alone string two brain cells together. All he wanted was for Beckett to never stop touching him, to never stop saying sexy things to him. “I think I might like dirty talk,” Santee confessed. “My cock jerks every time you do that.”
Beckett pulled back and smiled at Santee. “Am I bringing out the kink in you?”
“I have no idea, but don’t stop.” Santee slid his hands up Beckett’s strong chest, only then realizing that his mate was still fully dressed. Santee liked the way Beckett’s denim jeans felt against his bare flesh. It was almost too much for him to handle.
Beckett began to back Santee toward the bed but stopped. “As much as this turns me on, sweetheart, you need a shower. I can still smell the baking soda and vinegar on you.”
Santee was mortified. He yanked away from Beckett, only for his mate to yank him back toward him. “I wasn’t making fun of you, conejito. In fact, I’m offering to take one with you so I can make sure your back gets cleaned.”
Santee pursed his lips. “Somehow I doubt you’re thinking of my back.”
His mate grinned. “Guilty. Now get your sexy ass in the shower where I can touch every inch of your body under the ruse of simply washing you.”
With a frown, Santee asked, “Do I still smell like skunk?”
