This wasBeck.
My life-long friend.
My future husband.
“Come with me,” I pleaded. It was as if he knew exactly what to do, circling in the only way I could possibly come without any other stimulation.
“My pleasure.”
He watched. Waited. Knew the moment the pressure had built and was about to explode. And then buried himself full hilt as the waves began, my ass cheeks clenched, and Beck roared with pleasure.
It wasn’t sex.
Or even making love.
That was… magic.
45
BECK
“We should have done that sooner.”
It was hard to believe Mae O’Malley was in my arms, after having agreed to become my wife, and after what could only be described as the best sex of my life.
“Why didn’t we?” Mae asked.
I ran my hand up and down over the curve of her hip beneath the covers.
Because I could.
“Lord only knows,” I said. “If I knew it would be that good…”
She turned her face toward me. I swore there was no woman as beautiful as this one.
“Are you always this smug after sex, fiancé?” she asked.
“Only when it’s, as you say, that good.”
Mae’s sigh of contentment made me smile. “I wish we could stay here all night. What time do you have to get back?”
I scooted back to see her better. “What do you take me for, an amateur? I’ve got the bar covered all night. And opening tomorrow. Have to be back mid-afternoon.”
That seemed to surprise her. “Who’s closing? We have the room all night? But I don’t have anything with me.”
I tsked. “Mae, Mae, Mae. Give me some credit.” I pointed to the duffle bag in the corner of the room.
“What the heck is that?”
“Your overnight bag.”
I shouldn’t revel in her complete confusion. But I was pretty proud of how we’d pulled it off.
“I distinctly remembernotpacking an overnight bag. And also, that’s not mine.”
“Close enough. It’s your mom’s bag she packed for you.”
Mae sat up, giving me a stellar view. It took every ounce of self-restraint I possessed to keep my hands in place.
