His brows raised. “How did Thaylegetpregnant?”
He was such a nut. “By having sex?” I ventured.
“Bingo.”
I wasn’t going to make this easy on him.
“What does that have to do with us? We haven’t had sex.”
“Keep it up, O’Malley, and I’ll show you what that has to do with us rather than having a discussion about it.”
My heart raced as I considered the next words that should come out of my mouth. Having sex with Beck, despite it being a recurring daydream these days, would unequivocally change everything. As much as I wanted it…
“Fine. Let’s talk about it.”
His smile was downright devious. “Enjoy yourself last night?”
“You know I did. Because you made me say it,” I accused.
“Type it, technically, not to split hairs.”
“Well, that was a good talk. So about?—”
Letting out a little scream as Beck set down his glass and strode purposefully toward me, I did the same, placing it safely on the bar just in time. He grabbed my knee, pulled it open while simultaneously spinning me toward him.
A second later, Beck was between my legs, grabbing my face. It was the single hottest thing any man had ever done. But instead of kissing me, he stood there, looking into my eyes.
“Tell me you don’t want to repeat Saturday night. That you want to keep following the rules. Because if you don’t, Mae, I’m going to kiss you again.”
My shoulders rose and fell, my heartbeat pounding in my ears. I couldn’t tell him that. Not without branding myself a boldfaced liar.
This time, it wasn’t as gentle. Our lips slammed together, Beck’s hands inching from my face to the back of my head. Like the first, our mouths melded together as if they’d been made for each other. A flash of last night’s antics ran through my mind as my body felt as if it had turned to jelly. His shoulders flexed beneath my fingers, Beck hard and unyielding.
Not that I wanted him to.
He was so good at kissing. Too good.
I forced the thought from my mind.
I could kiss him all night. But Beck seemed to have other plans. He pulled back, but not for long. His lips trailed a path from mine down my cheek to my neck. I lifted it, to give him better access, but the neck of my t-shirt didn’t allow for much. Which was probably why Beck grabbed it with both hands, where the shirt was tucked into my jeans, looked at me with hooded eyes for a split second, and then yanked it up and off me in one smooth motion.
“Oh, God,” he said, looking at me. “I’ve seen you this way before, but never just before I was about to rip off your bra. Dear lord, you are sexy.”
His words. His tone. The way he stared at me. All of it together was a heady combination. I didn’t utter a word in protest.
Resuming where he’d left off, I waited for Beck to reach behind my back and unclasp my bra. Instead, he kissed all the way from my collarbone to the top of both breasts. Still, he didn’t attempt to uncover them.
When his mouth hovered over me, his breath on my nipple followed by a flick of his tongue through the lace, I clenched in anticipation. He did the same to both breasts, and I nearly reached back to undo the damn clasp myself.
Finally, his hands splayed across my waist on each side as he kissed a trail back upward. Arching into him, I let my head fall back.
“Mmm.”
“Like this?” he asked, his tongue flicking against my skin.
“Mmhmm.”
“Are you picturing my tongue on your bare nipple, Mae?”
