But with Beck?
Not only is the wrapper gone, but this is Candy of the Gods.
Naked Candy Divine.
And I am a glutton.
I want more and more.
I had to tell him to hug me tighter, hold my hand tighter. But Beck is a fast learner because his hands fist in my hair and he pulls me into him as We. Kiss. Hard.
My lips are going to be bruised, and I. LOVE. IT.
The only thing I don’t love are the stupid chair arms that keep the lower half of my body away from his.
And, damn, that lower half is screaming for her turn!
I’m contemplating vaulting over the barriers into Beck’s lap when I hear my name.
And not in Beck’s rough, masculine voice.
“Harriet?!”
I ignore it, resenting the unwelcome sound like it’s a heartless alarm clock.
Beck stiffens against me, but I don’t let up. Nothing outside of this kiss is worth my attention. I’ve just unwrapped Candy Divine, for God’s sake.
So when Beck edges back, I lean forward, chasing his mouth with mine. And when I feel his lips smile against my hungry kiss, it’s even better.
“Harriet? Are you alright?”
“Hattie—Baby—” Beck grips my shoulders, so when he pulls back this time, I can’t follow.
I scowl when the kiss breaks. Beck’s face is still close to mine, but not close enough. His cheeks are flushed a lovely conch shell pink. The amber of his eyes is just a slender ring like a solar eclipse, his pupils are so huge. His nostrils flare as he takes big lungfuls of air.
No man has ever looked so good, but he may as well have pinched me.
He searches my face and his mouth crooks a smile.
“Did you just call me baby?” I ask, still scowling.
His brows lift, and he opens his mouth to say something, when a shadow falls over us.
“Harriet? Do you need help?”
Beck looks over my shoulder.
Rude.
“Hi.” He says this to the person behind me, but his jaw is tight and the word doesn’t sound like a real greeting.
But still, I’m disappointed. It’s like he’s never learned that if you don’t acknowledge someone who’s interrupting you, they’ll eventually go away.
“I was talking to Harriet,” the woman says. And even though I want to make a point of not paying attention to her, her voice is familiar, though I can’t place it.
Beck looks back at me, the conch shell flush on his cheeks all but gone. “Hattie, you want to introduce me?”
“No.” I sneer like it’s obvious, but Beck flinches like he’s been stung. Wait. Did I sting him? I rush to explain. “Sh-she’s interrupting our date and it’s rude.”
