“Someone’s eager.”
“Beckett,” I moaned, throwing my head back in frustration. He took advantage of the moment and kissed and licked my neck as he slid his hand up, up, up until he reached the very thin, very wet scrap of fabric that covered me.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “You’re soaked for me, beautiful.”
I made an impatient sound that might have also been a curse.
He chuckled. “I bet you’ll come undone the moment I stroke your clit, won’t you? Are you that ready and needy for me?”
Hell, if I knew. All I could focus on was the teasing touch of his fingers as he stroked me through my panties – never quite reaching that perfect spot. Teasing me and building pleasure. My entire body trembled, and I arched my back – another silent plea for Beckett to have mercy on me.
“Clara, you have no idea how much I want to bury my cock in you right here, right now. I want you under me, your back arched and my name on your lips when you come. I want you on top of me, bouncing on my cock until I can’t see straight.”
Yes.Yes, to all of it. Please, yes.
“But.” He pulled away. He kept his fingers right where they were, stroking me. Beckett released his grip on my hair only to palm one of my breasts through the dress. “We don’t have time for the way I want to take you, and our first time sure as hell isn’t going to be on a damn worktable in the tack room. No matter how tempting it is right now.”
I whimpered. Actually whimpered.
He pulled my dress and bra out of the way and cupped my breast, his rough skin sliding against my peaked nipple.
“But I can’t send you out into the world with your pussy this wet and swollen and ready for me, either, can I?” He pinched my nipple. A jolt of pleasure raced straight to my core. He bent down to soothe the ache with his tongue.
“Beckett, I –” I lost words as he pulled my nipple between his teeth.
Breathless, mindless, I begged, “Please.”
He growled again, and whatever control he’d been holding on to snapped. “I need to taste you, Clara. Be extra good and keep quiet while I lick your pussy.”
I barely had time to process his words as he grabbed my hips, lifted the dress, and slid the pathetic scrap of fabric formerly known as my panties down my legs.
Beckett kissed and licked his way up my legs with a reverence I’d never expected, as if it were something he never thought he’d get to do. I hissed as he licked the ticklish spot next to my knee and moaned as he moved higher.
I was already so close. So, so close to that elusive peak. I’d be over it the second his mouth was where I ached.
Beckett licked the inside of one of my thighs, and then the other, before he settled himself right in the middle. “Lie back, little wren.”
I obeyed, the cold of the work table jarring compared to the heat of my skin.
He slid a finger up and down my entrance. I writhed at his touch.
“Hmm,” the sound he made was nearly a growl. “You’d better keep still or I’ll have to pin you down, princess.”
The thought of him making good on that threat made me squirm even more. Beckett chuckled, almost to himself, and braced his free arm across my hips, successfully pinning me in place.
“Now I wonder …”
I covered my mouth to try and hide my moan when Beckett slid one, then two fingers inside of me. It was hard not to ride his fingers, even with his arm keeping me still.
“Fuck, Clara. You’re already fluttering for me.”
I keened.
Beckett removed both fingers and placed a kiss on my belly. I dragged my gaze to his and found such a feral desire in his green eyes that my body trembled with anticipation.
“Not long now, princess, I promise.”
Another kiss on my belly, then lower, lower, until he reached my clit.
