ed up than seconds ago. Even though I figh
as a way to escape the situation. In two swift steps, Beck is back to invading my space. He to
staring at me like
whisper, tryi
hosts over my lips. All I want is to close my eyes and l
one and yet hate them at the sa
erested in hanging up
crashes over me, m
w I'm star
in ways I've only dreamed ab
il
is energy and sense of humor have fascinated me. I'm drawn to the way he doesn't give a damn. My fingers itch to tunnel throug
t.
I would never-under any cir
ow tempted
ow much he
doesn't have the attention span to stick with anything other than footbal
he steps away and presses something soft into my hands.
the bathroom attached t
than I suspected because for some reason,
turns sharp, "but
s his words echo t
ng covering you," he contin
have I gotte
my gaze darts to the bedroom door. If I run
d physically stop me
it, Stanbury. You sleepi
rritated that he can r
fore sliding the lock into place. From the other side of the door, his amused chuckle assaults my ears. With sha
n my face. Then I strip off the tank top, skirt, and sandals. With my bra and thong still in place, I meet my reflectio
he bra to the tile floor. Then I pull Beck's T-shirt over my head. I hate myself for giving in to the urge to bring
that dominates the space. Gone are the board shorts. In their place is a p
e
y avert
baby
y should be this
st plai
how to proceed, I hover near the bathroom door. His hands are lazily stacked behind his head as they rest against the pillow. When I don'
e he
s this reall
Maybe a nightmare. Or
I try to figure out how I've ended up in Bec
ways been avoid
e complete
ink to awareness when Beck's fingers tighten around
raps around my w
ry. Maybe if he would stop touching me, my mind would clear enough to think rationally. But his grip
ension that has gathered between us, his fingers
Am I supposed to slide into
aturday night
ys, "Nothing will happ
tly what I'
about are his
ents falter when he groans, his hand sliding over my bare backside. Everything in me ten
nt Egyptian-covered pillows. It takes a bit of adjustment before I'm able to find a comfortable position on my sid
y eyes. Okay. This isn't so bad. Beck will stay on his side, and I'll remain on mine. It's a king-size bed and there's plenty of space for both of us. In f
no idea. But I banish it from my hea
aybe I'll wait for Beck to fall asleep and sneak home. Is he really going to care
s, Beck wraps an arm around my ribs. I yelp as he drags
y h
around my body and holds me so every part
mean ev
. My breath becomes clogged in my throat until it feels like I'm going to pass out from l
rumbles ag
e jo
supposed
ce shaking like a leaf
ing here. En
it won't do me any good. Beck isn't going to release me until he's damn good and ready.
ds droop. I listen for Beck's steady inh
e to st
way I'll
will. A little longer and I
reathing becomes deep and rhythmic. For so
ed to do
I c
ep, wrapped up i