He takes a step back and moves for the door handle.
“Wait,” Margot begins, voice breaking on the single syllable. “Just wait. I'll tell you. I'll tell you, but you have to swear on the club that you'll let me go.”
I grin wicked nasty, even though I don't mean to. Sometimes the cracked eggs are the easiest ones to break.
Tease
Chapter 20
I wake up the next morning with Beck lying shirtless next to me. His body is a few careful inches away from mine, but I can still feel the heat radiating from his skin, teasing me, torturing me, and reminding me that I never got to finish yesterday. I stare at him, almost afraid to wake him. If I do, he might … I can't even fucking go there without flushing from head to toe. I roll onto my back and lay my arm across my forehead. Beck Evans. Triple M. It's odd when a fantasy comes to life and ends up meeting your expectations. Exceeding them even.
I sigh and sit up, my body stiff as hell from sleeping in the corset and leather pants. At least Beck was a gentleman and left me as I was. It's already weird enough that we slept in the same bed together. I wasn't a prisoner this time, wasn't handcuffed. We were just sharing because … well, we're connected somehow now. I climb out of bed and undo the claps on the front of the bodice, peeling it away from my body with a sigh of relief and taking it into the bathroom with me. I strip off the pants next and drape both items over the toilet seat before climbing into the shower.
Part of me is desperate for Beck to wake up and come find me in here, and the other part wishes he wouldn't. Monday. As in the day after tomorrow. That's when I'm going back home. I feel sick inside, like I'm on a vacation that's ending too soon. I don't want to leave Beck yet, not when I still have this incredible ache inside my stomach. If he comes in here, touches me again, how am I going to pull myself away? He's the most attractive man I've ever seen in my entire life. I don't envy trying to search for someone that lives up to him.
“Crap,” I lay my forehead against the glass door of the shower and sigh heavily. And he's interested in me. Interested. I'm not exactly clear on what that means, but I'd like to find out. “Crap, crap, crap.” I finish up my shower quickly, determined to be done before Beck finds me, soapy and scalding hot.
Unconsciously, I start to move a little bit slower.
Holding back that orgasm yesterday has lit this slow burning fire in my lower parts. Even walking into the bathroom, I could feel my body rubbing, practically begging me to touch it. I haven't though. Not that I've got anything against masturbating, but Beck is here and willing … Or at least he would be if he wasn't still sleeping.
I climb out of the shower to find him in bed, same position I left him. Damn it. I don't feel like we're on close enough terms that I could just go and wake him up for sex. I know realistically that he probably wouldn't mind, but it still seems weird. As I'm moving back down the short hallway to the bathroom, somebody grabs me from behind. My heart flutters in panic before I realize those scalding fingers burning against my flesh belong to Beck.
“I thought you were sleeping,” I say as he pulls me back into the room and flings me on the bed, my white towel fluttering like a broken angel wing. I do my best to cover up my nakedness while Beck stands over me grinning.
“I was waitin' for your ass, sugar tits.”
“I like it best when you call me Emilie,” I tell him honestly and his grin morphs into a more gentle smile. “Not that it really matters.”
“Oh, it matters alright,” he says, stripping his jeans off and letting them fall to the floor. Beck doesn't seem to have the same problem I do with flashing his naked body around. His cock is already hard and glistening with sweat. I don't know what it is about these fucking hotel rooms, but this one is just as warm as the last one, drenching Beck's entire muscular frame in little beads of moisture. I bite my lower lip as feelings surge deep within my belly. Oh my God. The man is built like a God, a statue chiseled in living flesh. His pecs are rock solid but not grotesquely oversized, tapering into a perfect belly with an eight pack and that incredibly irresistible 'V' shape of his oblique muscles. His thighs are thick without being beefy, much like his arms with that perfect swell of shoulder and bicep. And the tattoos? There's the pirate symbol, the skull and crossbones on his chest with the 'MMM' above it.
I reach up a hand and run my fingers through my wet hair, trying to still my rapid breathing. I feel like I'm this close to panting at the man.
“I want to call you what makes you hottest, darlin'. If it's Emilie you like, Emilie it is.”
“What were you waiting for?” I ask him, even though I already know. He grins at me and moves forward, kneeling on the end of the bed and reaching out for the towel. I try to keep hold of it, but Beck's a hell of a lot stronger than me. It goes fluttering through the air and lands in a heap on the floor. Leaving me naked. Leaving me exposed. I put my hands over the spot of red hair between my legs. “I was in the shower that whole time.”