“ You were amazing,” Beck complimented me, pressing his forehead to mine.
I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment, trying to soak in the moment. “Don’t think I didn’t hear you chiming in at the end.”
He chuckled and then pressed his mouth to my ear. “Am I allowed to love you?” he asked, making my heart sputter to a stop. I looked up into his hazel eyes and I knew I was a goner. I couldn’t form words because I would have cried. My eyes filled with unshed tears and I bit my lip in hopes of quelling the surge of happiness. My gaze shifted to his chin and I nodded gently again and again.
He was watching my reaction with such sincerity that I had to say something. Something to douse the flames before he pressed me back against the bar and took me in front of all the nice patrons.
“ You probably only love me because I’m a rock star now,” I quipped, sort of mumbling over the “love me” part for fear that I was being presumptuous.
A dimple appeared next to his mouth and I focused on that as he started tugging me out of the bar. We left the newsletters in the booth— in the city where they belonged. The city that missed their golden boy enough that it wasn’t my burden to hold onto him any longer. As Beck pushed through the bar’s doors, I pressed my hand to the jagged scar above my heart and closed my eyes. I would carry Colby with me forever, right where it mattered the most.
…
“ Have you ever had sex in a seedy motel before?” I asked as Beck and I laid down staring at the popcorn ceiling above our heads. Beck chuckled next to me and reached to grab my hand. I smiled and then rolled over to straddle him. His eyebrows shot up and I internally applauded myself for taking him by surprise. His brown hair hung sweet and disorderly against his pillow.
His hands pressed against my back, just under my bra, and I rocked my hips over his, getting a slow feel for him beneath me. My hands tugged his shirt up so I could skim my fingers along his abs, memorizing each ridge that belonged to me. I kept tugging higher until most of his upper body was revealed to me. My hands roamed everywhere.
“ That tickles.” Beck wiggled beneath me as I roamed too close to his underarms.
“ Oops, sorry,” I smiled, and dragged my hands back down to his lower stomach. I traced the V that pointed to my end goal. Beck’s hands ran under the top of my dress, skimming over my skin until he found the clasp of my bra. With a quick flick, he undid it, and I mashed my lips together. That feeling of him dragging his hand around my torso to cup my breasts beneath my dress sent a delicious shiver down my spine.
“ Beck,” I moaned, not realizing I’d been rolling my hips onto him the entire time. That was all the encouragement he needed. He hands cupped around each breast. My nails dug gently into his torso, letting the sensations take over. A moment later, he pressed up so that I could push his shirt over his head. He tugged my dress off and then threw it across the room. His pants followed.
His hands wrapped around my back so that when he laid back down, he took me with him. Our chests were pressed tightly together. Warm skin on skin as our mouths found one another. It felt empowering to straddle him like that as his hands gripped my hair, keeping us melded together. We ground our hips together in a sweet rhythm.
I pressed my hand to his warm chest. “Could I be on top?” I asked with a crooked smile. I had no clue if I’d enjoy it that way, but I wanted to try. Beck licked his lips and nodded, grasping me on top of him. I pressed my hands to his chest to support my weight as his fingers dipped down my body, rubbing me gently for a few moments.
I reached down and clasped over his hand, aligning us perfectly. Then I bit my lip and started to sink down, unsure of how painful it would be. My weight wasn’t enough to push me all the way down onto him. I hovered in limbo, adjusting to his size. My fingers gripped his chest and my head fell forward with the weight of the pleasure. But then Beck’s hands gripped my waist and in one fluid move, he simultaneously bucked his hips up and pressed me down so that I was filled completely by him.
“ Beck!” I cried out as a flood of sensations came over me. His hands gripped my hips as his thumbs dipped lower. The feel of him inside of me as his fingers moved over my inner thighs, touching flesh that was overly-sensitized, felt like too much for my brain to comprehend.