Page 213 of Spicy Ever After
I must fall asleep at some point because when I open my eyes again, the moon is directly overhead. I can’t believe how bright the night is.
And Beck is kissing my neck.
This time, we aren’t frantic.
Sure, we’re crazy for each other. But we taste and savor and caress and gaze. We make slow, exquisite love.
And then we drive back to the farmhouse. Because even though it's November and the mosquitos aren’t terrible, the hundred or so that are in the area have found us. And nobody needs West Nile virus.
Unlike the night of Margaret’s bachelorette party, I’m not drunk, so I think I do an okay job of making it upstairs without waking Beck’s dad.
It’s after midnight. Beck needs his rest. He practically collapses on his bed to take off his boots. But blame jet lag or the ideas that are taking shape in my head, I am wide awake.
“Mind if I take a shower?” I ask in my best attempt at a whisper.
Beck glances up at me, one remaining boot in hand. “Without me?”
“Aren’t you exhausted?”
He sniffs. “Sure, but I’m also not an idiot. You’re showering in my house? I’m not missing out.”
“It’s settled, then.”
I get everything I need out of my suitcase—super convenient—while Beck warms up the water.
By the time I’ve got my bundle of shampoo, conditioner, toothbrush, and PJs, he’s stripped down to his boxer briefs, and I’m wondering about the logistics of shower sex.
“Don’t look at me like that,” Beck says, rough-voiced and sleepy. “Yes, I wanna fuck you in this shower, but I guarantee Pop’s awake.”
I jolt. “How do you know?”
Beck shakes his head, chuckling. “Um, honey,” he nods towards his room across the hall, “did you just knock over your suitcase?”
I bite my bottom lip. “Maybe?”
His grin stretches. “And drop a bottle of shampoo?”
I blink. “It was conditioner.”
Beck cups a hand behind my neck and pulls me into a kiss. When he releases me—leaving me half-stunned—his amber eyes dance.
“You’re so fucking cute.” Then he shucks off his boxers and steps into the shower.
I join him a minute later, and I’m stunned again. Head tipped back, eyes closed against the bliss of the hot water, throat all exposed and sinewed. Rivulets of water slipping over his shoulders, down his chest and abs, and into the wet-darkened thatch of curls around his fully erect cock. Muscled quads and calves…
My God, the man is sexy down to his toes.
I will never stop wanting you.
Of course, his eyes open because I’ve said that out loud without exactly choosing to.
But the way he tugs me under the stream with him, I don’t really mind.
We kiss and caress, and it’s good.
Really good.
But before it can go too far, Beck pulls back and reaches for my shampoo. Without a word, he pops the cap and pours into his palm. And then with his free hand he tips up my chin so my head falls back.
