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I reach out and grab a fistful of his shirt, attempting to pull him toward me but pulling myself forward instead. My chest hits his, our wine sloshing over the glasses, but I don’t care. I kiss him hard and deep.
“Fuck me, baby. You really love taking me by surprise, don’t you?”
“Sorry.” I blush, placing my glass on the counter and reaching for a towel to clean up the mess I made.
Beckham grabs the towel from my hand and tosses it aside. His hands go to my waist and he hoists me onto the counter with almost zero effort.
“Don’t ever apologize for taking what you want.”
His hands are back in my hair, mine gripping his shirt. We’re all lips and tongues and frenzied passion like we both can’t get enough. Like we know there’s an expiration date on us.
“You drive me crazy,” I murmur against his lips, my confession slipping out. I’ve tried my hardest not to reveal to him that this isn’t just lust. It’s deeper. There are feelings brewing, but I can’t risk admitting it because I know it will be the final nail in the coffin if I do.
“It’s just money and power, baby,” he teases, dragging his tongue down my neck as his hands find my breasts.
“It’s more than that,” I say, bringing my hands up to his face. His eyes scan mine.
“What is it then?”
“You.” We stare at each other before I continue. I search his face for signs that he’s not interested in talking, but they’re not there. His eyes are asking me to continue so I do. “You’re charming and sexy, obviously, but you’re also compassionate and caring; you’re kind and take the time to be interested in people. And yes, the way you command a room or situation is a huge turn-on. I love that you’re willing to walk away from something that could net you millions if it means doing the right thing.”
I wait for him to crack a joke out of discomfort or make a sexual remark to bring it back to the foundation of our relationship, but he does neither.
“You’re not like anyone I’ve ever met.” He rests his forehead against mine and it’s a moment of intense vulnerability for both of us. “You don’t give a fuck about the money or cars or what your wealth can get you, do you?”
I shake my head no.
“Sometimes I wonder…” His words trail off as he gets lost in thought.
I want to ask him to continue but I’m afraid it will break the spell. He stands between my thighs, staring at me, searching for something, but I don’t know what. His hands and eyes both drop down to my waist, his fingers encircling me as his thumbs rub back and forth over my lower belly.
“You are so beautiful, so perfect.” His words are a whisper. He’s clearly lost in another world. I want to ask him if something happened between him and my dad or what else is on his mind that’s making him so confused, but instead, I reach out and cup his cheeks, making him look at me.
“Take me to bed, Mr. Archer.”
I don’t have to tell him twice. He slides me off the counter, my legs wrapping around his waist as he walks us down the hall to my bedroom, but he’s impatient. He stops halfway down the hall, pressing me against the wall as he pulls at my blouse, popping a few buttons off in the process.
“I’ll buy you a new one,” he says against my neck as he trails his warm tongue down my neck to my breasts. He bites the top of my breasts, his one hand reaching up to pull down the cups of my bra as he thrusts himself against me to keep me pinned in place. “I’ll buy you whatever you want; just never take this from me.”
An alarm bell goes off in my head. I know I should stop this right now, but I don’t want to.
He knows the money means nothing to me; he knows that it would never keep me, but if I had to guess, it’s the only version of intimacy or feelings that he’s known in his relationships.
“I can’t get enough,” he murmurs, kissing and biting my nipples. His hand slides up my neck to grip my jaw from the underside, tilting my head back and upward to give him better access.
“I need more,” I groan as he releases my face and looks up at me, his eyes burning with desire. He pulls me from the wall and slides me down his body, walking us the rest of the way to my room.
The room is only illuminated by moonlight and the single streetlight that shines through my window.
“Come here.” He grabs my hand, pulling me back to him the moment we cross the threshold. His hands are back in my hair, his lips on mine as he kisses me like it’s going to be the last time.
Gone is the filthy-talking, dominant businessman, replaced with passion, need, and longing. He unbuttons the rest of my blouse, sliding it down my arms without breaking our kiss. Next, he reaches around and unhooks my bra, letting it to fall to the floor. He kisses each bare breast, his hands reaching down to unzip my skirt, sliding it and my panties down my thighs so that I’m left standing before him fully naked.
He kicks my clothes to the side, taking a seat on the edge of my bed to look at me. I feel awkward for a second, standing there naked, neither of us talking, but the way he’s looking at me suddenly makes me feel confident, sexy.
“What’s on your mind?” I finally ask as I step closer to him and run my hands through his silky locks.
He smirks. “You.”
