Which was when things got a whole lot worse, because now I was pressed against Beck’s nearly naked body. His bare skin was warm, his muscled pecs molded to my chest.
And oh my god… he had a raging hard-on, his dick pressed into my stomach as he stared at me with an expression of concern and something too close to hunger to be called anything else.
“I’m… I’m fine.” I was breathless. And not from the fall.
He ran his hands down my arms but it was impossible to tell whether he was checking me for damage or if he just wanted to touch me, and it was equally impossible to tell which one had my vote.
“I’m sorry.” Wait… he sounded a little breathless too. And I was pretty sure a guy in Beck’s shape didn’t get breathless from vacuuming. "I should have moved the cord when I started on the parlor.”
“It’s okay.”Push him away, Avery.Or step away. Something. Literally anything to keep yourself from banging Beck right in the entryway of Aunt Evelyn’s house.“I wasn’t watching where I was going. You’re… in your underwear.”
Shit. I hadn’t meant to mention that part.
His mouth quirked up in a lopsided smile, his adorable dimples denting his cheeks. “Is that why you were distracted?”
His voice was low and suggestive, his hard-on still pressed into my stomach.
“No.” I didn’t sound convincing even to myself. “But why are you vacuuming in your underwear?”
He still had his arms on my shoulders, but there was no reason I couldn’t just step away. No reason we were still standing so close except that… we wanted to?
Iwanted to?
“I don’t like to get the dust on my clothes.” It was such a mundane sentence, but his gaze was locked on mine, the heat of his body seeping through my skin, making me feel warm in places I hadn’t known existed. “But I can wear clothes when I clean if you prefer.”
Were we still talking about clothes? It felt like we weren’t still talking about clothes.
I swallowed, the angel in my brain screaming at me to put distance between us while the devil in my body egged me on, daring me to wrap my arms around his neck, to press my body even more tightly against his, slide my tongue into his mouth.
“It’s okay.”
He slid one hand up my neck and cradled my head, his fingers slipping into my hair while he stroked my cheek with his thumb. “Are you saying that to be nice or because you just like seeing me in my underwear?”
“You should just…” I closed my eyes almost against my will, the slow stroke of his thumb sending me into some kind of trance where all I could think about was getting more of his hands on my body. “… do whatever makes you most comfortable.”
My eyes fluttered open as I felt him lean in, felt the whisper of his breath on my neck.
“What makes you most comfortable?” He pressed his lips to the skin behind my ear and a sigh escaped my mouth. “This?”
“That’s… nice.” It was more than nice. It was like crack laced with heroine laced with Beck’s oatmeal chocolate chip cookies: addicting, all-consuming, delicious.
“What about this?” His nose grazed my neck as he kissed my jaw.
“That’s… also nice.” I sounded like I’d just run a marathon when in reality I’d done nothing but stand stock-still for the last three minutes.
“And this?” He placed a tender kiss at the corner of my mouth.
I thought I was going to die from the tortuous pleasure of it all. “Um… very nice?”
A dirty chuckle erupted from his mouth and the vibration of it traveled through my chest, into my stomach, between my thighs.
He stared into my eyes for a long moment before bending his head to mine.
I sank against him as he captured my mouth. His lips were shockingly soft, his hand firm at the back of my head, and I moaned as he slipped his tongue into my mouth.
Kissing Beck was like sinking into a cozy chair next to a warm fire. He swept my mouth in long strokes, his hand still on my face as he explored my mouth like we had all the time in the world.
But it didn’t take long for the warm fire to turn into an inferno. He angled his head to take the kiss deeper, and then he was consuming me and my armsweresliding around his neck and Iwaspressed more tightly against his body.