Before she could point out the man’s double entendre—or inquire about his “first time” comment—she found herself lying flat on her back against the mattress. As for Beckett, well…
He deftly began removing his boots and socks before finishing the job she’d started with his boxers and jeans. Evie lay still in the center of the bed, soaking in the magnificent view.
Beckett reached for her, dipping his fingers between her hips and the waist of her leggings. Not bothering to play coy, she lifted her lower body from the mattress with a smile.
The leggings went first, immediately followed by her white lace panties. Letting the clothing fall near his feet, he positioned himself between her slightly splayed feet. And when Evie looked deep into his heated gaze, she found him staring down at her as if she was the most desirable woman in existence.
“Remember that payback I mentioned earlier?” His fingers caressed her ankles as he spoke.
“Go ahead and do your worst.” Evie stretched her arms up high above her head, letting her hands rest loosely on the covers. “I’m not scared.”
A slow, deliciously evil grin lifted one corner of his mouth as he rumbled back, “You should be.”
Without warning, he used the grip on her ankles to slide her entire body closer to his. Beckett positioned himself between herlegs as they dangled over the mattress’s edge. And then, as he stared down at her as if he were a starving man preparing to feast, he dropped to his knees and brought his mouth to her sex.
Passion and lust took hold as Evie’s head flew back, and her eyes fell shut. She reached blindly between her legs, hungrily raking her fingers through Beckett’s short, dark hair.
The man’s primitive growl vibrated against her as his lips pressed against her very core. Time around them stood still, and she felt an almost euphoric high as she lost herself in the pleasure he so selflessly gave.
Her lower body lifted of its own accord, as if instinctively searching for more. More of his tender, bearded lips. His masterful tongue. His…Oh, God!…his fingers.
She moaned and writhed beneath his erotic musings as Beckett licked and laved her sensitive, swollen sex. At the same time, he thrust a slow, steady finger in and out of her welcoming heat.
Every move he made brought her closer to Heaven, and Evie knew it wouldn’t be much longer. And when he brought his mouth higher and began pleasuring her clit, it was only a matter of time…
“Ah!” Evie cried out, her fingers gripping his hair tightly as the tip of Beckett’s tongue flicked her swollen bundle of nerves.
Her body trembled uncontrollably beneath his incredible touch. As the insurmountable pressure continued to build, Evie felt as though she were drowning in a sea of wanton pleasure.
There was only one lifeline she could throw. Only one man who was capable of saving her. But she feared if he didn’t get her there soon, she may not be able to survive.
“Please,” she begged him shamelessly. “I need…”
Her breaths came faster and with more force.
“Hold on tight, darlin’,” Beckett rumbled from his kneeling position between her splayed thighs. “I know exactly what you need.”
And in the span of the next few seconds, her real-life hero proved he was a man of his word.
He added a second finger. Pressed his tongue harder against her clit. Beckett’s hand moved faster, his fingers curling inside her with expert precision, and when he pulled her sensitive bundle between his lips and began to suck?—
“Beckett!”
His name echoed throughout the entire hotel suite as Evie came longer and harder than she ever had before. A low, almost carnal keening sound echoed through her ears, and it took her a moment to realize it was coming from her.
“There ya go, sweetheart,” Beckett drawled as his fingers continued to pump. “Just let it all go…”
And let go, she did.
Her fingers clutched the hair still filling her fists as her entire body arched high off the bed. Wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her before she finally felt herself feathering back down to earth.
By the time she managed to reopen her eyes, Beckett was back on his feet with a smug smile on his face and a foil wrapper in his hand.
When did he have time to?—
He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. “Ready for more?” he whispered low.
She may not survive it, but oh yeah. She was definitely ready.