I closed my eyes and just breathed in and out. “I do forgive you.” And I did. This intense heat filled me. I grew wet between my legs, my entire body lighting up for Beckham. He ran a hand over my back, up and down, slow and easy. But that gentle touch did something wicked to me, had me wanting things I’d only ever dreamed of before, not with anyone but Beckham.
I knew where this was headed, and I wasn’t going to try to rationalize that this might ruin what we were trying to build and accomplish with moving past the… well, the past. I wouldn’t allow myself to be afraid of the “what ifs” anymore.
This felt right, so I was going to jump in head first and see if I landed whole on the other side.
“I love you, Beckham,” I said again and heard him groan.
“Lenora. God. I feel like I’ve hit the jackpot, not just with your forgiveness, but because of everything else. The way you look at me… your love.”
I pulled back and looked into his face. I saw the way he looked at my mouth, could feel his need for me. It was as potent as mine for him.
“It’s always been you for me, Lenora, even if I never said it, even if you never knew.”
My breath caught at his words.
“There was never a moment where my love for you was questioned. Not even when I was a total jackass and said those fucking awful things. Never, baby. Never.” He stroked my cheek with his thumb. “You’re the only one I love, the only one I’ll ever love.” When he lifted his gaze to my eyes, my heart jumped into my throat. “Hell, Lenora, I’ve never even been with a woman, because I only wanted you.”
I didn’t know what to say in that moment, didn’t know how to react.
Beckham was a virgin? Like me? How was that even possible? How could a man so attractive, so sexually potent, be innocent like I was? God, it didn’t seem real, because his reasoning for never having sex was because of… me?
“W-what?” I stuttered that one word out.
In my head, I screamed out for him to kiss me, to hold me, to tell me he loved me over and over again. But I couldn’t find the words.
Beckham moved his thumb along my skin in slow, gentle sweeps. “I’m a virgin, Lenora. No other woman ever interested me. No other woman has ever been able to hold a candle to you.”
“To know you’re mine, that you want me too….” His big body shuddered.
Is this really happening?
My heart was in my throat, and I found myself lifting my arms and curling my hands around his biceps. His flesh was warm, smooth, and I curled my fingers gently into his skin even more. The sleeves of his white T-shirt rose up, and I realized it was because I was slowly inching my hands up.
“I know what I feel for you, what we have had throughout the years, is the realest thing I’ve ever experience, Lenora.” His expression was so intense in that moment. “You’re the realist thing in my life, and I won’t let you go.”
“Be with me, Beckham,” I whispered, those words spilling from me before I could stop them. I felt him playing with the hair by my ear, and chills raced up my spine. I’d thought about this moment plenty of times, fantasized that this would be my reality. I never thought it would ever happen though.
He looked at my mouth again, and I felt the tips of his fingers brush along the side of my neck. Every part of me was on fire. I parted my mouth and sucked in a breath, the act involuntary, unavoidable.
He moved impossibly closer, but I wanted him pressed right up against me, wanted there to be no denying we were here and about to do this.
“Be with you, Lenora?” He swallowed, and I heard how rough it sounded, like he was nervous.
I nodded.
“Are you sure about that, baby?” His voice was whisper-soft.
I looked right into his eyes. “I’ve never been surer of anything in my life, Beckham. Take me to your room.”
Chapter Ten
Beckham
God, I’d never felt such intense emotions as I did right now. It wasn’t even about sex or arousal, or any of those physical sensations racing through my body. It was the fact that this girl, this woman, loved me the same way I loved her. I’d fantasized about this moment plenty of times, but never in my life did I think it could be my reality.
We were in my room now. After she told me those words, I all but lifted her off the ground and carried her here. No, with the door shut and the woman I loved right in front of me, I knew I was never going to let her go.
Not only did Lenora love me the way I loved her, but I could feel what was about to happen. I could sense her arousal for me, her need for me. It matched my own, and mine was pretty fucking intense.
“Lenora,” I groaned. “Baby, I want to kiss you so damn badly.” I hadn’t meant to just blurt that out.
She licked her lips and I held in my groan. “If you don’t, I will.”
My heart hiccuped at her words.
I looked at her pink, full lips and wanted to get lost in the sensation of our mouths pressed together, of my body against hers, of everything I’d ever dreamed about with Lenora coming full circle. I wanted to kiss her until neither one of us could breathe, until we were gasping for air… until she was clutching at me for more.
Something in me broke as I slammed my mouth down on hers, this wild beast inside of me coming free, tearing at the surface.
She gasped against my mouth and held onto me as I fucked her with my tongue and lips, as I devoured her, took her taste into my body. My dick was stiff, hard like steel. I ached for her, to see how tight and wet she was, to feel how hot she was.
She wound her arms around my neck and rose on her toes so she was totally flush with me. My cock jerked behind my jeans, but I wanted more. So much more. Lenora dug her nails into my nape, and I hissed out in pleasure and pain. I wanted more of that.
“I need you so fucking badly,” I said. I walked her backward until the bed stopped our movements. I tangled my hands around her hair, tugging at the strands, tilting her head back slightly. And as I kissed her over and over again, I felt high, drunk… dazed.
“Don’t stop,” Lenora gasped against my mouth.
“Never,” I promised. I thrust my tongue into her mouth, this guttural sound leaving me. I used my other hand to span her lower back, pulling her even closer so she could see how hard she made me.
I stroked my tongue along hers and then pulled hers deeper into my mouth. I found myself pressing my dick against her belly, humping her, thrusting my aching cock back and forth to relieve some of the pressure. I pulled back only long enough to groan, “No other guy will touch you, Lenora.” I stared into her eyes until she nodded, agreeing with me. “There’s no way I could stand any other asshole even looking at you with desire.”
“Good,” she whispered, her lips red and glossy from my kiss. “Because I’ve never wanted anyone but you.”
I crushed her to me again, speared both my hands into her hair, and kissed her until we were both gasping for air, until the wet, sloppy, and sexual sounds of us making out surrounded us.
I mouth fucked her.
She arched into me, her breasts pressing into my chest, letting me feel how hard her nipples were. Damn, I wanted her naked, wanted her bare chest right up against mine. My cock jerked again like a motherfucker at that thought.