“I’m going to come,” he said, dipping his head for a taste of her breast. “I can’t hold back.”
She answered by digging her nails into his butt and urging him on with a passion to match his own. They raced to the end, and when they both came, Beck, literally saw stars. He emptied himself and looked up at the ceiling, blinking away the red haze that had overtaken him. Then he collapsed and pulled her with him, burying his head in the side of her neck.
“That was…” He struggled for air.
“I know,” she murmured.
Jingle began to meow and jump up at the side of the bed, and he cursed, looking over his shoulder. “Forgot to close the door.” He rolled off the bed and padded through to the bathroom, where he took care of the condom and then locked his little buddy in the mudroom. He felt bad, but not bad enough that he wanted the kitten watching him and Sid have sex, or to listen to her meowing her fool head off wanting up on the bed.
He went to the kitchen and grabbed two beers from the fridge and the last bag of plain chips from his cupboard.
When he returned to his bedroom, Sid was sitting with the blankets pulled over her breasts. He held up the chips and beer. “It’s not much, but it’s all I got.”
He slid in beside her and handed her one of the cans.
“Well, this is a first,” she said with a giggle. “Beer and chips in bed.”
“I’m not fancy, that’s for sure.”
“Fancy is overrated.” She glanced his way. “Tell me something about yourself.”
He chuckled. “We’re playing this game again, are we?”
“It’s a good way to get to know each other.” She paused. “Your name, for instance.”
“What about it?”
She swallowed a chip and took a sip of beer. “It’s unusual. I don’t think I’ve ever heard the name before.”
“Here’s the thing,” he replied. “Beck is an old name in the family on my mother’s side. He was her great-uncle and more like a father to her. So you could say my name was preordained. I could have been born a girl and I think she still would have named me Beckworth.”
“Beckworth?” Her right eyebrow rose.
“Mouthful, right?”
She laughed, and he liked the sound of it. Maybe a little too much, but right now, he wasn’t going to dwell on that. She dipped the can back and finished it on one long draw.
“Impressive,” Beck said, finishing his own.
“Well, I’m recharged and ready.”
“For what, exactly?” But she was already tossing aside the covers, and he reached for her.
“For the next time, remember?” Sid nipped at his neck and bent close to his ear. “You said it would last longer, and I’m going to hold you to that.”
“That sounds like a challenge.”
“Call it whatever you want.”
It was definitely a challenge, and Beck was up for it. He went slower and longer, and then he did it all over again. And when he finally fell away from her, exhausted, he drifted off to sleep, and in the night, his arms reached for Sidney. He didn’t know it yet, but he’d remember this moment later. The feel of it. The rightness to it.
He’d remember and wonder why he let it slip away.
Chapter Fourteen
Sidney’s eyes slowly opened. At first, she didn’t know where she was because the room was dark, though she noticed a sliver of light that fell from underneath the shades covering the window. Then she noticed something heavy across her leg, and that something heavy was attached to a male body snuggled up behind her. At just about the time she noticed the leg, she remembered exactly where she was.
Holy hell. She slammed her eyes shut and replayed the high points of last night.