to live for the hope of it all.

Chapter 86

August 20th, 2024

"And we kept everything professional,
But something's changed, it's something I, I like... "

Bailey

I am so in love with Beckett Davis.

If I was in the right mind, I could almost laugh at how adorable it is that he's restraining from fully giving into this moment. But I'm not in the right mind, and I don't want him to restrain from me.

It's all so Beckett, he's been respectful this entire time. And even that way, he's been setting me on fire. Having his weight on top of me, skin to skin, if I wasn't grounded to the bed by him, I would be floating away.

Knowing, and feeling how affected he is by this is only making me want it more. I like that he is just as affected by me as I am to him. But I also feel overly exposed, and my confidence was slipping just a bit. And then his lips latched onto the skin of my breasts, and I couldn't focus on anything other than that feeling alone.

It felt so good, and adding that to the heat of the moment had my stomach filling with warmth. So I couldn't stop my hips from seeking out his, and I loved the groans he was letting out. Beckett was just as lost in this feeling as I was, but I still wanted more.

I wanted him.

So I trailed my hands down his front, pausing momentarily to feel the flex of his abs, and then stopping at his belt. My hands fumbled with the belt for a moment, and Beckett pressed his head further into my shoulder as his hips ground into mine again.

"Are you sure, Bailey?" He asked breathily, but his expression was hopeful, and his eyes were that dark stormy gray I loved.

Not being able to form words, I nodded my head frantically before unbuttoning his jeans to push them down. Beckett swallowed a lump in his throat, and then my attention was on his Adam's apple as it bobbed. His own hands reached for his jeans to pull them off, and I pressed my lips to the column of his throat.

He's so warm.

Pinewood and vanilla.

And then Beckett was pressing against me in the best way, and I sighed in frustration at my leggings separating his legs from mine.

"What is it?" he urged, but I held him to me when he tried to pull back. "We can stop here, Bailey. Just tell me."

"I don't want to stop," I said restlessly. I don't feel like we're close enough, or that I'm holding him close enough to me, and his hands haven't moved from my waist. "I want to take my leggings off too."

"I can help you," he smiled, and I felt some of my frustration ease away at the sight of his dimple.

Beckett's hands grazed my hips before slowly his fingers dipped into the waistband of my leggings, and his eyes met mine in silent permission. I nodded slowly, trying to control my heated cheeks and racing pulse, and then I lifted my hips a bit to help him. He took his time, and I watched as his jaw tensed when they were completely off. Then I gave myself an imaginary pat on the back for wearing a good pair of underwear today. This pair was black, and the material was thin so it wouldn't show through my leggings.

Beckett took it all in, and I was growing more flustered by the second from his heated gaze. When he finally snapped out of his trance, he moved to hover over me again before pressing his lips to mine.

But again, his restraint keeps him from touching me any lower than my waist. His hands keep moving up and down my back, but it's not enough.

So when his lips find my collarbone again, which I'm discovering is my new favorite spot for him to kiss, I grab his hand before guiding it palm down on the outside of my thigh.