All In Good Time - A Time Travel Beatles Fanfiction

Track 30 - And From Your Beam You Made My Dream

"I didn't know you'd come back," Lainey said.

Paul brushed the hair back from her face. "Yes you did."

"I haven't been sleeping very well," she admitted.

He laughed softly beside her. "Same."

Their eyes met and held. Lainey curled her hand around his neck, her fingers rubbing his warm skin. She was so close she could count every one of his eyelashes, the tiny freckles across his nose. With her eyes fixed on his, she leaned in, watching his eyes slowly close as she brushed her lips across his. It wasn't exactly a kiss. They were teasing, tasting, breathing each other's air. She could smell his aftershave, a hint of tobacco.

He slowly pulled away. "The thing is, love, once we do it, it becomes a thing, and we won't want to stop. I won't want to stop."

Oh, she thought, faint with love. Oh.

"I know," she whispered.

He tilted his head, eyelids drifting closed, and leaned in to kiss her gently, lips parted. His hand skimmed up her side, stalling just beneath her breast. He sat back. "I shouldn't want this. I went mad all year, thinking of you with some other guy. I'm as gone as I've ever been and it's not from the weed."

She took his hand and placed it over her breast. "There's no one else."

His thumb circled her nipple through the thin fabric of her T-shirt. "You're mine."

Her lungs were so tight it hurt to breathe. "Of course."

"I just want to put my anchor down for a spell, y'know?"

"Welcome home, Sailor," she said, and pulled his mouth to hers.

And then it was Paul pushing forward, harder, and she had to grip the back of his neck to keep herself from falling backwards. He opened his mouth, sucking on her bottom lip, her tongue. His lips moved to her jaw, to the soft skin of her neck. "You taste good everywhere. Just the way I remember."

His hoarse voice in her ear had her practically vibrating. Then he leaned in, opened his mouth on her neck, and pushed his teeth sharply into her.

Lainey squeaked with surprise, her thoughts blurring, everything flashing hot. "That hurt," she whispered. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck. "Do it again."

His chest rumbled against hers with a chuckle. "I want to mark you. I want everyone to know you're mine."

She sat back far enough to grab the hem of her shirt and yank it over her head, letting it fall to the floor behind them. Her fingers began tugging at the buttons of his shirt. He oh so helpfully worked the rest of the buttons free and shrugged it off his shoulders. His gaze fell to her bare breasts. "God, Lainey. I want to put my mouth all over you until you scream for me not to stop."

"Bite me again," she demanded, leaning back against the cushions and pulling him down on top of her.

They landed in a pile of discarded clothes on the living room floor, with the television weatherman in the background warning about a tropical storm brewing in the Caribbean. First, Paul had tried to lead Lainey to the bedroom.

"The floor," Lainey urged. She wanted it intense, hard and rough.

He started to press her back to the floor but she shook her head. This was her rodeo. He complied, rolled over and stroked his hands up and down her back as she climbed over his legs, stretching her body across his. She slid an arm up and around his neck and lowered her mouth to his, and then it was only wet warmth and the feel of skin sliding on skin.