“Mmm,” I moaned into his mouth. I could feel Beckett grin and I knew he liked the noises I was making. Which was good because I was vocal when I felt the girlie bits start to tingle apparently.

“You taste incredible,” he murmured, kissing the side of my neck.

“I was worried that I tasted like onions. I should have thought about that when I ordered dinner.” Even with the tingly girlie bits, my mouth spewed all sorts of nonsense.

Beckett’s tongue touched the sensitive skin on the underside of my jaw and I quivered. I honest to god quivered from my head to my toes.

He ran a line from my up to my ear, sucking the lobe into his mouth and biting down. But it didn’t hurt. Not at all.

“Mmm,” I moaned again, louder this time.

“You taste perfect. I can’t get enough of you,” Beckett rasped, and I was pretty sure I was going to melt into a puddle of lady juice onto his floor.

“Well, stop licking me and kiss me again, damn it,” I demanded. Beckett chuckled, working his way ever so slowly back to my mouth.

“I like it when you get cranky.” And then he was kissing me again.

Beckett started backing up, taking me with him, never breaking the kiss. When he hit the couch with the backs of his legs, he sat down, pulling me down on top of him so that I straddled his lap.

Oh. This was interesting.

His arms wrapped around me, his hands going up into my hair. I felt him hard beneath me and I couldn’t help grinding against him.

It was Beckett’s turn to moan and it drove me completely wild. Things got heated really fast after that.

We were kissing so hard, so deep that I felt dizzy. Then he broke away and started kissing a line from my mouth down my neck again. Sucking, licking. Tasting me like I was a freaking lollipop.

It was unbelievable.

“Oh my god,” I moaned as he started to rock his hips against mine. The girlie bits were on fire. I was wet and aching and damn sure we were wearing way too many clothes.

“Keep doing that,” I rasped, pushing myself down onto his crotch. I wanted to ride him like a bucking bronco. My inner cowgirl was ready to come out and play.

I was Corin, Wanton Dry Humping Goddess!

Beckett lifted me up off his lap and I whimpered. Hadn’t I made it obvious that I really liked that? Did I need to be more vocal? I thought I had been quite clear. What part of keep doing that had he not understood?

He laid me on my back and positioned himself between my thighs, bringing my legs up so they wrapped around his waist. He pulled the top of my shirt down so that he exposed my very pretty bra.

I was extremely proud of my pretty underthings. I was glad they weren’t going to waste.

Beckett was still kissing me and now his hands were squeezing my breasts. Fucking hell, that felt good!

“Come on, baby. Squeeze those suckers like a stress ball,” I groaned.

Cue the inner face palm.

But Beckett didn’t laugh. He seemed to be way past all that. He was entirely focused on the Corin goods. “Yes ma’am,” he panted, squeezing my boobs harder before tweaking my nipples.

“Whoa!” I screamed, arching my back off the couch.

“Too much?” Beckett asked, looking worried. His face was flushed and his chest was heaving.

He was the hottest man I had ever seen in my entire life.

And he had an erection because of me!

That was a powerful realization.

I pulled him back down and wiggled my chest. “It was just right,” I hummed, licking my lips.

Beckett didn’t need any more encouragement. He attacked my mouth again, both hands on my breasts. Then he was rocking against me. It was full on grinding. We were totally having sex. But with our clothes on.

“I told you it was a euphemism,” I said against his mouth.

“Stop talking about euphemisms,” Beckett shot back, pinching my nipple again. I yelped but then I started purring like Mr. Bingley when I scratched behind his ear. Because whatever Beckett was doing with his hands and my boobs was really, really nice.

We could have gone on like that indefinitely. Dry humping and groping and kissing like mad.

But then Beckett pulled away, sitting up and repositioning his crotch. “What are you doing?” I whined. I was enjoying that. A lot.

“I told you that I didn’t bring you up here for sex,” he explained.

“So?” I sounded petulant. Well, I was feeling petulant! I wanted his hands back on my breasts!

“This is our first date, Corin. I don’t want you to think that’s why I asked you out.”

Stupid chivalry. I thought it was dead, damn it!

I let out a sigh and fixed my shirt and straightened my ponytail. My lips felt swollen, which actually felt nice. Like a trophy from a hot make-out session.

“So do you want to watch a movie?”

“If we have to,” I pouted. Beckett laughed, kissing me again, and got up to put something on.

I don’t remember what movie we ended up watching.

Because I got my way in the end. Beckett lasted a whole twenty minutes before his tongue was down my throat and his hands were up my shirt.

And this girl got some boob action.

It was the best first date ever.

Chapter 15

Beckett

I held my phone in my hand, wanting to call her.

Would that be too pushy?

Was I being desperate?

Probably. I had become a giant pile of vagina where Corin Thompson was concerned.

“Man, seriously, either make a call or put the thing away.” Aaron and Bryan had talked me into going with them to the park. I hadn’t wanted to, knowing how much it sucked the last time I had gone, only to sit on the sidelines watching everyone else do something I used to love.

“Shut up. Just give me a minute.”

I dialed her number and held it to my ear, trying to be cool. Trying being the operative word.

“Wow, texting and calling. To what do I owe the honor?” Corin said by way of greeting.

“Keeping tabs, are you?” I joked in return.

“I’m not the one with the stalker tendencies,” she teased, and I could hear some noise in the background.

“I know you’re at the shop, I just wanted to call and tell you again that I had a great time last night.”

“Me too. A lot more than I thought I would,” she admitted, and I laughed.

“Did you think it would suck? Why in the world would you agree to a date if you thought it was going to blow?”

“Eh, I wanted to put you out of your misery.”

“Beck, hurry up! The guys are here!” Bryan yelled, and I flipped him off.

“It sounds like your presence is being requested.”

“They can wait,” I muttered.

“I feel special,” Corin remarked.

“You are.” I couldn’t help being a total sap with her. It made my teeth hurt but the cheesy romantic lines just sort of slipped out. I was never like this with Sierra. Not in the almost two years of being together.

“I think I threw up in my mouth a little, Beckett.”

“You love it, don’t pretend otherwise.” I enjoyed our banter. It kept me on my toes. Corin wasn’t like other girls with flirty eyes and fake giggles.

I had a feeling she didn’t even know how to be that way.

“There was another reason I called,” I began, waving Aaron away when I saw him approach. He grabbed his crotch and stuck out his tongue. My friends were really mature.

“Oh yeah? Well, don’t leave me in suspense here,” she said.

“Candace called to tell me Geoffery’s service is tomorrow evening. Do you want to go over together?”