Free Coming Home to You (The Rockport Beach Series Book 1) by Claire Raye Page A

memory
ignites instantly not letting me forget what happened in this exact room.
    Our naked bodies, hot and writhing, under
the sheets of the bed. Beck on top of me, thrusting hard and fast, as I called
out his name, coming over and over, my hips meeting his every move. He
worshiped my body, tasting every inch of me; his tongue inside me, telling me
he’d never tasted anything sweeter. I was so turned on by him, by his words; by
the way he made my body feel. That was the first time he came inside me without
a condom. There was something so dirty and so forbidden about it, yet it felt
so right. To this day, he’s the only guy to have ever claimed me in that way
and I intend to keep it that way. He still owns every piece of me. I can’t seem
to let go.
    “Kelsey.” I hear Beck say and I exhale
hard, trying to forget the picture I have in my mind.
    “Yeah, what?” I ask, but it comes out
breathless and far too needy.
    Beck laughs, and I know he’s thinking about
the same thing.
    “It was pretty fucking awesome,” he says
winking at me. “You were a fucking vixen in the sack, Kels.”
    I blush and look away from him. I don’t
know why I’m embarrassed, he’s seen me naked more times than I can even count.
When I look back up, he’s standing in front of me and he roughly takes my head
in his hand. Gripping it, he pulls it to the side, exposing my neck and making
me gasp out loud.
    He runs his lips along my neck, stopping at
my ear, he whispers, “I couldn’t believe you let me come inside you. I’ve never
been as hard as I was that day.” My breath catches and I moan at his words. I
loved it back then when he’d talk dirty to me and now it has my body reeling
and ready to relive this memory. “I even went home and jacked off thinking
about the fact that you were walking around with my come inside you.”
    “Beck,” I whimper.
    “What, baby?” he says as he runs his hand
up the inside of my thigh, his fingers brushing the wetness in my panties.
    “Don’t you have some place you need to be?”
I ask trying to slow things down, trying to get control of the situation.
    “Oh Kelsey, you know exactly where I need
to be,” he says grabbing my breast through my shirt and squeezing until I toss
my head back. “I need to be in your pants.”
    Just as I’m about to give in, I hear
someone clear their throat in the doorway to the room and I’m back to being as
professional as you can be with a flushed face and someone groping your tits.
    “There’s a delivery at the desk for you.
Said you need to sign for it,” the day manager says, but she looks terribly
uncomfortable with what she’s just interrupted.
    “Thank you. I’ll be right there,” I say
quickly, and she runs off without another word. I smooth my skirt and pull my
hair out of the knot before turning to Beck who has a shit-eating grin on his
face.
    I throw a pillow at him and tell him to
finish up the room. I see him adjust himself and run his hands through his
hair. I’m glad I’m not the only one who’s all hot and bothered by that little
stroll down memory lane. But I am glad that it was stopped before it went too
far. I’m not ready to open myself up to everything that comes with having sex
with Beck again.

 
    The UPS man is waiting at the desk when I
finally get back there. He hands me a package, I sign for it, and we make small
talk for a bit before he leaves. He’s at the inn making deliveries pretty
regularly, so it never crossed my mind to ask who the package came from, but
when I open it, I know exactly who sent it.
    In the box, is a dead squirrel with a note
that reads: “A gift for Bella. Maybe next time she’ll be in the house when I
come back.”
    I drop the box on the desk, my hands
shaking and my legs weak as I call Beck’s name and within seconds he’s next to
me.
    “Fucking hell,” he mutters when he looks
down at the box. I grab hold of his shirt and he wraps his arms around me. The
fear returns, but in this moment