He shook his head. “No. I just hate coffee.” My mouth fell open. “You… what?” Beckett sucked my bottom lip into his mouth, soothing it with his tongue when he released it. “Don’t drink coffee,” he answered matter-of-factly. I sat up and stared down at him. “You don’t drink coffee?” I repeated. He wedged his hands behind his head. “Nope.” “But…” Beckett sat up and laid a hard kiss on my gaping mouth. “I had this gorgeous woman living in my house, and I wanted to do something nice for her. That’s all.”
