Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 31927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 160(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 160(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
She melts under my hands, going soft and boneless as I kiss her like I’m staking my fucking claim. Her nails curl into my shirt, and she moans for me, dragging my control to the absolute edge. Jesus, I want her. I want to devour every inch of her, make her forget her own damn name.
Mr. Snugglebutt lets out a low growl, but I ignore the psycho cat. Right now, my girl is all I care about.
Elsie arches against me, her tits pressed hard to my chest and her thigh sliding over mine. My cock throbs behind my zipper, desperate for friction. I palm the nape of her neck and tilt her head back, deepening the kiss until she gasps my name.
Fuck yes.
Her tongue tangles with mine, hot and wild, and I groan into her mouth and slide my hand down her back, grabbing a handful of her ass and pulling her flush against me. She shudders as I palm that perfect, round handful, and a desperate noise tumbles out of her throat. God, she’s so fucking soft. I want to eat her alive.
She claws at my shirt like she needs to anchor herself or she’ll fall apart. Hell, maybe I want her to completely lose it for me. The kiss gets rougher, hungrier, and there’s no way I’m letting her pull away now. Not with the way her curves melt against me, all needy and sweet and greedy for more.
“Fuck,” I growl into her mouth, my voice a strained, filthy rasp. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
Her only answer is to rock her hips against mine, grinding down until my cock is throbbing so hard, I see stars. My hands roam over every inch of her, memorizing every curve through the thin barrier of her leggings, and holy fuck, I want to rip them off her and bury my face between her thighs until she’s screaming my name. My hands are shaking as I slide them up her hips, loving the way she trembles for me, the way her body arches when I squeeze her soft ass and yank her tighter against my cock.
She moans again, desperate and needy, and it’s all I can do not to lose my goddamn mind right here on her couch.
CHAPTER SIX
ELSIE
Beckett’s hands grip my ass like he’s staking a claim—rough, hungry, and absolutely locked in. His mouth takes mine, hard and deep. Forget control. Forget composure. All I know is I want him, right here, right now, and nothing in the world is going to stand in my way.
His fingers trace up my back, big palms pressing me closer, until there’s not a fraction of space left between us. I’m barely breathing as my insides melt into a messy, desperate puddle of goo. My legs tangle with his on the couch, and I can’t get enough.
His lips leave mine for a second, and I just about launch myself off the couch from the loss of contact, but then he’s grabbing my face, hands warm and strong, thumbs stroking across my cheeks like I’m breakable or precious or both. I shudder, my heart slamming against my ribs.
“Jesus, Elsie,” Beckett mutters, voice all wrecked and low, “You drive me fucking crazy.”
I can’t even start to process that, because his mouth is on mine again, softer now but still wild underneath, like he’s barely containing himself. His tongue teases my bottom lip, and holy hell, I lose my mind. My hands lock around his shoulders, digging into hard muscle. He’s built like a damn superhero, broad and unyielding, but the way he cups my jaw is gentle. Like I’m the most important thing in the universe.
I arch into him, craving more contact, more heat, more everything. My skin is on fire. It’s like he flipped a switch, and every nerve ending in my body is scrambling to get to the surface.
Beckett’s breath brushes my ear, scorching hot and ragged as his hands slide down to the curve of my waist, anchoring me against him as he kisses me senseless.
But then his lips trail down, dragging a line of open-mouthed kisses along my jaw, and when his stubble rasps against my skin, I nearly combust. Holy hell, the friction is everything. Every soft scrape is a jolt of pure electricity, causing my lady parts to wake up and tingle. I tip my head back, shameless about giving him access to my neck, and he doesn’t waste a second. He finds the sweet spot just below my ear, licks it, then bites down gently.
“Beckett!” His name comes out as a gasp, a plea, a full-bodied surrender.
His grip tightens, like he’s the only thing keeping me upright. Maybe he is. I’ve never felt this greedy, this needy, in my entire life. Not once.
He kisses a path down the side of my throat, dragging his teeth just hard enough to make me shiver. My hands are useless now, just tangled in the cotton of his shirt, desperate for more skin. I want to feel him, not just through my clothes, but everywhere. I want the sensation of his heat pressed to mine with no barriers between us.