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)
His scent floods my senses—cedar, spice, and something uniquely Beckett, sharp and masculine. All my focus is on Beckett and the way his tongue flicks out to tease the hollow of my neck.
Any hope of keeping things slow and casual has been thrown off the balcony. “Please,” I whisper, arching into his kiss, “I want you.”
Beckett pauses, lips warm against my skin. His breath stutters, and for a second, it feels like the world stops spinning.
“You sure?” He drags his mouth back up to my ear, voice thick and barely controlled.
I don’t hesitate. I’m not that girl tonight. I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anything.
I reach for his collar and haul him up to meet my eyes, pinning him with every ounce of courage I have left. “Seriously. No games. I want you.” My voice doesn’t even sound like me.
His eyes darken, pupils blown wide, and he lets out this rough, hungry sound that goes straight to my core. “If we do this,” he grits, “I’m keeping you forever.”
I swear my ovaries just exploded.
“Good,” I whisper, practically vibrating. “Forever sounds great—”
I don’t even get the whole sentence out before he’s on me again, kissing me so deeply I see stars. I can’t think. Hell, I can barely breathe as Beckett shoves up to his feet and lifts me right off the couch, hauling me against him like I weigh nothing. My legs wrap around his waist as he grips my hips, fingers digging in just enough to send a bolt of pure want right through me. “You belong to me now,” he growls, voice thick and ragged as he pins me tighter, and holy hell, I light up from the inside out. He kisses me like he’s starving, and I know I’m completely lost.
He carries me straight to the bedroom like it’s nothing, his hands digging into my ass, his mouth devouring mine every step of the way. There’s nothing gentle about the way he touches me now, and honestly? I love it. I want it rough. I want to feel him everywhere, all at once, until I can’t remember my own name.
We hit the closed door, and Beckett shoves it open with his shoulder, never breaking the kiss, never letting me take even a single breath that isn’t filled by him. My back slams against the wall, and he pins me there, his body hot as a furnace, his cock pressing right up against me, thick and hot through our clothes.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” His voice is all gravel and sex and pure, desperate need.
I can’t even form words. My hands are in his hair, yanking him closer, and I’m grinding my hips against him because I need him so bad.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Elsie. I’ve wanted you since the second I saw you.”
My brain completely short-circuits, and my body buzzes as a million volts of energy surge through me. The only thing that matters is the solid, unyielding man caging me in.
I manage to string together a few words, though it takes most of my brainpower. “Clothes off. Now.” Wow. So eloquent, Elsie.
He chuckles, the sound hot and wicked. “Bossy. I like it.”
I fumble for the hem of his shirt, dragging it up, desperate for more skin. He helps, muscles flexing in his arms as he yanks it over his head and tosses it somewhere behind him. For a split second, I just stare.
Holy mother of God. This man is a walking orgasm.
His chest is broad, covered in a light dusting of dark hair, with a tattoo sprawled across his bicep and part of his chest. Holy hell, I want to lick it. My mouth actually waters. Beckett is the hottest man I’ve ever seen in my entire life, and he’s here, in my bedroom, looking at me like I’m his last meal.
“Your turn.” He grins, all wolfish and wild.
I don’t even pretend to hesitate. My sweatshirt is gone in half a second, hair flying everywhere, and I nearly get stuck in the sleeve, but it’s worth it for the way his eyes go molten. He stares at my boobs like he’s been starving for years and just discovered there’s an all-you-can-eat buffet.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he rasps, voice so guttural it barely sounds human.
I can’t stop my own hands from shaking as I peel off my leggings, leaving me in plain black panties and a sports bra that suddenly feels like a medieval torture device. I want him naked. I want his mouth on my skin and his hands everywhere, and holy hell, I want him inside me so bad I’m actually shaking.
Beckett’s gaze is pure hunger, so intense my knees threaten to buckle. “You want my hands on you, sweetheart?”
“God, yes.” I barely recognize my own voice. “Please.”
He stalks closer, those big hands landing on my hips, and in one smooth motion, he peels my sports bra up and over my head. The elastic snaps free, launching my boobs right into his palms, and he groans.