His pumps became faster. And he once again found that bundle of nerves between her thighs and stroked her.
Her groans grew wild, her hips moving, pushing back into him, meeting him thrust for thrust.
He trailed his mouth to her ear, nipping it before whispering, “Come for me, Peaches.”
Her entire body tensed, then she broke. Her scream was loud and fierce as it roared through the room. He kept thrusting, moving in and out of her, feeling her walls throb around him. Her body trembled in his arms.
Perfect. Every fucking inch of her.
Three more pumps and he couldn’t hold off any longer. He shattered, shouting her name as he lost any sense of the world around him.
When his thrusts finally slowed, there was only stillness in the room. Neither of them spoke, and they remained exactly as they were, connected in the most intimate way, unmoving for a long minute until Sky pulled away and shifted onto her back.
A slow smile curved her lips. “Hey.”
“Hey, yourself.”
“We had sex.”
He chuckled. “We did.” And now he was praying she wasn’t about to kick him out and tell him it was a mistake or that they couldn’t do it again.
She bit her bottom lip. “I want you. I want to kiss you and touch you. I want you in my life. And that probably makes me really selfish when I likely have someone gunning for me.”
“It doesn’t make you selfish.” He cupped her cheek. “I know that losing Charlie hurt you, but it wasn’t your fault. And nothing is going to happen to me.”
“It could.”
“It won’t. Don’t push me away anymore. Please.”
She met his eyes. “Even if I wanted to, I don’t think I could.”
Thank fuck. He dropped his head and kissed her again, finally feeling a small semblance of peace in knowing that she was finally his.
CHAPTER29
The breeze was cool as it blew between Sky’s fingers. It was a better week. There’d been no more incidents, no more home intruders, and things between her and Becket had been good. Really good. Even though the urge to protect him by pushing him away was still there, the need to keep him close was stronger.
So he’d remained close. Every night for the last week, either he’d been at her house or she’d been at his. He’d been driving her to work, picking her up.
He squeezed her thigh. “Hey. You look deep in your own head.”
She turned from the window to look at him. The long fingers of his other hand curled around the wheel, and the muscles in his arm rippled. But it was the day-old stubble that had her wanting to reach out and touch.
She set her palm over his. “I was just thinking that it’s been a good week.”
“Gooddoesn’t come close to describing it.” He turned his hand and lifted hers to his mouth.
She shuddered at the kiss. But then her mind went to the evening ahead. “I can’t believe my parents are coming to your family dinner. It’s so weird.”
“Why’s it weird?”
“Because it feels like two worlds colliding.” She angled her body toward him. “You know that episode ofSeinfeldwhere Elaine starts hanging out with Susan, George’s girlfriend, and George loses his mind, saying that his two worlds are colliding and he doesn’t like it?”
“I’ve never watchedSeinfeldbefore.”
Her mouth dropped open. “You hate dogs and you’ve never watchedSeinfeld? Do you hate rainbows and ice cream too?”
“Some days.” He grinned at her. “But I like you every day.”
