The throbbing in her core intensified, beating through her belly. She craved this man. She craved to be touched and kissed andlovedby him.
Like he heard her thoughts, he released her nipple and trailed kisses down her belly then her hip bone. When he hovered over the apex between her thighs, the air in her lungs stalled.
He parted her thighs, wrapping his thick arms around them, and lowered his head. Then his tongue ran over her clit, and her entire body jolted. He did it again, but this time he placed a hand over her belly, keeping her exactly where he wanted her.
Every time he licked and tasted her, the room hazed and swirled. She fisted the bed sheets as he played with her, the need and desire building, making herachefor him.
When Becket wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked, she almost toppled over the edge. Desperately, she grabbed at his arms, tugging him up. He rose, only to crash his lips back to hers. The kiss was hungry and raw. It was a collision of mouth against mouth, tongue against tongue.
She reached between them, popping the button of his jeans, then lowering the zipper. She reached inside his briefs and wrapped her fingers around his cock. The shift in him was immediate. His muscles tensed, a new stillness taking over his limbs.
She started to explore, moving her palm over his length. When she reached his tip, she rolled her thumb over him.
He hung his head, and the growl that escaped his chest was primal. “Sky…you’re killing me.”
The warmth of his breath whispering over her skin sent goose bumps trailing over her throat. She quickened her strokes and adjusted her pressure, learning what he liked by the shifts in his breathing. The tightness of his muscles.
Only a few more seconds passed before he released another long, deep growl. His mouth dropped to hers again, tongue plunging inside.
When he pushed off the bed, she wanted to cry out and haul him back. He quickly shoved down his jeans and briefs, and her mouth went dry. God, he was gorgeous. And so incredibly big…every inch of him.
He reached into his jeans pocket and pulled a condom from his wallet. His eyes never left hers as he opened it and rolled it over his length, and every second that passed had her heart beating a little faster.
When he returned to her, she could feel him between her thighs, nudging at her entrance.
“This is real,” he whispered.
She cupped his cheek. “More real than anything.”
Another darkening of his eyes. Then, slowly, he pushed inside. Filling her. Stretching her. Making her his.
* * *
Becket closed his eyes,trying like hell to calm the fucking storm inside him.
She was tight. And she felt too damn good clamped around his cock.
His heart beat so hard he could hear it. And it was taking every ounce of self-restraint he had to remain still. The heat of her walls around him, combined with the feel of her beneath him, was fucking torment.
He took advantage of her exposed neck and sucked, rewarded with a feminine moan. Every sound from her made lava burn through his veins.
With his mouth still on her, he reached for her breast and rolled his thumb over her nipple. More earth-shattering cries. She wrapped a leg around his waist and tugged him deeper.
Fuck. That last bit of control snapped. He lifted his hips and thrust into her, hard.
Her nails bit into his shoulder, and he plunged into her again and again, sinking so deep that the heat of her body surrounded him on every return.
Perfect. She was fuckingperfect.
She rocked her hips, matching his thrusts. Deepening them.
When she nipped at his lips, he growled. She did it again, this time following it up with a soft graze of her lips against his, almost teasing.
He dropped his head and crashed his mouth to hers, getting lost in her. Fuck, he loved kissing her. Everything about this woman called to him, and he was fucking helpless.
When he pinched her nipple, she cried out, her nails digging deeper into his flesh.
He quickened his pace, moving harder. Faster.
