“I missed this. Missedyou,” he declared. Because even he knew there was something different in this moment.
“I missed you too,” I said against swollen lips.
As if the spoken words had been the final countdown on a bomb, I detonated. My core clenched around his hand, and despite the tightness, he powered through, pumping me faster and harder.
My thighs shook as my gasps came out strangled. Our foreheads pressed together as my eyes squeezed shut and sweat dripped down the back of my neck.
“I’ve got you,” he murmured, movements slowing while his other hand cupped the back of my head. “I’ve always got you.”
My lips pressed to his as I came down from my high. The kiss was soft, a polar opposite to the ravenous hunger that overtook us moments ago. But while our mouths took their time with each other, our hearts beat furiously.
We sat like that, two parts of a whole, for what felt like an hour, kissing slowly, tenderly, sointimatelyit nearly hurt.
“Ready?” Beckham breathed out, though his hold on me told me he wasn’t sure of his own answer to that question.
I nodded, our noses brushing. I could stay this close to him forever, live in this truck and be happy.
Once I was back in my seat and buckled, he pulled onto the road. Time was nonexistent as I leaned back against the seat and watched him drive. His hand covered mine on my lap, thumb brushing over my knuckles.
We made it home, and without a single regard for the items in the truck, Beckham opened my passenger door and lifted me into his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and his mouth crashed to mine.
For a while, I’d feared this. This feral need for eachother that overtook us whenever we gave it fuel. But now I knew it wasn’t something I should fight.
Life was short, and all I wanted was Beckham Bronson and my baby to be healthy and safe.
Our lips didn’t part as Beckham fumbled for the right key, or as we laughed when he dropped them. The man’s glutes were stronger than I’d thought as he squatted to grab them, all the while keeping his hold on me.
He kicked the door shut behind us, the windows rattling with the force as he walked us toward the living room. Rather than sit on the couch like I’d expected, he wrapped his hands around my thighs and lowered my feet to the ground. He bent, tugging my pants and underwear off. As he slid them down, he pressed kisses to my legs. On my knee, my calf, my ankle. Until I was standing in nothing but my T-shirt.
He lowered himself to the ground, sitting with his back to the base of the couch.
“What are you doing?” I asked as he lured me toward him with his hands snaking up the backs of my legs toward my ass.
Those big brown eyes of his looked pleading. “Ride my face, baby.”
“Beckham, I’m too heavy?—”
He shook his head, reeling me closer until his chin was nearly brushing my pussy. The warmth of his breath sent shivers skating over my spine. “Don’t say that about yourself. Parker, I wasmadefor you.”
I hated that he always knew just what to say. And how I always melted for it, too.
Spreading my legs farther, I moved until my hands were braced against the back of the couch. His fingers gripped my flesh, moving my knees onto the cushions for better support. Then he pressed his mouth to my center, and Idied.
My teeth dug into my lower lip in a poor attempt to rein myself in. I’d lose it instantly if I didn’t breathe, and I wanted to savor this.
The roughness of his mustache against my sensitive skin had electricity shooting up my nerve endings. I rocked into him, relishing in the way it felt. His tongue, his teeth, his breath and lips. All of him had me teetering on the edge.
His hands urged me faster, his head tilting back to devour more of me. He sucked on my clit, tongue flicking across it, and the sound I let out was vulgar.
He moaned into me, the vibrations causing me to settle onto him further as my body lost all ability to stay upright. My fingers dug into the back of the couch so hard, I was surprised it didn’t tear.
His blissful tongue moved to my entrance, spearing me. A gasp slipped from me, and I rode his face quicker. Harder. Intent on feeling that sensation over and over and over again.
My core clenched as he moaned again, the sounds and warmth of his breathing too much to take. And when his attention focused on my aching clit, I lost all control. My stomach tightened as pure ecstasy shot through my veins. My eyes squeezed shut, my fingers digging for something tokeep me afloat.
Beckham held me steady as I erupted, and when I came back down, he lowered me to his lap. He brushed damp strands of hair off my forehead, his lips pressing to each of my cheeks and my nose before settling on my mouth. My tongue lapped out, tasting myself on him.
The act must’ve awoken another beast inside of him, because he stood, lifting me with him, and bent me over the couch.
