I kiss my way up her body, my mouth draggingacross her stomach, her ribs, her breasts.
Her hand catches my jaw. “Don’t think you’re in charge just because you made me come.”
I laugh under my breath, nipping her collarbone. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”
When I stand, I strip off my T-shirt, and her eyes rake over my chest.
I hook my thumbs into the waist of my sweats and drop them.
Chewing her bottom lip, she sits up and eyes my cock.
It twitches in response.
Her gaze drags up my body until it locks with mine.
“Beckett?” she says, reaching out to stroke me, once, then twice.
My eyes roll back in my head.
“Yeah?” I rasp.
“Don’t be gentle with me.”
Then she sucks me into her mouth, and I see fucking stars.
Thirty
Madison
I smile as I lower myself to my knees.
Did I start my little revenge plan expecting this?
Absolutely not.
But did a part of me wish for it? To know what it would feel like to be ruined by a man like Beckett?
God, yes.
He’s still panting, sweat glistening along the hard, lean lines of his stomach in the bedroom’s dim light. One of his hands fists in my hair the second I wrap my lips around him, his knuckles grazing my scalp with a possessive heat that makes my stomach flip.
He hisses through his teeth. “Fuck, Madison.”
I hum low in my throat, taking more of him until my eyes water. He’s too big for this to be gentle, but I don’t want gentle. I want his hands tight in my hair. I want to ruin the composed, clinical version of the man who thinks he can regulate every pulse.
And I do.
Because when I glance up through my lashes, eyes wide and mouth full, he’s staring down at me like he’s genuinely forgotten how to breathe.
“Fucking… Christ,” he mutters, his voice a strangled rasp.
His hips twitch forward before he drags them back with visible effort. I swirl my tongue around him, and his head drops back. He looks as if he’s praying for strength he no longer possesses.
I moan around him as his thighs tighten, and his other hand braces against the dresser behind him. The wood groans under the pressure.
He pulls my head back with a rough tug, and I release him with a pop.
He stares at me for a beat, eyes dark and predatory. It’s the look of a man who’s done playing nice. Then he bends and kisses me again. The kiss is hard and full of hunger. It’s greedy. He’s done pretending restraint is an option.
