Mine.
I drop my mouth to her neck, to her collarbone, down the smooth plane of her stomach, dragging slow kisses that make her fingers dig into my shoulders. She’s trembling before I even touch her properly.
“Beckett—”
“I’ve got you,” I murmur against her skin.
I drop to my knees, stripping off those ridiculous slippers and her trousers until she’s bare. I don’t waste time. I want to hear her. I want to feel her shatter.
There’s been a hunger building in me since I left her this morning, and I unleash it when I press my tongueagainst her clit.
I take my time, even though every instinct in me wants to rush. I learn her again. The sounds she makes when I press just right. The way her breath hitches when I tease.
I work her until she’s sobbing my name, her body bucking against me until she finally breaks. I don’t let her come down.
Standing, I free my cock with frantic hands and position myself just enough to see her mouth part.
She gasps just before I thrust deep. We move together in the quiet of the kitchen, the only sounds the slap of skin and the hitch of our breathing.
She tries to look away once, but I catch her chin, guiding her back.
“Stay with me.”
And she does, right until her eyes roll back and she breaks again.
When I finally spill into her, it’s almost blinding. I bury my face in her neck and wait for my heartbeat to even out.
“Twice,” she whispers, that spark sliding back into her tone.
A tired laugh leaves me as I press a kiss behind her ear.
“Told you.”
Thirty-Four
Madison
The silence in my apartment at 2:00 a.m. is a vacuum.
After the heat of Beckett’s skin and the roar of the shower, stillness presses in on me.
We’ve hardly left each other’s side for the last couple of days, and I’m feeling a strange hole in my gut without him here.
I look up at the ceiling where I’d usually hear his thudding, but it’s quiet tonight. Whatever frustration that was building in his body was worked out on me. He went to work an hour ago, but I’m still waiting for my heart to rest so I can sleep.
I’m standing in my kitchen barefoot,nursing a glass of water I don’t even want, staring at the flickering city lights. I’m trying to mentally untangle the collision of our two worlds, but it’s useless.
I’m nervous and honestly scared to death because I’m sinking into him. I’m terrified of losing myself so deep that I won’t find a way out.
Or maybe I’m just waiting for the other shoe to drop. It’s how I’ve lived my life. Why would this be any different? I curse myself for it. Why can’t I just feel something and let it be?
I’m waiting for him to see something in me that doesn’t fit into his life.
No, Madison, you’re padding your heart for the break.
I throw my head back and groan.
For everyone else, I’m solid.
