Page 25 of Taken With You

I lowered my head, slowly running my lips along her jaw before easing her coat off her body. It slid to the floor, and then I latched my mouth onto her neck, softly biting down as she groaned, turning her head slightly so I had better access.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I growled out.

“I need to come,” she whispered.

I grinned. And then I was kissing her harder, stripping her out of her clothes as quickly as I could. I was so rock-hard beneath my jeans that I was afraid I might blow right then. There was no need to be gentle. I didn’t think either of us needed that right then.

What I needed was for this to be her and me, only us, but not too much so. I had to be able to walk away. Being able to run to keep her safe was important. And I couldn’t do that if I was too invested.

I pushed those thoughts out of my head and lived in the moment.

I eased her onto the bed and my mouth on hers, slowly working her bra off as I did. Her tits were big enough to fill my hands, her rose-colored nipples tight and puckered into hard little buds. I sucked one into my mouth, and she moaned.

“Beckham,” she groaned out.

“That’s it, let me taste you.”

I kissed up and down her body, helping her out of her pants. She wiggled beneath me.

And when I worked my way down her front, I grinned at her black, lace thong and had to hold back a groan of my own. She was so fucking beautiful. All curves and softness. She had a few tattoos, a handful of scars, and I knew where those had come from, but I wasn’t going to say anything.

There didn’t need to be words.

When I kissed her over her panties, she arched beneath me, her hands sliding through my hair.

I was glad that my beard had grown back because it was getting long enough that it was turning soft. I slowly rubbed my cheeks along the insides of her thighs, and she pressed her legs together around my shoulders, arching under me.

“Beckham.”

I grinned and slowly slid her panties out of the way, looking at her wet folds before latching on to her clit. I sucked, licked, then used a finger to tease her entrance.

She moaned, writhing under me, but I kept sucking, kept licking. And when she tightened around my finger, her body arching, I kept going, easing her through her orgasm until she was right on the edge again.

She tugged at my hair as I pulled away, and I grinned.

“I need to be inside you,” I growled out.

“Beckham.”

Apparently, that was all she could say, and I was totally fine with that.

“You’re so beautiful when you come.”

“Nice words. But I don’t see you doing anything else.”

“Feisty. I like it.”

“I’d like it if you weren’t dressed while I’m lying here naked beneath you.”

She reached for the buckle of my belt, but I pushed her hand away. “You touch me, I’m going to blow right now. And I have a reputation to uphold.”

She raised a brow and then cupped her breasts. “Really?”

That was the Meadow I liked. One that could be herself. Fuck. She was so fucking sexy. “Okay, no. But play with me anyway.”

I pulled my shirt off over my head and then undid my belt, moving back so I could strip out of the rest of my clothes.

I pulled a condom from my pants’ pocket, knowing I had put it there just in case, though hoping she didn’t think that I assumed we would be doing this tonight.