Page 38 of Claiming Becca

“Am I a secret?” she clarifies, and it hits me in the chest.

I wrap my arms around her and pull her to me. “No. You are not a secret.” I kiss the top of her head, holding her close. She wraps her arms around my waist and pushes her face into my chest. “I want to tell everyone, but I want to keep you to myself. I don’t want to share you with anyone.” I explain to her. She steps back and looks up at me. “But I know people are going to find out. We weren’t being discreet at the restaurant. I’m not hiding you. I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“You have?” She asks in disbelief.

I cup the back of her head, combing my fingers through her hair. “Yes,” I admit.

“Me too,” she replies. She leans up and kisses me. “I could have said something too, but I was feeling uncertain, so I didn’t.”

I open her car door. “You never have to feel uncertain with me. Let’s go home.” She gives me a small smile before climbing into her car.

I hate I didn’t notice Becca was unsure at the hospital. I never want her to feel that way. She’s mine. Always has been. I pull into my driveway, and Becca pulls in beside me. I hurriedly get out of my truck, trying to get to her driver’s door before she gets out. But she’s out before I can get there. Her eyes are smiling at me when I cage her against her car.

“Hi,” she whispers.

Wrapping my arm around her waist, I pull her against me. “I want you.” Her eyes widen. “I want everyone to know,” I declare.

Her mouth tips up into a smile as she relaxes in my embrace. She brings her hands to my chest and rubs them along my pecs. Who knew that little movement would turn me on every time?

She seems to hesitate before speaking. “I’ve always been too much for everyone. So, you not saying anything brought up those insecurities.” Her hands travel up higher until they’re wrapped around my neck. “But we were focused on Caroline and Bass. So, it makes sense that you wouldn’t say anything.”

Leaning down, I brush my lips across her cheek and jaw. “I never want to make you feel insecure,” I murmur against her lips. I slot my lips against hers and kiss her with everything I have. She runs her fingers through my hair, raking her fingers along my scalp.

My cock is so hard. I want to lift her on the hood of her car, pull her dress up and sink inside her right now.

“Let’s go inside, baby,” I moan as I arch against her.

“Okay,” she replies. I grab her hand and guide her into the house. As soon as we’re inside, I shut the door and press her against it. My hand comes to the hem of her dress and rubs lightly along the inside of her thigh.

“Connor,” she moans against my lips. I lean down and grip her behind her knees to lift her, but she hits my shoulder.

“No! You are still healing,” she chastises. Her eyes flutter open.

“Do you know how many times I’ve fantasized about this?” I ask her. My forehead against hers. Her eyes bore into mine. “You will not hurt me.”

She stares at me for a long moment before nodding her head slightly. “I’ve fantasized about you, too, so many times.” I wrap my hands around the back of her knees again, and this time, she lets me lift her as she wraps her legs around my waist.

She scrapes her nails against my scalp, causing me to buck against her. “You’ve fantasized about this?” she asks. I run my lips up her jaw and take her earlobe between my teeth, flicking it with my tongue.

“Yes.” I’m not going to take her against the door. At least not for our first time, but I will one day. I lick her neck as her head falls back against the door. “I’ve wanted you so damn much for years.” She gasps and pushes me back some.

Leaning back, I gaze at her in confusion. “Why the hell did it take you so long to do something about it?” she asks incredulously.

I chuckle and turn so I can take her to my bedroom. “Because I was a dumbass.”

She giggles and puts her forehead on my shoulder as I carry her. “I was a dumbass, too, because I’ve wanted you for years too,” she murmurs against my neck before she takes my earlobe between her teeth and bites down on it.

“Fuck, Becca,” I groan as I push open my door and lay her on the bed. Standing, I gaze down at her. She’s so fucking gorgeous with her pink hair fanned out around her and her dress hiked up. Her eyes are clouded over with desire. I crawl onto the bed, running my hands up her thighs.

Catching the hem of her dress, I raise an eyebrow at her. “We can stop if you don’t want to go further,” I say, making sure this is headed exactly where I think it’s going.

She lifts herself as she gazes at me. “Like I said, I’ve wanted you for years.” Grinning, I pull her dress off and throw it somewhere in the room. She’s wearing a black bra with matching panties.

Sitting back, I admire her. “You are so gorgeous.” She smirks up at me before sitting up and grabbing my t-shirt to lift it. I grab it and help her take it the rest of the way off, dropping it on the floor. Her eyes land on my scars, and she touches them lightly.

“Big Man,” she whispers. They’re still puckered and sore, but I feel much better since the stitches were removed. She sits up more so she can run her lips across them gently. Her mouth is so close to my cock. She glances up at me through her long eyelashes. “You know I’ve fantasized about this too.”

A look passes between us, fueled by many years of pent-up desire. I cup the back of her head and bring my lips to hers, kissing her with everything in me, and pushing her to lay back on the bed.

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