Page 55 of Icy Cold Death

As she found his erection, he shook.

“More,” he whispered.

Oh, well, ask and he shall receive.

As Claire continued to stroke his erection, her husband was lost in that moment.

The feel of skin-on-skin contact was amazing for him. It made him feel alive.

God!

There was no better feeling in the world.

He knew it too.

“I love you,” he said. “I’ll love you until the day I die, Claire. You’re my world.”

Yeah, she believed him.

His mouth moved down her body, touching, tasting, and enjoying his wife.

The love he felt for her was so damn strong.

It was everything.

It was theirs.

She moaned in pleasure as his mouth drove her wild. Beckett sent fire up across her flesh as he traveled lower down her body.

She was lost in that pleasure.

They both were.

Beckett was hungry, and only for her.

The kisses went from gentle to heated, and then when he felt as if he was burning up, they were nips to her flesh.

Beckett needed more.

He was about to get lost in the wildness, and his woman always did this to him.

As his body was above hers, Claire needed to touch him for a change. She wanted to make amends, and show him that she was so grateful that he was hers.

That was the best part.

No one would take him away.

Rolling, she watched him find himself flat on his back, his erection pinned between them.

The whole time, he was smiling up at her.

“I do like when you get rough,” he joked. “Want to rough me up?” he asked as she grinned at him.

“Oh, I have plans,” she admitted.

Well, in that case…

“Have at me. I’m yours.”

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