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But before it goes anywhere Allie flops out of her chair, stumbles to her feet with her eyes barely open, and grumbles, “I’m gonna go to bed. Hannah, you coming?”

“Um, yeah,” I gasp. “Be there in a second.”

Chapter 6

Beckham

Even when she’s dressed in sweats and an old shirt, Hannah still looks like a temptress. Fuck. If my daughter hadn’t woken up when she did, I’d probably be inside Hannah right now, damn the consequences.

When I first saw her walk down the stairs after showering, I thought of all the things I want to do to her tonight. When she leaned over and took a bite of pizza, moaning in pleasure, the list—and my cock—lengthened. And when she kissed me back, my patience broke.

Now, I pace my bedroom in my own pajamas, uncomfortably hard, but unable to focus on anything but the woman I just left. Wavy, light brown hair that I can’t wait to see wrapped around my hand. Skin that I’m desperate to taste. And her curves, so soft and lush. God, I want to feel them under me as I drive into her heat.

How am I supposed to get to sleep knowing she’s just a few doors away?

Fuck it.

It’s my house. She’s my woman. And I’m tired of keeping my inner beast leashed when it comes to Hannah.

Making a decision, I open my bedroom door and stalk down the hallway.

I open her door slowly and let myself into her bedroom, locking the door behind me.

“Who is it?” she murmurs sleepily from the bed. When she sees me, she gasps, “Beckham, what are you—?”

“Fuck, Hannah,” I growl. “What do you think I’m doing?” My gaze runs over her, possessively. She looks utterly delectable propped up on her elbow, her hair falling over her innocent eyes and succulent lips.

“I want you.” I stroke myself over my pajamas as I watch her eyes widen. “Do you want me?”

She does. I know she does. It’s in her heavy breath. It’s in the way her tongue sneaks out, like she wants to run it over my body.

But I want her to tell me. To admit to both of us that she belongs to me.

“Yes,” she whispers, almost hesitantly.

“Good,” I state before striding forward and falling on her like I’ve been wanting to do since I first saw her in the hotel.

I grip her head with both hands, holding her in place as I devour her mouth. Groaning, I tremble at the feel of her breasts pressing against my chest.

“But what about Allie?” she mumbles against my lips.

“Don’t worry about Allie. I’ll take care of it.”

I move one hand to the back of her neck angling her for further penetration. She whimpers in pleasure, the sound sending a possessive heat shooting through my body. Then she kisses me back, her passion like a match on the flames of my desire.

“God, you taste good.” I kiss along her cheek until my lips rest lightly against her ear, whispering softly. “You taste like honey and vanilla andmine.”

A full body shiver rolls through her at my words. I lick the skin along her neck, memorizing her unique flavors and textures. I’m so caught up in the taste of her that I don’t notice her hand moving until she’s cupping me through my pajamas.

“Fuck, that feels good.” My hips thrust forward in an unconscious movement. The only thing keeping me from tearing off her pajamas and fucking her raw is the need to make her come with my mouth on her pussy and her taste on my tongue.

“Hannah, I need to—” She writhes against me, forcing all coherent thought from my mind.

“Yes, Beckham. I need you.” Her heavy-lidded eyes look at me through long lashes. I want to sink into her warmth in every way possible. But first I want to devour her.

I slip my fingers beneath the waistband of her sweats.

“Fuck, you’re not wearing any underwear,” I growl, tearing her pants off her thick thighs and falling to my knees in front of her. “I need to taste you.”

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