Page 106 of Miami Ice

Happiness travels through me at a rate I have never known. Beckham positions himself over me, and before we come together, I stop him with my hand.

“Wait, I have to know one thing,” I say, putting my hand to his cheek.

“Yeah?”

“Are you going to take it like a good boy?” I tease.

Beckham bursts out laughing. I’m laughing, too, and the moment is absolutely perfect. We’re having sex that is emotional and intimate, something we’ve never experienced with anyone before, but we’re still laughing and having fun.

“Oh, I’m going to take it like a good boy,” he says, dropping his mouth back on mine. “I’m going to go very slowly. I don’t want to hurt you.”

I put my palm to his cheek, touched by his concern for me. “Okay.”

Beckham moves forward, and the second he’s in me, I gasp from the sensation. It’s me, it’s Beckham, sharing the most intimate experience in the world with each other.

“Are you okay?” he asks quickly, pushing himself up to look at me. Concern is etched on his face.

“Yes,” I nod. “Keep going.”

And he does. The second he’s fully in, I’m lost to him. How this feels like a completely new experience, how the emotions are tied to the act, and how we are one in this very moment.

“Christ, Georgie,” Beckham groans. “You feel so damn good. So, so good.”

Now the laughter is gone. Our eyes meet, and as he begins to move, I know he wants that connection with me. To see what is in my eyes.

My eyes grow teary. He knows me so well. I’m sure he’s able to read what I’m telling him.

That I have no regrets about us making love tonight.

That he’s making me feel so special and wonderful and cared for, just as I hope to make him feel, too.

And the final thing?

I’m already starting to fall in love with him.

Chapter Twenty-Four

I lay sprawled across Beckham’s broad chest, my ear against his heart, listening to it as it comes down from the crazy-hot sex we just had. His fingers absently move over my braids, and I trace patterns with my fingertips on his abdomen, feeling safe and happy and blissful in the warmth of his body.

“Georgie?” he asks, pausing to kiss the top of my head.

I get all fluttery inside. I love how sweet he is with me.

“Yeah?”

“I would call that ahardlaunch.”

I laugh, and he does, too.

“Beckham?”

“Yeah?”

“Much better than a soft launch, don’t you think?” I tease.

We both crack up all over again. His hand finds my shoulder, his fingertips trailing down the side of it, gently stroking my skin.

“You realize we’ve probably traumatized Minnie,” I say.

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