Page 77 of Inked Obsession

“I love you, too, Brenna.”

She leaned down and kissed my cheat. “I’m going to go. Eliza’s waiting. Make sure she knows how you feel, okay? She wasn’t doing okay, Beckett.”

I frowned. “What do you mean?” I asked, anxiety racing through me. “I thought she wasn’t hurt.”

“She isn’t, but she saw you there, bleeding out, and…well, I don’t think she saw you. I think she saw Marshall.”

I cursed under my breath. “Jesus Christ, we’re two peas in a pod sometimes.”

“You were seeing Brian, weren’t you?”

I swallowed hard. “Apparently, the two of us need to talk.”

“I’ll let her in. I think she wanted to be last because she needed to prepare herself. I don’t know what she’s expecting to see in here, but I’m glad you have some color in your face. Tell her how you feel, Beckett. Make sure she knows.” She kissed my cheek again and walked away, and I had to wonder what else was on her mind.

Then I couldn’t focus on anything because Eliza was there. She stood in the doorway, her face pale, her gaze wild.

“You’re okay,” she whispered before swallowing hard.

“Come here,” I growled. I held up my hands, and she shook her head.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Eliza, I swear to God, I will get out of this bed and carry you over here if you don’t come here and kiss me.”

She scowled but stomped over to my side before leaning down and kissing me hard on the mouth. Any pressure I’d had on my chest went away like popping a balloon and letting the air escape.

“I almost lost you,” I said as I reached up and cupped her face.

“That’s my line. I thought you were dead, Beckett. I thought I’d lost you before I could tell you that I love you.”

I froze, and she did the same. “You love me?” I asked.

“Of course, I love you, you asshole. You saved my life. But you were bleeding, and I thought you were dead, and oh my God, I don’t know what I would’ve done if you had died. Don’t do that again, Beckett.”

“I will always be there to save you. Always.”

“No. You don’t get to do that. You don’t get to almost die for me.”

“You would have done the same for me.”

“I tried, and then you were bleeding, and I couldn’t do anything. I love you so much, Beckett.”

“I love you, too. It might be too soon but fuck it. We’ve all lost so much, and almost lost double that. I love you so fucking much, Eliza. I don’t know what’s going to happen in the future, but just stay with me. Be with me. I don’t want to face the future without you at my side.”

She leaned down, and I took her lips, and I was lost.

Chapter 23

Eliza

Iwoke up with Beckett’s head between my thighs and groaned, orgasming right as I looked at Beckett’s face. He hovered over me and kissed me softly, then slid smoothly into me. I groaned, wrapping my legs around his waist and rocked into him as we slowly kissed and made love, the two of us lost in each other.

“Well, that’s one way to wake up,” I said on a laugh.

“Last night was the first night I was allowed to fuck you hard into the mattress, so I figured I’d wake you up a little smoother.”

I held on to Beckett’s waist, careful not to touch his side. The stitches were out, and he was healing, but I was still careful with him. Just as he was oh so cautious with me. He kissed me again and lovingly slid his hands up and down my body.

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