Page 64 of Inked Obsession

The doorbell rang, and I swallowed hard. There was no turning back now. I went to the door, grabbed my bag and my wrap on the way, and opened it to reveal Beckett standing there. He wore a smoky gray button-down shirt, dark gray slacks, and looked fucking hot.

Why had I missed that for so long? Oh, yes. Because I had been married and had told myself I wasn’t allowed to look at anyone else, even though it shouldn’t have been a big deal since I’d told Beckett he was allowed to find married women attractive. I had been a good wife. But I wasn’t married anymore. And I really wanted Beckett Montgomery.

“Wow,” he muttered as his gaze raked over me. I swore I could feel his gaze on my skin as if he caressed me with his hands. I swallowed hard, my knees practically shaking.

“Wow,” I echoed, and he smiled at me.

“You look amazing,” he muttered.

“I would say the same thing about you, but then I’d just keep repeating what you say.”

A cool breeze shifted over us, and I stepped back instinctively. I knew we needed to go, but I couldn’t, not just yet. He stepped in, and I closed the door behind him.

He looked at me, his gaze dark as he bit his lip. I nearly came. His forearms were even showing, goddamn it. Why were his forearms so sexy?

He looked at me, and then his lips were on mine. My bag fell to the floor, the wrap pooling at my feet. He kissed me hard, and I was grateful that I had put on lipstick that wouldn’t smudge, no matter what he did. His tongue dipped into my mouth, and I groaned. I pulled on his shirt, my fingernails digging into his muscles. He cupped my ass and lifted me. I let out a squeal, and then I kissed him hard again. Before I knew it, my back was against the door, and I was shaking, his body pressed against mine, the hard ridge of his cock firm against my heat.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.”

“I thought we were going out,” I muttered, and he winked.

“We will. After.”

I swallowed hard. “After.”

And then he kissed me again.

My body shook as he rocked into me. Both of us were clothed, but my dress was up around my hips, and his hands were digging into my thighs. He would leave bruises, and I would like them.

He rocked against me, and then I was tugging at his belt. He grinned, bit my lip, and then licked my shoulder where it was exposed as he held my ass in one hand, pressing me against the door as he helped me undo his belt with his other hand and then shoved his pants down.

“I’m on birth control,” I muttered. “And clean.” I had gotten tested just in case, and everything had come up clear.

He nodded, his pupils going wide. “I’m clean, too.”

And then he shoved my panties aside and delved. I came, my whole body shaking just from his fingers inside me. He stroked his thumb over my clit, and I shook. And then he was ripping my panties away, and his cock was inside me. He speared me with one thrust, and I met his gaze, both of us shaking.

“Dear God.”

“Fuck me,” I muttered. “Please.”

“Anything you say.”

And then he moved. He rammed into me, harder and harder. I braced one arm on his shoulder, my other palm against the door, keeping me steady as he fucked me hard.

We both shook, and I knew my heels would likely leave marks on his body, just as he would leave marks on mine, and I didn’t care. I wanted his touch; I wanted his mark. I wanted everything.

It had never been like this before, and I could barely breathe.

Because this was the man I desired, for here, for now. I didn’t know about forever, but I didn’t care.

Because, right now, Beckett was inside me, and I was coming again. Hard. He slammed into me one more time, his thumb on my clit, and then he came, filling me with his seed. He was warm and hot, and his mouth was on me, and I really couldn’t breathe.

I wrapped my body around him, shaking as I looked down at him.

“Whoa.”

“Hello,” he said, teasing.

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