Page 30 of Playing with Fire

Smiling, Beckett pointed to where the sun was sitting lower on the horizon. “I thought we could watch the sunset together. It’s something I’ve always wanted to do with someone, but it never felt right before.” His lips pulled up into a shy smile as his shoulder bobbed up and down, his gaze moving out ontothe expanse of trees that were dotted with miniature apples. “I’m not involved in much on the farm beyond occasionally helping out at harvest time, but this place is still special to me.” He turned back to face her. “You’re special to me, Willa.”

Beckett’s eyes bore into hers, the words he’d spoken lighting up the ring of fire surrounding his irises once again and setting off a similar reaction in her heart. The fact that Beckett found Willa worthy enough of sharing this place that meant so much to him was as humbling as it was bolstering. As special as he seemed to find her, he was even more so.

Setting her glass to the side, Willa slid over to him and took his face in her hands, hoping that even though she couldn’t form the words yet, he would be able to understand that she felt the same way about him. “Thank you for sharing this place with me.”

Their lips brushed lightly against one another for the briefest of moments, but it was enough to ignite the flame of desire that was always present between them, lying in wait and ready to combust at any moment. Groaning against her mouth, Beckett pulled her onto his lap and deepened the kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth as more feelings of love and affection crept into her heart, wrapping their tendrils around it and squeezing until it felt like the organ might just burst. Gasping for breath, Willa broke the kiss, only to dive back for more when she found that she couldn’t stand to be away from him for any longer than necessary.

Each swipe of his tongue against hers, each pass of his fingers against the bare skin of her leg had Willa wanting time to both slow to a crawl and race at the speed of light at the same time. She wanted the world to stop turning and for them to live in this perfect little bubble they’d created for a thousand lifetimes, and she wanted to fast-forward to the good part where everything was settled and they were living their happily-ever-after. But above all else, she just wanted to experience it all with Beckett. Their kissing got hotter and heavier to the point where they were now horizontal, everything else forgotten as they tried to find a way to climb inside each other and burrow in deep enough that they were never apart again.

Wetness hit Willa’s thighs and for a moment she wondered if maybe things didn’t get a little too out of control for Beckett, but when he broke the kiss, looking down at her with an amused expression and chuckling, she knew it was something else. “Sorry about that,” he panted. His chest rose and fell with rapid breaths as he reached down and pulled up the now empty bottle of cider. “Guess we knocked this over.”

Laughing, Willa plucked at the hem of her soaked dress, glancing up at the sky that was about three shades darker than it seemed to be only moments ago. Apparently, they had gotten carried away for quite some time. “I think we missed the sunset,” she informed him.

Beckett glanced over his shoulder at the traces of sunlight that were only visible on the underside of the few clouds in the sky. When he faced her again, he looked completely unbothered by this, a genuine smile lighting up his face. “Worth it,” he confessed, kissing her again.

They got lost in each other once more, and it wasn’t until she heard the stirrings of nocturnal animals that Willa came back to herself. Biting her lip, Willa nodded at the soggy state of their clothes. “Want to come home with me and get cleaned up?”

Beckett smiled slyly and rolled off her, quickly gathering the wet blankets and cooler. “Absolutely.”

Laughing, they hopped into the truck and sped off, the tires kicking up dirt and grass as they made their way down the winding trail that would lead back to the main road. Anticipation sat low in her belly, and not just because she was excited to be going home with Beckett. Willa was excited and a little nervousbecause, for the first time since they’d been together, it felt like more than just running off to have sex.

It felt like heading home to express something deeper between the two of them with more than just words. It felt a whole lot like they would be making love. The realization that she loved Beckett Kemp hit Willa like a ton of bricks, and while she was sure that panic would come along eventually, for now, she decided to push that away, and just try to enjoy the feeling of resounding affection for the man next to her.

Chapter Nineteen

~Beckett~

As a public servant, Beckett always tried his best to follow the law, but somehow the wild woman in the seat next to him had him rethinking his stance on all kinds of things. First, it was sex in public, now it was speed limits. He was currently testing the boundaries of the latter as he rushed the two of them back to her house to get to the former. The sex wouldn’t be public this time, but from the wanton look in Willa’s eyes, it would be no less exciting than when they had fooled around in his car.

Willa’s hand slid up Beckett’s denim-clad thigh and gave it a squeeze as he turned them onto her street and whipped into the driveway. Throwing the car in park, he rushed out of the truck intending to grab Willa from her side only to find her meeting him at the front, a bright smile on her face. God, he loved this woman, and not for the first time that night the words expressing that were on the tip of his tongue. Fearing her reaction, he bit them back and took the hand she offered him instead.

The house was dark as they entered, Beckett thanking his lucky stars that Lottie was now at work and would be for some time. Being with Willa was always an adventure, and he wanted her to be able to scream his name if she wanted to and vice versa without fearing any repercussions from her roommate.

Kicking the door shut, Willa pressed him against the nearest wall, her hands sliding up and down his chest before she started undoing the buttons of his shirt. Her fingers moved deftly, Beckett’s head thudding against the wall the moment they caressed his bare skin, his eyes closing as he tried to hold off the orgasm that was already building. He had been heated up from the summer night and their make out session in the back of Travis’ truck, but now it felt like flames were dancing over hisskin, Willa’s touch both making it a thousand times worse and infinitely better at the same time.

The next thing Beckett knew his pants were dropping to the ground and Willa’s hand was reaching into his briefs. “Fuck,” he growled. She started pumping his length, but before she could get too far Beckett took her hand and brought it up to his mouth, placing a light kiss on her palm. “I thought we were getting cleaned up first.”

Willa shrugged, a sly expression on her face. “I got impatient.” Her teasing tone and bright eyes had Beckett smiling, and after he kicked off his shoes and his jeans, it grew impossibly wider as he dipped down and threw her over his shoulder, causing a light laugh to break from her lungs. “Hey,” she giggled. Her hand came down against his ass with a loud crack, the sound dulled only by the cotton of his briefs. If the slight sting was supposed to have paused him, it didn’t work. If anything he’d gotten harder and was leaking steadily into his briefs. “I have two perfectly good legs.”

“Don’t I know it,” he replied. His hand slid up and down the smooth expanse of her long legs as he walked them toward her bedroom. “These legs have been tempting me all night and now I’m going to take my time and give them the attention they deserve.”

Slamming her door shut, Beckett tossed her onto the bed piled with fluffy comforters, crocheted blankets, and about a thousand pillows. His room was more function than luxury, so being a space that was much more comforting, much more like the woman herself made him feel even more at ease. That didn’t mean he wanted them in the way though.

Tossing each item to the side, he smiled slyly as she laid out before him. “How many pillows do you need, woman?”

Willa raised up on her elbows, her cheeks turning a rosy shade of pink. “As many as it takes to feel like you’re in bed withme when you’re on shift.”

Her green eyes sparkled in the dim lighting from the basket weave lamp on her nightstand as she made the confession, but he could also see the vulnerability there and knew how much it took for Willa to admit that. Her needing Beckett even when he wasn’t around had him feeling much better about where they stood, and he paused his actions to lean down and kiss her.

“I do the same thing at the fire station,” he admitted. Each time he was there instead of in bed with her, he held his pillow in his arms and pretended that it was Willa. Beckett’s sleep was never great when he was on shift, always light in case he needed to hop up at a moment’s notice, but since he’d started that nightly tradition, he’d been sleeping a lot more soundly. His fingers brushed her cheek and down to the hollow of her neck before tracing the line of her delicate collarbone. “Pillow Willa isn’t quite the same as the real thing though.”

She shivered under his caress, her eyes going a shade lighter as she peered up at him with a look of pure adoration. “I know what you mean.” Willa’s hands slid over his bare chest before they slipped his shirt off his shoulders. “You definitely feel a whole lot better than a bunch of pillows.”

Beckett’s chest rumbled as he tossed his shirt, ditched his briefs, and helped her out of her dress. It slipped over her head easily and when she was back down on the mattress, he kneeled to get a better vantage point. The long lines of her slender body and the white lace panties and bralette that covered her faintly tanned skin had his cock getting harder than he thought possible.

Smoothing his hands up Willa’s legs, over her stomach, and up to her breasts, he cupped one in each hand and teased her nipples into stiff peaks before leaning down to suck one into his mouth. The lace from her bra scratched at his tongue as helapped at her over the fabric, her body writhing beneath his. Moving to the other side, Beckett continued to lick and suck at her until she was whimpering and begging for more.

“Please, Beck,” Willa moaned. Every sound that came out of her mouth drove him higher and made him desire her more than ever.

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