Page 31 of Playing with Fire

Pushing her bra up and off her body, Beckett returned to her breasts, this time enjoying the feel of her tight bud in his mouth as he trailed one hand down the side of her body and over her stomach before slipping it into her panties. Cupping her mound, Beckett ground his palm against her as he teased her nipples, making them harder and tighter than they already were, and Willa bucked into his palm, seeking the friction she so desperately needed.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart.” Beckett slipped two fingers into her tight channel as he blew across her tight nipple. “I’ll get you there.” His fingers slid in and out of her easily as he pumped away and circled the tight bundle of nerves at the top with his thumb. Leaning over Willa, he stared into her eyes as she started to lose herself to the pleasure he was giving her. The harder he drove his fingers, the quicker she panted for him and finally tensed up. After kissing her deeply, Beckett leaned back mere centimeters from her mouth. “Come for me, Willa. Please. I love watching you fly apart.”

Another few well-placed swipes of his thumb later, Willa cried out and he swallowed it whole. His tongue mimicked the movements of his fingers until he felt her tense and snap for him once again, her tight channel gripping his fingers. Slowing his hand, Beckett pulled it from her center and brought it up to his mouth to lick his fingers clean, Willa watching him with wide eyes the whole time. She tasted so sweet, a reflection of the exact person she was.

“Wow,” Willa breathed. There were no more words asBeckett started to kiss his way south, swirling his tongue over her taut belly before pulling her panties down and tossing them to the side.

Throwing her legs over his shoulder, Beckett dove in to get a taste directly from the source, smiling against her pretty pussy when he heard her whimper. “Relax for me,” he told her.

Beckett’s hands skimmed up and down the outside of Willa’s thighs before parting her folds with his thumbs. She was glistening pink for him and he couldn’t hold himself back any longer, swiping his tongue up and down in long licks to get a hit of her sweet juices. Moaning at the taste of sunshine and honey, Beckett started to devour her from the outside. His fingers slipped back inside her and he curled them until he hit the spot that always had her weeping softly.

As Willa’s fingers tangled into his hair, the sting that came with her tugging on the strands only fueled his determination to get her there faster. Moving his mouth over her repeatedly, Beckett licked his way up to her tight bud and sucked like his life depended on it. Her thighs squeezed the sides of his head, but he ignored the pressure in favor of working her over for another moment until he heard her crying out again.

“Beck!” she shouted hoarsely. Her juices flowed into his mouth and he drank them down eagerly. Willa was and always would be the best meal he’d ever had, and he couldn’t wait to spend the rest of his life partaking every chance he got.

The thought of that future had a wicked smile on Beckett’s face as he crawled back up her body and slashed his mouth over hers, her chest heaving as he stole the breath she so desperately needed. Reaching over to her nightstand, he opened the small drawer to grab a condom, stopping when he felt Willa’s hand on his arm. When Beckett looked back at her, her eyes were filled with affection and determination.

“I want to feel you, all of you.” Her hand moved up hisarm, her fingers tracing the outlines on his inked skin before coming up to rest against his cheek. “I’m clean and I’m on the shot, but no pressure.”

Resting their foreheads together, Beckett breathed her in and tried to calm the desire that her confession had just inflamed. “I’m clean too,” he reassured her. Kissing her lips briefly, he lined his hard cock up to her center and started to slip it through her folds, hitting that bundle at the top that would drive her need for him up again. Willa felt so good and he wasn’t even inside her yet, but he needed her to get there again first.

A low chuckle came from beneath him and he looked down to see Willa smiling mischievously. “Then get inside me already,” she commanded. Apparently, Beckett was so turned on that he was thinking out loud, but the moment he drove himself into her wet warmth, any embarrassment he might have felt at that was forgotten.

“Fuck,” he grunted. Her walls had him in a vice-like grip, and he was so turned on by everything they’d already done already that he was worried he would blow any second.

Going through the checklist for his daily tasks at the station, Beckett clenched his jaw, his teeth practically cracking with the effort of trying to stave off his impending orgasm. The task became almost impossible when Willa started to move with him, her hips meeting his thrust for thrust as her hands explored the planes of his back. When she reached down and started squeezing his ass, Beckett knew that he was done for.

Hips stuttering, he huffed a breath as he continued to pump into her. “Not gonna last.”

Willa smiled and reached between them, one hand tweaking her nipple while the other started rubbing at her clit. “Let go,” she declared. Her fingers worked furiously, brushing against the skin of his pelvis and making him shiver. “I’ll be right behind you.”

At her words, Beckett gave into the tingle at the base of his spine and grunted his release, her name slipping past his lips like a soft prayer as he spilled his warmth inside her. The same sparks he felt anytime they were together danced behind his eyelids as he shot into her over and over again. Soon enough, Willa’s walls were fluttering and clamping down around him once more, and Beckett opened his eyes just in time to catch the look of bliss on her face. Seeing that same rapture that had drawn him to her in the first place caused another round to spurt out of him as he watched her come. It was beautiful, the expression on her face a sight he would remember for the rest of his days.

As soon as they were both spent, Beckett leaned down and crashed his lips over hers. Once again the need to tell Willa how he felt was strong, but he held back. Beckett didn’t want her to think it was just in the heat of the moment, and he knew that there was a strong possibility she wouldn’t return his feelings just yet. That night, the sex they’d just shared felt more like the start of something bigger, something permanent. As much as he wanted to voice that to Willa, he swallowed the words.

With a sigh, Beckett rolled to the side, wishing his mind would shut the fuck up so his body could just enjoy what they’d shared. It wasn’t until Willa rolled over and rested her head on his chest, a low hum of content breezing across his skin that Beckett was finally able to get out of his head and come back to her.

“Thank you,” she mumbled sleepily. The weight of Willa grew heavier as she rested against him. “You always give me exactly what I need.”

Kissing the top of her head, Beckett shifted her closer and pulled the covers over them. “You’re welcome,” he replied, smiling when he heard her soft snores.

Beckett would always give Willa what she needed, butwhat he needed was someone who would love him as much as he loved her. Was she capable of that? And if not, was he capable of letting her go? As he stared down at Willa in sweet repose, he knew the answer to that last question was a resoundingno.With the first still hanging unanswered in his mind, Beckett wasn’t sure exactly where that left him.

Chapter Twenty

~Willa~

The intense light of early morning streaming through the wispy white curtains of her bedroom caused Willa to stir from one of the best night’s sleep of her life. She had been having a lot more of those lately since every night she spent in Beckett’s arms had her feeling more refreshed than she ever had. Last night was especially restful, probably due to the intensity of the orgasms she’d had, but Willa also knew it was something else. Sex with Beckett last night felt less like two bodies coming together and seeking pleasure and more like two souls uniting as they joined in something bigger than themselves.

Rolling her eyes at herself and the overly romantic notion, Willa stretched slightly, enjoying the burn from the evening’s exertions. It seemed silly to think of what they’d shared as making love or something equally as cliché, but that was what it had felt like. Beckett was always so attentive to her needs, but more than that it was his seeing past all of her defenses to the real her and embracing that person wholeheartedly that had her thinking the L word.

Willa had loved that he’d taken her to his family farm the night before. Not only was it nice to get a small window into the world he grew up in, but the fact that he’d wanted to share that with her and no one else caused her heart to swell. Beckett wanted her to be a part of his life while also letting Willa be herself, not trying to control or change her. He liked her just the way she was, triggers and all, and she loved that about him. She loved a lot of things about him that added up to only one thing: she wasin lovewith Beckett. Willa waited for the inevitable fear and panic to creep up her spine and sink into her chest at the thought of being that serious with someone again, but it never came. She was safe with him. Safe to be herself, to be loved, andto love him in return.

Excited at the prospect of finally loving a good man, Willa lifted one eyelid to sneak a glance at Beckett only to find that he was already awake and staring down at her. “Good morning.” His voice was husky with sleep and if the hardness poking into her leg was any indication, a little desire too.

Willa squirmed and pressed against him, sliding her hand south in hopes that they would get another chance to express their feelings with a little morning romp. She enjoyed the light trail of fuzz that led to the Promised Land, letting the slightly springy hair tickle the tips of her fingers for a moment. Before she could move any further, his phone started to ring.

Beckett groaned, kissed her temple, and rolled to the side to snatch the device from the nightstand. “Kemp,” he grumbled into the phone. His discontent soon faded and he sat up in the bed, his arm still wrapped around Willa dragging her with him. “Yes. Yes, I can do that. See you soon, Chief.” Once he’d clicked off the call, Beckett looked at her apologetically. “Looks like I’m on shift.”

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