Page 49 of When We Break

I kiss the inside of her thigh and look up into eyes so bright, I’d swear they were emeralds.

“Tell me what you need.”

“Inside me. Fingers, tongue, I don’t care.”

“Good girl.” I bite that soft flesh before I push two fingers inside her, and she cries out. Her muscles contract around my fingers as I press my tongue against her clit, swirling it around, and she comes in a gorgeous wave that leaves me breathless. “God, you’re beautiful.”

Kissing my way up her body, I lift her onto the bed, but when I move to crawl over her, she shakes her head.

“You get naked,” she instructs me.

“Irish—”

“Don’t youIrishme. I need to see the muscles under that bloody shirt, Beck. Right now.”

I quirk up an eyebrow, and she catches her forefinger in her teeth.

“Please.”

I cover her without stripping off the clothes and kiss her cheek and her chin. When she closes her eyes, I whisper, “Eyes on me, beautiful girl.”

When she obeys, I reward her with a kiss while my hand slides down her side to her hip.

“I’ll take my clothes off since you asked nicely, but I don’t want you to get this twisted, Irish. I’m in charge in this bedroom.”

“Dominant side much?”

“You have no idea. If that’s a problem, you need to say so.”

She swallows hard, but she’s not afraid, and that’sexactlythe reaction I want.

“No problem for me.”

“Just tell me if thereisa problem. I want your words.”

“I can do that.”

With a nod, I kiss down her body, circle my nose around her navel, and then press a hard, sucking kiss over her pussy before I stand and reach over my head to pull my shirt off.

Her eyes go glassy as they journey down my torso, taking in every inch of muscle and spattering of hair. While she’s distracted, I pull her socks off.

“Beck—”

“I want all of you,” I reply, lifting one foot to press a kiss in the center of the arch. They definitely show signs of years of hard work, and when I see the embarrassment move through her eyes, I kiss her ankle and then the front of her shin. “You’re beautiful, baby. You worked hard, and your feet are the evidence of that. They’re your battle scars, and I will kiss every bit of them.”

She wrinkles her nose, but she doesn’t look embarrassed anymore.

“You want my pants off?”

“Ofcourse, I want your pants off.”

With a smirk, I unfasten the jeans, push them down my hips, and step out of them. Then I pull my briefs off and stand before her. The way her eyes light up and she bites that lip is a great boost to my fucking ego.

“You might break me after all,” she says, her gaze pinned to my cock.

“No way.” I fist it, give it a tug, and then crawl back on the bed with her. “You’re so wet, baby, you’ll take me. But there’s no rush.”

“Except I want you, Beck. So yeah, there’s a rush.”

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