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I wrap my lips around her nipple, pluck it through my teeth, and push two fingers inside, and she moans.

“You know,” I whisper against her ear, “I used to think your laugh was my favorite sound you make. But then I discovered that fucking amazing moan of yours, andthatis my favorite sound.”

“You’re going to ruin me for all men, aren’t you?”

I grin, lick up the side of her throat, and nudge my way between her thighs.

“Hell yes, that’s exactly what I’m going to do.”

Because I’ve found my way to heaven, and I don’t think I’ll ever want to let it go.

ChapterTwelve

SKYLA

No one has ever, in my entire life, looked at me the way Beckett is looking at me right now. As if I’m every desire he’s ever had in bodily form, and he’s going to permanently mark me as his.

And yes, this may be our second date, but I’m not at all against that idea.

I already found him attractive and sexy, but it’s also his genuine generosity that has sucked me into his orbit. He bought four beds for my bloody dog, for feck’s sake. Who does that? He offered me the spare bedroom … He’s such a good man. And the way he takes control of my body so respectfully? So attentively? I didn’t know this level of sexy and gallantry was possible. He’s every fantasy I’ve ever had. I don’t know if I’ll recover from him.

“Your body is beautiful,” he murmurs as he kisses down my neck and over my chest. “If I’m too much, just say so. We’ll take it slow.”

I moan, but it almost sounds like a whine because I don’twantto take it slow. I want him inside me, fucking me into this mattress like a man should.

But I simply bite my lip.

“Say it.”

“Why is it that you can read my mind?”

His lips quirk as he takes his cock in his hand and nudges the head through my wetness, up and down, making my hips move with him.

“I can see when you want to say something. Say it. Always. Don’t hold back with me, Irish.”

“I don’t want you to go slow.” His eyes narrow, and I swallow hard. “See? You don’t want to hear that.”

He grips the hair at the back of my neck, and I groan. He presses just the broad tip of his cock into me, then leans forward to whisper in my ear.

“I want your words,” he says, exciting me. “Doesn’t mean you’ll always get what you want, not until I’m ready to give it to you, but I need to know what you need because your pleasure is the only thing that matters to me. For this first time, I have to go slow, baby. I don’t want to hurt you.”

He kisses me softly, and I melt into the bed. His kisses are like a warm summer day, and I would be perfectly content to have his lips on me all the time.

He grabs a condom from the bedside table and quickly sheaths himself. When he starts to push forward, he doesn’t miss my sharp inhale at the sting of him stretching me despite how sopping wet I am.

“That’s why,” he murmurs, nuzzling my neck. “Trust me, I want to fuck you hard and fast because you feel so damn amazing, but I refuse to hurt you. We have to get you used to me, baby.”

“You’re incredible.” I push my fingers through his hair, down to his beard, and guide his mouth to mine.

I can’t get enough of his kisses, of how his whiskers feel on my skin. And as he sinks farther into me, brushing my tongue with his own, he presses deeper down below. My muscles relax, letting him in until finally, he’s seated fully, and we’re both struggling to breathe.

“You’re so damn tight.” His voice is thick and rough as he rests his forehead on mine.

“You’re so damnbig.” I grip his arse hard. “Please, Beck.”

“Tell me.” He brushes his nose back and forth against my own. “What do you need?”

“Pleasefuck me.”

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