Page 65 of When We Break

His mouth is going to be my undoing.

“You’re not going to come on my face, Irish.”

I hate to break it to him, but it sure feels like I am.

“You’re going to come on my cock.”

“Beck.”

I’m tugging on his shoulders, needing him to move up and push inside me. He hears my unspoken request and kisses his way up my body. He bites a nipple, then has my legs over his shoulders, and he’s inside me again, kissing me.

“Taste yourself. I want you to taste how incredible you are, baby.”

It’s too much. His words, his cock, and the taste of myself overwhelm me, and I swear that I explode into a million pieces, seeing stars and feeling like I’m breaking apart.

With a roar, Beck follows me over, rocking through his climax, and then we’re a tangled, heaving, spent beautiful mess.

And when he raises his head to smile down at me, my heart catches.

“If you’re trying to kill me”—I have to swallow hard—“you’re doing a good job of it,a ghrá.”

He smirks and drags his nose down my jawline, making me shiver. “What did that mean?”

I swallow hard again and frown. I didn’t mean to say that out loud.

“It’s just an Irish term of endearment.”

He growls against my skin. “Did you know that your accent gets heavier when you’re turned on?”

I smirk and hug him to me as another shiver rolls through me. “Doesn’t surprise me.”

“Are you cold?” he asks.

“No, those are post-orgasmic tremors.”

He snorts and sucks on my neck, and that only makes my core tighten again.

“Beck.”

“Yes, Irish?”

“You’re heavy.”

He doesn’t pull away, but he does brace himself on his elbows to take some of his weight off me.

And then, like magic, the power comes back on again. I hear the fridge kick on in the kitchen, and the hum of electricity settles around us. Beck lifts his face to look at me.

“Our sexy bubble is over,” I whisper, feeling disappointed as I drag my fingers through his whiskers.

“I’m just happy you’re okay.”

“I don’t know if I’ve ever been better, and that’s the truth.” But I wiggle beneath him. “I could, however, use some water and the bathroom.”

“You can have whatever you want.”

He lifts himself off me, pulls up the sweats, and takes my hand to help me up. And then, I remember that my leggings are ruined.

“I guess I should change clothes, too.” I pull his shirt over my head and inhale, enjoying having his scent wrapped around me. “Since these pants are ruined.”

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