Page 99 of When We Break

“That’s it.”

Beckett sits up and rolls us over so I’m on my back, and he kisses me hard and deep as if his life depends on it. His big hand drifts down my torso, then his fingers are in my already wet pussy, and I cry out against his lips.

“You’re so fucking wet for me. Does sucking my cock make you wet, baby?” He kisses down my jawline to my ear as I nod. “You’re gorgeous. Every inch of you. And you’re mine. You hear that, Irish?”

I nod again because I’m pretty sure all of my words have left the building, but he bites my earlobe.

“Tell me.”

“Yours.” My voice is breathy, a little choppy. “I’m yours,a ghrá.”

“That’s right.” He nudges his way between my legs, and then he’sthere. I lift my hips in invitation. “Fuck, you’re warm.”

He slips inside, filling me, making us both moan.

“And tight. So goddamn tight. Am I hurting you, baby?”

“Never.” Cupping his cheek, I scratch my fingers in his soft whiskers. “You’d never hurt me. God, it’s so bloody good,a ghrá.”

He smiles before he kisses me and moves his hips in a circle. I’m pretty sure my soul just left my body.

He pulls my nipple into his mouth and licks the hard nub before moving to the other side to give it the same attention. My body ison firefor this man.

“I need to get closer,” he mutters against my neck. “I can never get close enough.”

“Pull my leg up,” I whisper. He does, but only hooks it around his elbow, which opens me way wider. He’s able to go deeper, but that’s not what I meant. “More.”

He frowns down at me, and it makes me grin.

“Push my knee into my shoulder, Beck.”

He shakes his head. “I don’t want to sit up.”

“You don’t have to.”

I love that he doesn’t want to hurt me, but I’m a ballerina.

So I show him. I pull my leg up myself, and his eyes go wide.

“Push inside me now,a ghrá.”

He does, and now he’s bottomed out, and he groans before covering my mouth with his.

“Jesus Christ, you’re flexible.”

“Perk of the job.”

He snickers, then he’s moving once more, and neither of us is laughing.

“Fuck, Irish, I need you to get there.”

“I’m there.” I feel the contractions start. The heat rolls through me, and it feels like my body explodes into a million pieces, with Beckett there to collect every single one and put me back together again. Is that roar the sound of my blood in my ears, or Beck falling over with me? I think it’s the latter, and the next thing I know, he’s reversed our positions again, and I’m lying on top of him. He’s still inside me and hugging me as if his life depends on it.

“I love you,” he says as he brushes loose hair off my cheeks and cups my face. “God, I fucking love you. I want you to sleep, baby.”

“I love you, too.”

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