Page 63 of Forbidden Fruit

Three simple words, but they ignite something primal within me. I close the distance between us, cupping Becca's face in my hands.

"Are you sure?" I need to hear it. I need to know she's here because she wants to be, not because of some reaction to Jack's lies or manipulation.

"I've never been more sure of anything," she whispers.

I kiss her then, pouring every unspoken feeling into it. Her arms wind around my neck, her body molding against mine like she was made to fit there. I lift her easily, her legs wrapping around my waist as I carry her toward the bedroom.

"You're beautiful," I murmur, tracing my thumb across her full bottom lip.

Her hands slide up my chest, nimble fingers working at my tie, then my shirt buttons. "So are you," she whispers, pushing the fabric aside to reveal my chest.

I shiver as her cool palms press against my skin, exploring it with curious intensity. When her fingertips brush across my nipples, I can't suppress a groan.

"I've thought about this," she admits, her voice husky. "About you. About us."

"So have I," I confess, lowering my head to kiss the sensitive spot below her ear. "More than I should have."

She arches beneath me as I trail kisses down her neck, my hands finding the zipper of her dress. I pause, seeking permission in her eyes. She nods, lifting slightly to help me ease the fabric down her body.

The sight of her in delicate black lace steals my breath. "Christ, Becca."

Her hands return to my chest, pushing my shirt off my shoulders. "Too many clothes," she murmurs.

I stand to remove the rest of my clothing, feeling her eyes on me as I strip down to my boxers. When I return to the bed, she reaches for me eagerly, pulling me down for a tender and hungry kiss.

"I want to take my time with you," I tell her, trailing my fingers along the curve of her waist. "It’s only been two days, but I’m fucking starving for your pussy."

She shivers. "We have all night."

"All night," I agree, unclasping her bra with practiced ease. "And every night after, if you'll have me."

The lace falls away, revealing perfect breasts that fit exactly in my palms. I lower my head, taking one rosy nipple into my mouth, relishing her sharp intake of breath. Her fingers tangle in my hair, holding me close as I lavish attention on first one breast, then the other.

"Clive," she gasps, her hips rising to meet mine.

I slide lower, trailing kisses down her stomach, my hands hooking into the waistband of her panties. I look up, seeking confirmation once more.

"Please," she breathes, lifting her hips. “I need you, Clive.”

I remove the last barrier between us, revealing her completely. For a moment, I simply take her in—the curve of her hips and

"You're perfect," I whisper, settling between her thighs.

I part her gently with my thumbs, revealing slick, pink flesh that makes my mouth water. When I lower my head for the first taste, her back arches off the bed, a strangled cry escaping her lips.

"Oh God," she gasps, fingers clutching the sheets.

I take my time, exploring her with my tongue, learning what makes her tremble, what draws those delicious little moans from her throat. Her taste is intoxicating—sweet and musky and uniquely Becca. I could stay here for hours, worshipping her with my mouth, but her need is growing urgent.

"Clive, please," she begs, hips rocking against my face. "I need more."

I slide two fingers inside her, curling them to find that perfect spot while my tongue circles her clit. Her thighs begin to shake, her breathing growing ragged.

"That's it," I encourage, feeling her tighten around my fingers. "Let go for me, beautiful. I need to hear my girl come."

When she shatters with my name on her lips, her body arching like a bow, hands tangled in my hair. I work her through it gently, easing her down from the peak until she collapses, boneless and panting.

"Come here," she breathes, reaching for me.

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