Page 75 of Teach Me to Laugh

I kicked off my boots, shucked my jacket and was halfway across the living room when he spun around on his stool to greet me.

My fingers worked the buttons of my thin sweater and I dropped that to the floor moments before the thin camisole followed. I was in my bra at the end of the couch, Beckett’s stunned eyes on me, when my hands began to work the button of my jeans. Then Beckett was there and he was taking my wrists in his hands, guiding them up and over his shoulders.

He hauled my body up against his, and in response, my legs wrapped around his waist. I hadn’t been in the mood since seeing Jayden on Saturday. But even before, I hadn’t felt as though I had the freedom to take him this way—but now, well; I was free.

“I see you’re up for a study break.” The words were spoken between hot kisses against his neck. I knew he was taking me to our bedroom, and I couldn’t wait until he dropped me onto the bed, stripped and took me.

God, I couldn’t wait.

“I’m up for this break lasting all night, baby.” He replied, moving through the doorway and into the dark room. A gap in the curtains showed a thin sliver of amber light from the streetlamp, but the rest was ensconced in shadows.

Beckett dropped me to the bed and I bounced, gasping in anticipation as I watched his hands move to remove his shirt, and then he unbuttoned his jeans. But he didn’t remove them. Instead, he bent and pressed his mouth to my hip. He kissed mehot and wet, sucking and nipping gently at my skin. And then I felt his fingers dipping into the band of my jeans. Slowly, he pulled the material down my legs until I was in nothing but my lacy sky blue underwear.

Starting at my ankle, Beckett kissed up the length of my leg as I writhed in need on the bed. I let the sounds my body begged to make break free—and they did. Moans and pants of need spilled into the dark silence as Beckett took his time kissing me.

“Feeling a little frisky?” The deep sound of his voice rumbled through my whole body. “I like it.”

“God,” I pleaded. “Please.”

“I know what you need,” he promised. “I’ll make sure you have everything. Always.”

“I need it,” I whispered, “hard.”

“Fast.”

“Yes.” See how perfect he is? He always knows—everything I need, he justknows.

His hands moved to my panties and I lifted my hips quickly, helping him to remove the material. As he stood back to remove the remainder of his clothing, I pushed up off the bed to unclasp my bra. I wanted him now without barriers. I wanted him hot and full. I wanted him raw and real. I wanted him now.

“Now.” I said, dropping back to the bed as he moved over me. And then he dropped his weight to my body, caging me beneath him as I took his length between my legs. And on one long hard thrust, I had him. All of him. Hard and fast. Exactly how I needed.

“Amara,” he grunted.

“Beck,” tossing my head back, I moaned. “Yes, that’s it. God, yes.”

“Hold on.” He commanded. I obeyed with just seconds to spare as he flipped us so I was on top. And then he sat up, still moving his hips beneath me, pushing deeper inside.

It was a whole new angle—and a whole new sexual experience. Wild. Hot. Passionate.

He took my mouth and I gave him everything, tearing free from every hold the past had had on me as I fell into a new future and a new promise for more with a good man I trusted and loved. And when we came undone, we came crashing into bliss together.

“I love you.” I cried into the wet skin of his neck, tasting the salt of his flesh on my tongue and feeling the race of his heart against my chest.

“You know I love you, Amara.” He murmured, his lips against my shoulder as our bodies shuddered in the aftershocks of our passion.

It was a moment of unbridled beauty. A moment to remember. A moment one might engrave in their memory for forever.

It was later as we cuddled side by side on the bed, tangled in blankets that Beckett twisted to face me. He was gazing down at me like I was the key to Pandora’s Box, filled with mystery, wonder, and even some wickedness.

“Do you want to talk about it, Mar?”

“About what?” My chest fluttered in wonder at how well this man had come to know me.

“About whatever happened tonight.”

I thought about lying, but I sensed that he would somehow know if I did, so instead, I shook my head. “Not yet, if that’s okay?”

He frowned, but his eyes didn’t tear away from their intent study of my face. “All right,”

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