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God, it felt so good. My knees dug into the leather beneath us, and I lost myself in him. It was so easy to do when I knew he was a soft place to land. I trusted him and was so lost my filter disappeared, and my last thought tumbled out of my mouth.
“I trust you,” I whispered. “With my heart.”
Realizing what I said, and the truth of my words, I leaned back and peered down at Beckett. The change in position pushed his cock deeper inside me, and my eyelids fluttered at the pressure and size.
Beckett’s large hands slipped higher up my waist, and I reached for the bottom of his shirt, tugging it over my head and dropping it to the ground beside us. His palms were warm just beneath my breasts, and I loved the way he looked at me. Like I was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen and the most special person in his life.
Steadying myself with my hands against his shoulders, Beckett leaned forward. His hand tangled in the back of my hair and tugged, forcing my head to drop back. My pussy clenched inappreciation of his demanding touch, and Beckett groaned against my jaw.
I liked my moment of control, but my baser instincts desired his dominance.
His lips continued to blaze a trail down my neck, over my birthmark, and between my breasts. One hand still in my hair, the other wrapped around my waist, he urged me to move. He flexed his palm against my lower back, and I dragged my hips back and forth, grinding down on his thick length.
“You can always trust me,” he murmured against my breast. “Your heart is precious, baby girl. It’s safe with me.”
He punctuated his words by wrapping his lips around my nipple and sucking until pleasure speared down my stomach and directly to my clit. With his brutal grip on my hair, I murmured curse words toward the ceiling between desperate panted breaths. Every time I bounced on his cock, each movement was needier than the last. Done with slow and easy, his words ignited a hot desire.
Digging my nails into his shoulders, I rode him hard. He released his hold on my hair, and I dropped my head back down, watching him grasp my breast and circle his tongue around my nipple.
I ran my fingers through his hair and shifted forward. I slipped up his cock until only his thick head was stretching me open, and I paused a moment before I slammed back down. Beckett fell back in the chair, his head hitting the leather behind him, and the most toe-curling groan slipped from his lips.
My hips dragged up and down his cock in a brutal pace that propelled us both toward that ecstasy. I could feel it and brush it with my fingertips, but then I looked down at Beckett, and it was there. It was on top of me and bearing down with its full force. The honesty and warmth in his eyes was enough to send me freefalling into him.
My orgasm spurred Beckett’s, but his attention stayed fixed on me as we both gave ourselves over to the pleasure. And withthe euphoria, another feeling expanded in my chest. It made me lightheaded and took my breath away. I knew later I would analyze and fret over what that feeling meant, but in that moment, I could only let it wash over me.
How big and warm it felt. How it was way too early to be feeling it, but I wasn’t sure there was anything I could do about it either.
FORTY-TWO
WRATH
Beckett
Pullingup to Addison’s apartment, our perfect little bubble well and truly vanished.
Our weekend couldn’t have gone better. It was the perfect way to ring in the new year, and I would have done anything to make it last forever.
Silently, I gathered her bags, and we walked into her apartment. She flipped on the kitchen light and peered around the space. She tapped Oli’s enclosure, checking on the snake that I was still warming up to, and turned back to me with a sad smile tilting her lips.
I set her bags down next to the couch and crossed to her. She tilted her head back and sighed as I brushed my hands down her arms.
“I know this is really random, but I realized when we walked in here that when I was living with Owen, I didn’t have any space that was justmine.He was…everywhere,” she said with a groan. “So, I tried so hard to make this placemine.To make it myhappy place, but…”
Her words trailed off, so I prompted her to continue. “But?” I asked, tucking her hair behind her ears.
She dropped her head down, staring at her hands between us, and took a deep breath. “But it feels a little weird now because I would rather be with you.”
Fuck, did she understand how wrapped around her finger I was? How deep I was with her?
My instinct was to give her whatever she wanted. If she wanted me to stay, I’d stay. Or hell, if she wanted to move in with me, I would’ve made that happen.
In less than two months she’d plowed her way into my life on a cloud of color and sunshine and made herself an inextricable, vital part.
And every day, especially when she said things like she would rather be with me or that she trusted me with her heart, it made it harder to keep those feelings to myself. No matter if I worried that it would scare her off or was too early based on an arbitrary relationship timeline we were all subject to, whether we wanted to be or not.
“I can stay,” I admitted, but she glanced back up at me with humor-filled green eyes and shook her head.
“No, you can’t,” she said. “You have to go back to work, and so do I. I’m a big girl, so I’ll survive a day without you.”
