Page 23 of Bring Me Back
My eyes are level with his chest for only a moment before his hand slides around my throat, tipping my head back until his golden eyes meet mine. It’s bewitching, the way he can stare straight into the depths of me without any effort.
“I’m thinking that kissing you is the closest I’ve ever been to touching the sun. I’ve waited patiently. I won’t wait anymore. I know you want me, I know you always have. I’m yours, Willow. Everything I am, everything I have, it’s yours.” He slides one strong arm around my waist, pulling my body up to his level, crashing his lips against mine.
The taste of him explodes across my tongue, and I’m drowning in him all over again. I don’t know how I ever survived without kissing this man. Our lips meet in arush of urgency, the room around us fading into nothing. All I can feel is the thrum of my heart pounding against my ribcage, threatening to break through. In the past, I would’ve been afraid of him trying to pick me up. I’m not a small girl, I never have been. At 5‘2” and nearly two hundred pounds, I know I’m thick. But he lifts me with ease, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of my thighs. His hands find the curves of my ass at the same time my legs wrap around his hips, two pieces of a puzzle made to fit together so perfectly. I melt into him, my hands gripping his shoulders, clawing at his back, desperate for anything that will anchor me in this moment.
His kiss deepens, slow at first, then hungrier, tongues clashing, shallow breaths shared, our bodies drawn together like magnets. It’s not just the unrestrained passion I feel every time he touches me. It was something more. It’s a silent confession, a longing, a need to feel and be felt.
When we finally break apart, foreheads resting together, lips still tingling, eyes locked, it feels like something has shifted. There’s no more back and forth, will we or won’t we. Beckett has always been willing to go all in for me, it just took me longer to catch up. But I know now I will never let him go. This is the one thing in my life, the thing I’ve always wanted just for myself. This feeling, this obsession, the pure happiness and need he pours into me.
“Tell me to stop, Willow. Tell me right now,” he says, but I shake my head, my nails scraping down the back of his neck. A low growl rumbles through his chest.
“Never again. I’m yours, Beck.” His grip tightens against my thighs as the words leave my mouth. Before my mind catches up, he’s lowering my body down onto the couch behind me, his body hovering over mine.
His lips never leave my skin. I’m panting shamelessly, desperate for him. A groan crawls up my throat as his hands skim up my legs, sliding under the thin cotton of my shorts. He’s inches away from going further than I have with any man in years. I try as hard as I can to shove the fear deep down into the darkness in the back of my mind. I want this more than I’ve ever wanted anyone to touch me in my life. I can feel every solid inch of muscle and bone and desire in his body pressed against mine. I can’t help the tremor that overtakes my hands, and before I can hide it, I know he felt it. He stops, his body stilling.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I-” he kisses me, silencing my apologies before I can get them out.
“I’m not. You are perfection, Willow. You areeverythingI want. But I won’t pretend to understand the war going on in your mind right now. All I can do it tell you that I am obsessed with every inch of you. You are the most beautiful creature I’ve ever laid eyes on. And I am fucking desperate to be inside you. But I will wait. I’ll wait forever if that’s how long it takes for you to knowwithout any fear or uncertainty that you are the end of my story, not a stepping stone to something else. Not a punching bag. Not beneath me. Beside me, a partner in this life and every life after this one.” His eyes bore into mine, and it’s so fucking hard not to fall head over heels in love with this man when he says beautiful things like that.
I’m soaked, I can feel it. Hearing him talk about the way he wants me with such conviction is an adrenaline shot straight to all the neediest parts of me. Judging by the way his eyes dilate when he slides his nose down the column of my neck, breathing me in, he knows exactly what he does to me. A whimper escapes my mouth as my teeth clamp down on my bottom lip.
“Please,” I whisper, and he groans.
“Fuck, baby. Say it again,” he demands, nipping at my neck. His need for me feels primal, barely restrained.
“Say what?” I ask, breathless. I’ll say anything he wants to hear as long as he keeps his hands on me.
He traces a path across my collarbone, hooking a finger in the v-neck of my tank top and pulling it to the side to expose more of my sensitive skin to him. His touch is all teeth and tongue and fire, marking my flesh, branding me in a way I wish was more permanent.
“Beg me to touch you,” he says, and my core clenches at the order.
“Touch me, Beck, please.Please,”I beg, just as his mouth closes around my nipple through the thin fabricof my top. He toys with my piercings, and I’ve never been happier to have given into the girls when Kelsea suggested we all needed piercings. His thumbs dig into the flesh just above my hips, and a strangled cry escapes my throat as my hands wrap around his head.
“I want to taste you, Will. I don’t ever want to push you further than you’re willing to go, but I-” he says, always considerate with me.
“Yes,” is all I say before he’s gripping the neck of my tank top and ripping it down the center. The sound of fabric tearing is equal parts aggressive and erotic, only intensified by the fact that he’s still fully clothed. He pulls my shorts down my legs, leaving me lying beneath him in just my black lace panties. Something told me after I showered earlier that these were the right choice for tonight. If the look on his face is any indication, I was right. The man is starving, and I’m the only meal on earth capable of satisfying him.
“How much do you value these?” He asks, slowly tracing the edge of the lace just below my belly button.
“Considering they’re my only pair of sexy underwear, I value them a lot.” I smirk, knowing I’m trying to muzzle a rabid dog. He looks up to the ceiling, begging God for the patience he needs in this moment, I’m sure.
Slowly, he hooks his fingers in the sides and gently slides the lace down my thighs. Goosebumps dance across my skin, and I’m painfully aware I’m lying beneath him completely naked. He wants myconfidence. I chant it over and over like a mantra in my mind until my spine straightens. I fix my eyes on his and I see the pride in his eyes.
“That’s my girl. So fucking beautiful it kills me. Your body is perfection, a masterpiece I’m lucky to behold.” He sits back on his heels, just staring at me, memorizing every inch of my skin. He palms his cock through his pants, groaning before falling back on top of me as his lips trace a path from my collarbone to the sensitive skin around my nipple. His mouth closes around it, wet heat engulfing me as his tongue swirls around the delicate peak and cool metal. My core clenches, begging for his attention. My hips buck as he sucks slowly, drawing desperate moans from me.
“Beck I…please just…I need…” I can’t form a complete thought. My mind spins with every movement of his tongue, every touch of his hands against my skin. I’m aching for him to move lower, to fill this need within me.
His arm snakes up between my breasts, his palm encircling my throat. He squeezes, but nothing like I’ve felt before. The way he touches me is measured, intentional, done with only the desire to bring me under his control. The pressure against my neck is intoxicating. I’m almost embarrassed to admit how much it turns me on. Almost.
“I know exactly what my woman needs, Willow. I can feel your body tensing, your pulse racing. Fuck, I cansmell your sweet pussy from here, pretty girl. I know you want to come for me. I know you dream about how badly you want that release. You need it, don’t you, baby?” He says, fingers flexing against my throat. My hips buck up against him, my mind unable to form a functional thought long enough to give him an answer.
“As you wish,” he says, heat radiating from his fingertips as he kisses a path up my inner thigh. He bites the sensitive skin there, his teeth sinking in hard enough to leave his mark and drawing a sharp gasp from me as my back bows off the couch. His hand around my throat tightens, and I swallow instinctively.
“Don’t move. I’ve been waiting a long time for this, I’m gonna savor every single second.” He groans, his voice deeper than I’ve ever heard before.
“Beck, it’s just-” my mind spins, the sensation of his head between my legs, his lips barely hovering over my core, his hand wrapped around my throat, his everything everywhere around me. I can’t breathe. It’s been years since anyone has touched me in any way that could be considered intimate. And no one has ever done what he’s inches from doing right now. How did I make over thirty years without experiencing this?
“I will always take care of you, Willow. In every single meaning of the word.” He says, the tip of his tongue teasing my center. “When was the last time someone gave you the release you deserve?”
