Page 104 of Tangled Up

I can barely breathe. Nodding quickly, I hold out my hand. “I dreamed of this so many times… I would love to be a part of your family, but more than that,” I rise on my knees to kiss his lips, holding his gaze with mine. “I would love to be your wife.”

His blue eyes smolder, and he stands, lifting me to my feet and hugging me close. “You’ve made me happier than I’ve ever been in my life… and I’m wondering if you’re strong enough for me to show you how happy I am.”

I lean forward, speaking sultrily in his ear. “The doctor said I could resume all my usual activities.”

The ground disappears beneath my feet, and I scream a laugh as he tosses me over his shoulder and jogs the short distance to the beautiful house we’ll make our home.

A house full of happiness and dreams, forgiveness and hope.

And love. So much love.

CHAPTERTHIRTY

BECK

“Give it to me.” Carly is on her knees in the middle of my bed, sliding her fingers along the waistband of my jeans.

I thread my fingers in the sides of her hair as I gaze into her beautiful eyes, as I kiss her eyebrows, working my way down to her cheek.

It worked.

I took her hand and walked into the past, straight into the night I couldn’t let go. It was painful. My guilt and failure were a knife that never dulled, that sliced through me every time I remembered what happened. It was a wound that wouldn’t heal, until she released me.

She forgave me.

Hearing her say the words I’d been told so many times allowed me to hear them at last. It wasn’t my fault. I didn’t cause it. I could put down that heavy, heavy weight.

Now I’m so light, holding her in my arms, kissing her lips. I’m free.

Except with her? With her, I’m a slave.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.” Cupping her cheeks, I move lower to her neck, pulling the delicate skin between my teeth, sliding my lips across her collarbone.

Her fingers thread in my hair, and she kisses my ear, her lips grazing the shell as she whispers, “I want you inside me.”

It’s a trigger straight to my cock already straining in my jeans. Straightening, I cover her mouth with mine, plunging my tongue into her mouth, curling it around hers. Her hands are on my shirt, pulling it higher. I take a moment to whip it over my head.

She does the same, pulling her shirt over her head and letting her dark hair fall all around us in messy waves. Her bra is the next to go, and I cup her creamy breasts in my hands, circling the pads of my thumbs over her hardened nipples.

Her head falls back with a hiss, and I lean forward to kiss, suck, bite at the perky little peaks. We fall together backward on the bed with her under me, and I kiss my way down her stomach, pausing to trace my tongue lightly around her navel as she sighs.

The little noises she makes as I kiss her register straight to my aching cock, and her scent flips my body into overdrive. I want her all over me. I want her beneath me. I want her insides squeezing around me as she comes.

With a sharp jerk, I rip her panties away. She cries out, rocking her hips closer as I lean forward to circle my tongue all over her softest skin, where she’s wet and needy.

“Beck!” She gasps, threading her fingers in my hair, and I’m teasing her clit, coaxing her with little licks, gentle nibbles, until she’s rising off the bed to meet me.

Standing, I quickly shove my jeans away and catch her leg right behind the knee, lifting it so I can drive to the hilt into her hot, clenching core. Her hands are over her head, pressing against the headboard, and I thrust harder, faster.

Every moan makes me wild. My head lowers, and I bite at the tips of her nipples. “I love that sound.”

“God, yes…” She clutches the back of my neck, drawing me closer. “Harder.”

Her words are a drug, and I move faster, drilling as she rises to meet me with every thrust. I’m lost in a haze of lust and building orgasm, and I pull back, flipping her onto her stomach and catching her by the hips.

“Give me that ass.” She looks over her shoulder, and when our eyes meet, I slam balls deep into her clenching core.

One hand is on her hips, the other is between her legs, circling her clit as I take her from behind. She cries out, bucking against my pelvis.

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