Page 45 of One Touch

I had known Kate would come up with a dozen half-cocked ideas during the renovation, especially after her Instagram page blew up. I’d already mentally adjusted the budgets and timelines, but I was surprised that all her ideas truly did improve the renovation. The walk-in pantry would be a perfect utilization of the unnecessarily large back foyer.

The crew and I went to work immediately, reworking walls and framing out the new space. I’d personally torn down the wall that I’d pressed Kate up against.

Christ. I’m lucky she didn’t knee me in the balls and tell me to go to hell.

I needed to destroy the memory of that kiss—how pliable and needy she was under my hands. I scoffed at the idea I would ever forget that kiss.

Fat fucking chance.

Which was why, after a punishing day of manual labor at the farmhouse, I wanted to drown my sorrows with a hot bath and maybe even a bourbon on the beach.

After the bath did fuck all, I turned to the bourbon.

I couldn’t have Kate, that much I knew. She was my brother’s ex and my best friend’s little sister, two lines I’d been more than willing to cross when Kate started to run her mouth, and I wanted nothing more than to find decadent ways to shut her the hell up.

There was a bang at my front door, and heat prickled at my neck. I glanced at my phone. Typically Duke texted before showing up at the house, but there was nothing. Awareness washed over me, and a small part of me knew it was Kate before I even cranked on the handle and pulled open the door.

The gust of air from me jerking the door open lifted the dark ends of her hair. Her green eyes were wild with the inky, starry sky behind her.

One look at her and I snapped.

Before she could even speak, I reached out, cupped the back of her head, and pulled her mouth to mine.

I swallowed her gasp. Her hands clawed at my shirt, and she pulled me closer. I bent down, smoothing my hands over the curve of her ass, and I gripped her thighs, hauling her up. Her long limbs wrapped around me as we crashed together.

Needy mewls vibrated in her throat as I devoured her. My hands squeezed and massaged her thighs. One step backward and we were in my house. I kicked the door closed, slamming us into the door as I continued to feel every inch of her move against me.

Our kisses were deep, sloppy, andhungry.

Kate tasted like mint, and her floral scent folded over me. My cock hardened, begging to plunge inside her and finally—finally—claim her as mine.

One hand moved over her hip and up to her rib cage. My hand wound around the hem of her shirt, diving under to tease the underside of her bra. I flicked a thumb over the pointy tip of her nipple, and she moaned into me.

I pulled my head back. “Needy fucking girl.”

Kate’s hands went to the sides of my face. “Beckett.”

My name on her lips was all it took—the sweet, breathless sound of my name and the last bit of the tether holding me back snapped.

I swiveled, and with long strides I carried her through the house toward my bedroom. When my knees hit the mattress, I dropped her onto the bed. My body followed, covering hers and using my thighs to push her farther up the mattress. Her legs wrapped around me as her hips pushed into me.

I ground my hard cock against her. “Tell me to stop.”

Her brunette hair fanned around her. She sucked her swollen bottom lip into her mouth, fire dancing in her eyes. “No.”

I traced the line of delicate muscles in her neck and stopped, flattening my palm against her chest. Her heartbeat pounded beneath my hand.

“Such a fucking brat.”

A smirk pulled at her puffy lips. “Then maybe you should put me in my place.”

A low growl rattled in my chest as I sat up to get a better look at her. Her tiny denim shorts were shoved high between her legs. Through the leg opening, I could see the smallest scrap of smoky pink fabric covering her pussy. On the bed, her baggy sweater rode high on her ribs, covering something that looked like it was half bra, half shirt. I pushed the sweater up to get a better look.

The outline of Kate’s dusky pink nipples was barely visible through the lacy fabric. I scooped her breasts out, and her bra pushed the pointy little tips of her nipples into the air.

I loomed over her but lowered to suck her breast into my mouth. Using my tongue, I nipped and teased her. Inside I was screaming to punish her, devour her for making me lose control, but I could never hurt her. Using her gasps and moans as a guide, I tortured her with pleasure. My mouth sucked at her skin, marking her as mine.

“Oh my god, yes.” Kate’s hands slid into my hair, tugging at the roots. I shifted my hips into her, my aching cock pressing against the zipper of my pants. If she kept touching me and moaning like that, I was going to blow my load all over her before I was finished with her.

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