Page 47 of One Touch

My hands found her plush hips as I slowly pushed into her. “That’s it, baby.”

Her head fell back. “Jesus. I’m so full.”

My heart beat faster as she squeezed around me. “That’s only about half. I have more for you. You can take it.”

“Beckett. Yes. Oh ...”

Stuffing myself into her tight little pussy was ecstasy.

Hot. Wet. Snug.

I stilled, letting her adjust, and when she started to move her hips, I began pumping. Sliding through her little cunt, over and over, I fed her every solid inch of me.

The more I moved, the more I felt my soul separate from my body. Kate was perfect—strong, pliant,illicit.

Mine.

She had no idea, but she had completely ruined me for any other woman, and all it had taken wasone touch. As I moved, I gently dragged my fingertips down her torso, committing every smooth line to memory.

I wound my hand around the back of her neck. “Look at me.”

Kate’s eyes fluttered open, and her emerald-green gaze captured me. I swallowed thickly, my declaration lodged in my throat. I wanted to tell her I was sorry for being an asshole. Sorry for the heartbreak my brother had caused her. Sorry for anything in her life that caused her sadness. And I wanted to vow to make right anything in her life unworthy of her.

Kate was everything, and somehow I hadn’t seen it. I had been too stubborn to see the warrior hidden beneath the pretty princess.

A soft smile graced her lips as I brought us closer to the edge. As her pussy clamped down on me again and she called out my name with her release, my own orgasm broke free. I collapsed on her, breathing in the soft perfume of her hair and gathering her in close.

SEVENTEEN

KATE

I had thoughtBeckett was about to say something when he applied gentle pressure to my neck and ordered me to look at him. The expression on his face was soft but tortured. Instead of sweet words, he looked at me with reverence.

It was enough.

His sticky, chiseled body was draped over mine. I’d never been so spent—so used up—in my entire life. I ached with the most delicious kind of soreness, from head to toe. His heart beat in his chest, galloping in time with mine.

When I had stormed over to his house, I had every intention of chewing him out for ignoring me,again, all day, because he was in a pissy mood. I fully planned on giving him a piece of my mind and letting him know that he couldn’t just kiss me and then bark orders the rest of the day.

Little did I know he was going to snap and the domineering, controlling part of him would be so goddamn hot. I always knew I liked when a man took charge in the bedroom, but holy smokes. Beckett was next level.

That’s a good fucking girl.

Praise kink unlocked? Check.

My body hummed with contentment. I let out a satisfied sigh, and Beckett shifted to lie beside me. His large arms wound around my body, pulling me close and snuggling into my hair. I never would have guessed Beckett Miller was a cuddler.

The wall of the bedroom faced Lake Michigan, and the panoramic windows were closed, but they still allowed for an unobstructed view of the water. Against the dark night sky, the crashing waves were barely visible in the distance. The bedroom itself looked as though it was hanging off a cliff. I peered into the darkness, but not at the water. Instead, I admired the reflection of Beckett’s muscular body wrapped around mine.

In another world, a life with Beckett could be heavenly. For now, whatever kind of affair this was turning into would have to be enough.

“Mmm.” Beckett sighed into my hair again. “I didn’t even ask you why you came over.”

A soft laugh bubbled up in my chest. “I came to yell at you.”

He pulled me closer. “You can still yell at me if you want to. I like seeing you all riled up.”

I rolled my eyes. “You’re insufferable.”

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