Page 65 of One Touch

My hand ran up her back and around her ribs to tease her nipples.

“Please, Beckett.”

“I’ve got you, Princess.” I fished out a condom from my pants pocket and, once it was on, lined myself with her entrance. Her hips tipped backward, urging me to fill her.

I drove into a bent-over Kate. Balls deep, I reveled in the fact that her flimsy panties stretched and tore around her thighs. My hands held her steady as she held on to the chair, and I sank into her.

I pulled her hips down as I drove into her at a demanding pace.

Words tumbled out of me without hesitation. “You are everything.Thisis everything.”

I would process those words and why I couldn’t seem to hold them back later.

I was too lost in her.

“I need you. I need to see your face.” Swiveling her around, I gripped her thighs and hauled her up to gently place her on the ground. I pulled her underwear down her legs as my body covered hers. I wasted no time sliding back inside her.

We moaned in unison as we reconnected.

My hand traveled a path down her face and neck. One of her arms hugged around my back, holding me close, while the other raked over my chest. I captured her hand and pressed it against the beating of my heart.

“Your body is mine, but this”—I planted my hand on top of hers to trap it, to make her feel the erratic thumps beneath her palm—“this is yours.”

Kate’s hips moved beneath me, matching my fevered pace as she tumbled over the edge. I swallowed her cries with a kiss, following right behind her and pouring every ounce of myself, every emotion I was too afraid to feel, into her.

I was drowning in her, but if someone had tried to hand me a life raft, I would have refused to take it.

Awareness slowly came back to me as my senses began working again. Our heavy breaths. The smooth melody of whatever song was still playing through the speakers. The whistles and claps from across the alleyway.

Shit.

Kate heard it, too, because she immediately buried her face in my shoulder. “Oh my god,” she hissed. “Can they see us?”

I lifted my weight from her, still shielding her from any possible viewers, and looked around. The patio had a privacy fence, but high-rise buildings loomed over us. It waspossiblesomeone could see us if they really wanted to, but it sounded like the whoops and applause were coming from behind the cover of the privacy wall.

“I don’t think they could see us, but they definitely heard what was going on.” I couldn’t help the goofy grin that spread across my face as I looked down at Kate.

She blushed under my assessment and huffed out a breath. “You know, it would be really nice if I wasn’t embarrassed immediately after every time we had sex. First your mom, now this?”

At that, I laughed. “We can work on that.”

I rolled off her, careful not to crush her any more than I already had. The concrete floor of the patio was made barely more comfortable by the outdoor rug, but it certainly wasn’t suitable for lying on.

As I unfolded myself, I held out my hand. “Come on. Let me take care of you.”

A deep, contented sigh filled the air, and her arms reached high above her head. “Mmm. You already did. But,” she continued, “I did have plans for that bathtub.”

Smiling, I pulled her from the ground and did my best to smooth the knotted hairs on the back of Kate’s head. A sharp pang sliced through me at the sight.

Damn it, man. She deserves better than a kinky fuck on the outdoor patio.

I ground my teeth together, determined to pamper her in a way she deserved.

TWENTY-THREE

KATE

My head was spinningas I lowered myself into the warm bath. Beckett sat across from me, only the ghost of his signature scowl at his lips.

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