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“You’re right.”

He leans down, his mouth stopping a mere inch away from mine. “We’re on the same page?”

“Definitely.”

He brushes his lips along the underside of my jaw. The blistering contact on my skin sends a thrill of shivers coursing through my body. My nipples harden, aching with need, just begging for his touch and his mouth.

Oh my God, I’m going to melt.

“I like the sound of that,” he says. “Do you know what I’ve been dying to do all night?” His gaze never leaves mine as he lowers his mouth, touching his lips to mine. “I bet you taste real good.”

His stunning blue eyes are consuming me.

If he doesn’t kiss me, I’m going to go insane.

His mouth comes crashing down on mine, hard, hungry and unwavering. A soft moan escapes my throat and my lips part. He slips his tongue into my mouth, searching for mine. The dance that ensues is mind-blogging. My hands cup his face before they travel to the back of his head until my fingers tug at his hair. He responds by threading his fingers through my hair and fucking up my messy updo.

“You should let it down more often,” he says, pulling away from me, his fingers still interlaced in my strands. His lidded eyes are dangerous. “I can just imagine what it would be like to fuck you from behind while fisting your gorgeous, silky hair.” His words cause my clit to tingle, but when he tugs on one lock, pulling hard at the nape of my neck, I close my eyes and let out a low desperate moan.

Just when I think things can’t get any better, Beckett ratchets the passion factor by kissing the hell out of me.

God, yes.

I didn’t know it was possible to make love with your mouth because that’s exactly what Beckett is doing. It’s been so long, I would’ve been happy with a peck. This all-encompassing, combustive kiss is more than I could ever wish for.

I lose myself with no hope of ever finding my way back.

And right now, I really don’t want to.

The kiss is so potent, we both pause for a shuddering breath. We exchange a lop-sided grin before Beckett assaults my lips again. He devours my mouth in a primitive display of possessiveness I’m unaccustomed to. It makes me feel sexy as hell.

After what seems like a blissful eternity, I break free of his embrace, gasping at the sheer size of him pressing against me. Desperate to get closer, I fling my evening bag across the room. It goes crashing somewhere, but neither of us care. I pull up my skirt and lift a leg before circling his waist. I let out a small yelp when he pushes against me with his hips, holding my ass in place with strong hands.

Mother of God.

I’ve never had sex standing up before. I’m not sure this qualifies as sex, but I’m sure it qualifies as a holy-Jesus-yes-yes-yes. Beckett’s heavy breath warms my ear, punctuated by each hard thrust that pins me to the shaking door. It’s like he’s fucking me with our clothes on.

I’m almost embarrassed by my naïveté and inexperience.

Wow. I didn’t even know this was a thing.

When his mouth finds mine once more, I surprise us both when I bite his lower lip.

“You’re a wild one,” he says.

“You make me do wild things.”

“This is only the warm-up, baby. You’ll be a beast when I’m done with you.”

I giggle.

He doesn’t crack a smile.

“I want your other leg around my waist.” I frown, unable to comprehend how that’s going to work. “Do as you’re told.”

When I follow his command, Beckett uses the door as an anchor. He runs skilled hands down my thighs and hooks his arms underneath my legs, pulling them apart until they nearly reach my shoulders.

Holy shit, he’s strong.

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