Page 115 of Heartsmashed
I didn’t even get the chance to tell him to do something about it. He somehow already had my belt undone and was shoving my pants to the ground before the words were even out of my mouth.
Damn he was good.
So good I missed the part where he’d left his boxer briefs behind somewhere, because when he reached for my ass and pulled me in to him, his erection rubbed up against mine and I almost lost it right then.
His lips stayed fused to mine as he lowered us to the mattress, me flat on my back and his hard body flush against mine. I got lost in his kisses, the urgency building, but both of us taking the time to explore, to feel and touch and learn each other all over again.
He rocked his hips over mine slowly, his cock giving mine all the friction I needed, and then he planted his hands by my head and pulled back to look at me. Even in the dim light of the cabin, his blue eyes were bright and mesmerizing, holding me spellbound.
His fingers came up to trail softly along my jaw. “You’re beautiful.”
That was the moment my heart stopped. Because I could feel the emotion behind those two words and knew he meant it. He wasn’t just telling me what I wanted to hear; he was telling me what he wanted me to know.
Beckett thought I was beautiful. Had anyone ever actually called me that before?
I wanted to tell him I felt the same. That he was the most stunning man I’d ever seen, that he looked at me like no one ever had before. And that it meant everything.
But while I usually had more than enough words, even the wrong ones, I found myself unable to speak, too caught up in him and the overwhelming way he made me feel.
“I know,” he whispered as he tipped my face up to his and kissed me again.
Of course he did. He read me better than my own family, and while that should’ve scared me, it felt too right.
He nudged my legs wider, settling between them as I slid my hands over his shoulders and down his back, holding him as his mouth moved over mine before trailing lower. His hand wrapped around my dick, and I sucked in a sharp breath.
“Beckett…”
His tongue circled my right nipple, teasing and flicking it to a peak as he looked up at me under his lashes.
“Oh God. Feels so good.” I arched my neck against the pillow, my body craving more of him even though he was everywhere. He stroked our dicks faster, sucking on my other nipple, watching me with hooded eyes, so damn sexy that I found myself moaning and begging.
“You need something?” His breath was hot against my chest.
“I think you know.”
He gave me a wicked smile and sat up between my thighs, giving our cocks another long drag that left me gasping.
“I want you like this,” he said, his eyes trailing over me writhing beneath him.
I could barely nod. “I want that too.”
Thank fuck the lube was within reach, but when Beckett reached for a condom, I stilled his hand.
He looked back at me. “Are you sure?”
“It’s you and me,” I said softly.
I knew he got it. That he understood. That we were on the same page, making the choice to be together with nothing else between us. No lies. And…
“No one else,” he said.
I shook my head.“No one else.”
The condom dropped from his hand as his mouth crashed down on mine; he kissed me deeper than before, cementing that promise with his lips, his tongue, everything else left unsaid for now.
He lifted up only long enough to lube his fingers and then he lowered back down on top of me, our mouths meeting as he pushed one finger inside of me, then another, stretching me, getting me ready for him, all while he told me with his tongue exactly how he felt about me.
But because I was greedy, I still needed to hear it.
