Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 97724 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97724 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
I quirk up an eyebrow, and she catches her forefinger in her teeth.
“Please.”
I cover her without stripping off the clothes and kiss her cheek and her chin. When she closes her eyes, I whisper, “Eyes on me, beautiful girl.”
When she obeys, I reward her with a kiss while my hand slides down her side to her hip.
“I’ll take my clothes off since you asked nicely, but I don’t want you to get this twisted, Irish. I’m in charge in this bedroom.”
“Dominant side much?”
“You have no idea. If that’s a problem, you need to say so.”
She swallows hard, but she’s not afraid, and that’s exactly the reaction I want.
“No problem for me.”
“Just tell me if there is a problem. I want your words.”
“I can do that.”
With a nod, I kiss down her body, circle my nose around her navel, and then press a hard, sucking kiss over her pussy before I stand and reach over my head to pull my shirt off.
Her eyes go glassy as they journey down my torso, taking in every inch of muscle and spattering of hair. While she’s distracted, I pull her socks off.
“Beck—”
“I want all of you,” I reply, lifting one foot to press a kiss in the center of the arch. They definitely show signs of years of hard work, and when I see the embarrassment move through her eyes, I kiss her ankle and then the front of her shin. “You’re beautiful, baby. You worked hard, and your feet are the evidence of that. They’re your battle scars, and I will kiss every bit of them.”
She wrinkles her nose, but she doesn’t look embarrassed anymore.
“You want my pants off?”
“Of course, I want your pants off.”
With a smirk, I unfasten the jeans, push them down my hips, and step out of them. Then I pull my briefs off and stand before her. The way her eyes light up and she bites that lip is a great boost to my fucking ego.
“You might break me after all,” she says, her gaze pinned to my cock.
“No way.” I fist it, give it a tug, and then crawl back on the bed with her. “You’re so wet, baby, you’ll take me. But there’s no rush.”
“Except I want you, Beck. So yeah, there’s a rush.”
I wrap my lips around her nipple, pluck it through my teeth, and push two fingers inside, and she moans.
“You know,” I whisper against her ear, “I used to think your laugh was my favorite sound you make. But then I discovered that fucking amazing moan of yours, and that is my favorite sound.”
“You’re going to ruin me for all men, aren’t you?”
I grin, lick up the side of her throat, and nudge my way between her thighs.
“Hell yes, that’s exactly what I’m going to do.”
Because I’ve found my way to heaven, and I don’t think I’ll ever want to let it go.
Chapter Twelve
SKYLA
No one has ever, in my entire life, looked at me the way Beckett is looking at me right now. As if I’m every desire he’s ever had in bodily form, and he’s going to permanently mark me as his.
And yes, this may be our second date, but I’m not at all against that idea.
I already found him attractive and sexy, but it’s also his genuine generosity that has sucked me into his orbit. He bought four beds for my bloody dog, for feck’s sake. Who does that? He offered me the spare bedroom … He’s such a good man. And the way he takes control of my body so respectfully? So attentively? I didn’t know this level of sexy and gallantry was possible. He’s every fantasy I’ve ever had. I don’t know if I’ll recover from him.
“Your body is beautiful,” he murmurs as he kisses down my neck and over my chest. “If I’m too much, just say so. We’ll take it slow.”
I moan, but it almost sounds like a whine because I don’t want to take it slow. I want him inside me, fucking me into this mattress like a man should.
But I simply bite my lip.
“Say it.”
“Why is it that you can read my mind?”
His lips quirk as he takes his cock in his hand and nudges the head through my wetness, up and down, making my hips move with him.
“I can see when you want to say something. Say it. Always. Don’t hold back with me, Irish.”
“I don’t want you to go slow.” His eyes narrow, and I swallow hard. “See? You don’t want to hear that.”
He grips the hair at the back of my neck, and I groan. He presses just the broad tip of his cock into me, then leans forward to whisper in my ear.
“I want your words,” he says, exciting me. “Doesn’t mean you’ll always get what you want, not until I’m ready to give it to you, but I need to know what you need because your pleasure is the only thing that matters to me. For this first time, I have to go slow, baby. I don’t want to hurt you.”