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 stayed in the leggings and his button-down that I pulled on after the shower in the hotel.
“And my girl doesn’t like the dark, so you won’t come home to a dark house. Ever.”
My eyes fill with tears. I can’t help it. Maybe it’s the exhaustion, but I think it’s the pure love this man shows me so effortlessly. It’s as if it’s his only mission in life.
Once he’s fully naked, he tugs me up to my feet and removes my clothes as well, then we climb into bed and snuggle together. Beck’s on his back, and my front is against his side, with one leg over his and my arm around his chest.
And for the first time since I felt that arsehole’s hand on me, I take a long, deep breath.
“I take it back,” I whisper against his skin into the darkness that doesn’t seem to bother me when I’m in his arms. “I’m not sorry. This is what I needed. Right here with you, in this bed.”
I feel his lips in my hair, and then he tips my chin up so he can cover my mouth with his. With that simple caress of his lips and tongue, heat moves through me in slow, delicious waves.
“I’m suddenly not so tired anymore,” I whisper against his mouth, and he grins as I move over him, resting on his chest because I can’t move my mouth away from his. I’m lost in the way his mouth feels against mine.
“Jesus, I feel like I haven’t had my hands on you in forever. Not like this.”
“Less than a day,” I murmur as I nibble the corner of his mouth, loving the way his whiskers feel against my skin.
“Too goddamn long.” His fingertips skim up and down my back, and my skin erupts with goose pimples.
I want to be the one in control for a little while. I think I need it after what happened earlier. So I kiss my way down to his chest, then his hard, rippled stomach, and glory in the feel of his smooth skin. He’s so … big. Everywhere.
“Your body is bloody brilliant, Beck.”
His chuckle turns into a moan when I drag my tongue between the hard lines of muscle, then kiss my way over to the V in his hip.
“This right here should be illegal. Or come with a warning label at the very least.”
“Irish, I’m about to flip you over—”
“Let me.” I lift my head and stare up at him, and I know my eyes plead with him to let me be the one to lead for a little while. “Please, a ghrá.”
His thumb drifts over my bottom lip, but he doesn’t stop me, so I continue my exploration and slip my hand over his already hard cock, from tip to base.
He lifts and thrusts into my hand with a growl so feral it makes me grin just before I wrap my lips around the crown, tasting the essence of him already there.
“Fucking Christ, Irish,” he grits out, fisting the bedsheets. His forearms flex, his veins pop, and Holy Mary, it makes my core flood with desire.
I briefly wish I hadn’t had him braid my hair so he could fist his hands there.
I’m kneeling between his legs, and all I want to do is take him deep into my throat and make him go bloody crazy.
“Your pretty little mouth looks so fucking good on my cock.”
He’s breathing hard, moving under me, and I’ve never felt more powerful. I take him deep, past the back of my throat as far as I can until tears form in my eyes, and I’m certain I’m going to choke until I pass out.
But I don’t.
I ease up, catch my breath, then do it again.
“Fuuuuck,” he growls. “You’ve got three more seconds, baby, before I lose control and take you.”
Satisfied, I pull up, firm my lips around him, and sink back down again, but this time, I keep it shallow and lick over the crown, humming.
“That’s it.”
Beckett sits up and rolls us over so I’m on my back, and he kisses me hard and deep as if his life depends on it. His big hand drifts down my torso, then his fingers are in my already wet pussy, and I cry out against his lips.
“You’re so fucking wet for me. Does sucking my cock make you wet, baby?” He kisses down my jawline to my ear as I nod. “You’re gorgeous. Every inch of you. And you’re mine. You hear that, Irish?”
I nod again because I’m pretty sure all of my words have left the building, but he bites my earlobe.
“Tell me.”
“Yours.” My voice is breathy, a little choppy. “I’m yours, a ghrá.”
“That’s right.” He nudges his way between my legs, and then he’s there. I lift my hips in invitation. “Fuck, you’re warm.”