In two long-legged strides, he reached for me. His arms closed around me, and his lips crashed down on mine.
I couldn’t think. I couldn’t stop the moan of pleasure that pushed past my lips. His hands slid down my back, molding me to every inch of his iron-hard body.
I clutched his shirt front and stretched higher on my toes, unable to get close enough to satisfy my craving of him. His taste. His smell. The feel of his smoothly shaved cheek rubbing against mine. I wanted more of him. I wanted everything.
Beckett shifted his lips from mine, and I protested by clinging tighter. He reached past me and shut the door on Aslan’s curious face, then both his hands were back on me. He backed me up, and then his mouth was on mine again.
I wound my arms around his neck and brushed my fingers over the crisply clipped hair at the nape of his neck. The soft bristles undulated under my touch. The skin below was silky smooth. My busy fingers trailed down his collar and around his throat to the first button.
Beckett stepped back before I could work the button free. He dropped to his knees in front of me and reached up to encircle my waist. His eyes flashed up, and I could see the desire pulsing through him. A thrill raced through me as his thumb slipped under the waistband of my jeans.
He’d told me he wanted me to belong to him. I’d meant to tell him I didn’t belong to him, or anyone. But I couldn’t find the words. I wanted his mouth. We’d talk later. We’d work everything out. I would say I didn’t want a relationship. I didn’t do romance. He would understand.
My thoughts went hazy as Beckett unclasped the button on my jeans and dragged down my zipper. His eyes stayed on mine the entire time he pushed my jeans over my hips, burning through me, seeing everything. Could he tell how terrified I was? Could he hear the thoughts banging around inside my head?
He lowered his eyes to look at me, and the noise he made—somewhere between a growl and a moan—melted me. His eyes devoured the delicate lace that covered my sex, then shot up to mine, hot and hungry. The panties were one of my favorites. A purple lace thong embroidered with bright orange flowers, it plunged low in the front, covering only the essentials. A tiny bow at the top of the low V added a touch of sweetness.
Beckett’s eyes snapped up to mine. “Can I kiss you?”
The rasp in his voice made my knees quake. The first words spoken between us since my arrival scorched through me. The memory of Beckett’s promise echoed in my head. Once he put his mouth on me, it would be the same as a brand searing my heart. It would mark me as his woman.
The hot pads of his fingers eased under the elastic band at my hips. My skin sizzled from his touch. I could feel the puff of his breath against my thigh, so close to my center, but not nearly close enough. I wanted his mouth on me—yes. But was I ready to give my heart? Not a chance.
I braced my hands on his shoulders and felt the flex of his muscles as he spread his hands over my hips to cup my bare cheeks. His eyes were on mine, smoky hot beneath inky lashes. I couldn’t take the heat of his gaze. I reached up and pulled off his glasses, afraid they would spontaneously combust from the fire in his eyes.
Beckett kneaded my soft flesh, one hand tracing along the elastic band up and over my hip. He flicked the bow on my panties. I shivered, and he grinned up at me.
“You want me to kiss you?” He slid his thumb under the lace at the inside of my thigh. “You want my mouth on you?”
“Yes.” I wanted it. I needed it. I was on fire for it. “But…” I leaned my head against the door and watched from slitted eyes as Beckett hooked his finger under the scrap of lace and tugged it aside. His warm breath brought chills to my skin.
“Let me give you what you want.” He scraped his chin against my inner thigh. He was so close that I could feel his lips move when he spoke. “Let me inside that big beautiful heart,” he said against my skin. “Let me give you everything you need.”
My heart thundered so hard in my chest I thought it would burst. I let Beckett’s glasses slip to the floor and threaded my fingers in his hair.
“Yes?” Beckett asked, teeth nipping at my thigh.
I nodded and squeezed my eyes shut as he brushed kisses across my belly.
“Not good enough, Princess,” he said in a tightly coiled growl. “I need your words.” He nudged the delicate lace of my panties aside, his breath stirring my mound of blonde curls.
A frantic spasm of need tore through me. “Yes.” The word burst from my mouth, ending on a desperate hiss.
As soon as the word ripped from my mouth, I had what I wanted—Beckett’s mouth trailing fire over my skin. His tongue lapped at the inside of my thigh. I bucked my hips against his face, desperately wanting more. The sound Beckett made was just short of feral as he hooked his fingers around the thin lace and yanked. The elastic snapped, and the lace fell away.
My blood roared in my ears as Beckett spread my thighs apart. He grabbed my hips, tilting me up like a dessert he couldn’t wait to devour. My breath came in hot little pants as he spread me wider. His fingers stroked over me, sliding through my wetness. His thumb brushed over my tight bundle of nerves, and I whipped my head back. Pain ricocheted through me as my skull banged on the hard wood and then pleasure flooded me when Beckett pushed a finger inside.
I clutched his shoulders as his velvet tongue licked up my seam. He eased me closer, burying his face against me as he sucked and probed and did things with his tongue that I didn’t think possible.
A riot of sensations built inside me as he swirled his tongue over my sensitive flesh, nibbling, sucking, gently biting…
I writhed against him, losing all sense of shame as I rode the waves of pleasure on his magic tongue.
“Yes.” The word tore from my throat, ragged and wild.
Beckett groaned against me. The added vibration was my undoing. A savage orgasm crashed over me. I didn’t have time to fight it. I had no choice but to surrender and let myself tumble into the thrilling abyss. Beckett’s arms tightened around me. He hitched my leg up higher, catching me as I fell.
Words scrambledover each other in my head, struggling to form a story. One name kept repeating over and over, trying to break past my lips.
