Showing none of the patience he’d shown me, I shoved his briefs down over his hips. When I saw Beckett for the first time, I felt like it was Christmas morning and I’d saved the best gift for last.
On a scale of one to ten, Beckett was a solid fifty-five.
“Wow,” I said.
Beckett burst out laughing. “I can’t believe you just said that.” He cupped my face for a kiss.
I rolled over, reaching for the condom he’d dropped on the bed. I hadn’t seen a man’s cock in a long time. I’d read about them plenty of times, but even I had to admit that in this case, reading wasn’t the same thing as seeing.
Beckett was beautiful. Standing stiff and demanding, he was long and thick. Built for pleasure. I reached for him, wrapping my fingers around the base of his erection. I’d never thought a dick could be elegant, but Beckett’s was.
The noise he made was not.
He let out a guttural groan as I encircled him and squeezed. I watched his eyes glaze over.
“You know that scene inHeaven on Earthwhen Kate and Eric are at that fundraiser for dog toys?” I asked, my voice husky as I thought about one of my favorite scenes.
“Mmm-hmmm.”
I gripped him harder, loving how he stiffened to steel under my touch.
“You remember the part where Kate gets on her knees under the table?”
“Yes,” Beckett hissed through clenched teeth. “I wrote it.”
“I’ve read it a hundred times,” I whispered. “The pages are wrinkled. The binding is cracked.” I stroked and squeezed, just like Kate had done to Eric.
Beckett growled and captured my mouth in a bruising kiss. Fire burned through me as his tongue filled my mouth.
I was making out with Miranda Lockhart.
The thought made me feel feverish. The heat was too much. I was on fire.
Beckett ran his hand along the valley between my breasts and down my belly to cup my sex. My hips lifted to grind against his palm. Flares of heat shot down my spine as he dipped one finger inside.
Swallowing my moan with his kiss, he eased another finger in, stretching me wide.
My heart punched in my chest as I rode his hand, and I felt my muscles quiver.
“No,” I said, breaking the kiss and releasing my grip on his hard cock.
Beckett blinked down at me, startled.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice raw. “You don’t like it?”
“I like it too much.”
“There’s no such thing.”
I handed Beckett the condom. “I need you.”
Beckett’s eyes blazed as he took the condom, tore it open with his teeth, and rolled it on. I curled my hands around his neck and pulled his mouth to mine.
Our tongues met as he guided himself inside me. He did it slowly, with the infinite patience that I was beginning to understand Beckett used in all things. Beckett never lost control. He was deliberate in every movement, keeping himself in check the whole time as he sank farther into me.
My body burned with too much heat as he filled me. I breathed in the scent of his skin—clean spice and winter rain. When he pushed deeper, all the way inside, there was a moment so intense I squeezed my eyes shut.
“You okay?” Beckett asked, going very still. His voice was strained, and I could feel the tension pulsing through him. The beat of his heart filled me.
