Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 100713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 504(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 504(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
He put his lips to my ear. “I’ll ride you any way you want.”
I shivered, even though I was hot all over. “Right here, right now?” I asked, moving one hand between us, slipping it inside his waistband this time. Curling it around his thick, hard flesh, I recalled the way it felt inside me and my insides quickened.
Instead of answering, he put his mouth on my throat and undid my bra. A second later his hands were on my ass, hauling us both to our knees.
He put my back on the warm wooden dock and stretched out beside me, his fingers easing beneath the edge of my underwear. Using his thumb against my clit, he rubbed soft circles that had me moaning and rocking my hips beneath his hand. With his tongue teasing mine, he worked two fingers inside me, groaning as he plunged them in deep.
I moved my hand up and down his length, anxious to feel him moving inside me, desperate to feel irresistible once more, longing for that deep sensual connection I’d felt with him last night.
“Beckett,” I said, bucking up beneath his hand. “Now.”
He groaned. “But this time I wanted to—”
“No!” I grabbed his head, forcing him to look at me. “I just want you inside me again. Don’t make me wait.”
He hesitated, and I was afraid I’d have to beg. I stared into his blue eyes and knew I wasn’t above it.
But then he was tearing my wet panties off and shoving his briefs from his legs. He moved over me and I opened my thighs to cradle his hips. As he eased inside me, he pinned my wrists to the wood above my head, and I looked up at him, every inch of me alive and on fire. Every beat of my heart reminding me that I could still feel. Every gasp and sigh and growl and moan an affirmation that drowned out every other voice in my head.
We moved in perfect sync, as if we’d always been this way together, and maybe we had in our dreams. “I used to imagine this,” I said breathlessly, as my body stretched to take him in, “what it would be like with you.”
“And?” he managed, moving slow and deep.
“It’s better,” I whispered, my eyes moving over his broad chest and wide shoulders and gorgeous mouth and back to those faded blue eyes that made me feel so safe. “It’s so much better.”
And then we were lost to it—the sun beating down on our skin, the water lapping beneath the dock, the scent of sweat and sunscreen and sex all around us. He drove into me with abandon, and I cried out as the orgasm broke open inside me, my eyes closing, my body contracting around his. He came right after me, his body going plank stiff as his cock throbbed, his grip tightening on my wrists.
In complete contrast to how I’d learned to disconnect from my body during sex, I reveled in every sensation, I relished being in my skin, I held still so I could feel every rhythmic little pulse of him inside me. I never wanted it to end.
My God, I thought, barely able to breathe. Was this how it was always supposed to be?
“I was going to build a house on this property. That’s why I bought it.”
Beckett’s voice was low and quiet as he brushed his fingertips over my bare back. I was lying on my stomach on the dock, arms crossed beneath my temple, eyes on him. He lay on his side next to me, head propped on his hand. The sunlight was warm on my skin.
“Why didn’t you do it?” I asked.
“Wasn’t much point. I could already tell that my dad wouldn’t be able to live alone much longer. So I rebuilt the old house for us instead.”
“Well, it’s really beautiful.”
“Thanks.”
“And big.”
“Yeah.”
I hesitated before asking my next question, but decided to go for it. “Do you see yourself having a family there one day?”
Beckett’s hand stilled on my lower back. “Probably not.”
“How come?”
“It just doesn’t seem like it’s in the cards for me, with my dad and all. But I like being an uncle,” he said, moving his hand up and down my spine again. “All of the fun, none of the hard stuff. I get to send them home when I’m done playing with them.”
I smiled. “Fair enough.”
“I do wish they lived closer. I like having kids around.” He was silent for a moment. “I’ve been thinking of selling this land to Griffin.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, he and Blair want a bigger place—they’re just living over the garage right now, in Griffin’s apartment. But they want more space. They want a family.”
“Ah.”
“I guess at one point, Griff’s dad was gonna buy this land and build here once he retired. But he had a heart attack and died before it could happen.”