Chapter 54
CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
BECKETT
Sunday morning at my place looks a lot like a tornado hit our bedroom.
I’m sitting on the edge of the bed, drinking my first cup of coffee, and enjoying the morning.
Elsie stands in her underwear, surrounded by a kill zone of rejected outfits.
Beans has claimed a discarded pair of leggings as a nap spot, Mr. Snugglebutt and Pork are hiding under the bed, probably terrified they’ll get caught in the line of fire.
She’s gorgeous, even with her hair chaotic and her face twisted in pure panic as she wrestles with outfits.
“Sweetheart,” I murmur, biting back a grin. “You don’t have anything to worry about.”
Elsie jumps like she didn’t know I was watching. Both shirts hit the ground. She groans and buries her face in her hands. “Everything just looks so…” she throws her hands up in the air, “blah.” She exhales, rolling her eyes.
She looks so fucking adorable, I want to pin her to the wall and distract her.
Instead, I cross the room, kick a few fashion casualties out of the way, and wrap her in my arms from behind. Her hair smells like that fancy conditioner she uses, and her skin is soft as hell under my palms. I close my arms tightly, caging her against my chest.
“Relax,” I rumble into her shoulder. “You’re going to knock them dead. They’re going to love you.”
She leans back, tension slowly melting from her shoulders. I drag my nose along the edge of her wild hair and let my hands roam down her arms, slowly and heavily, pinning her tight to my chest. “There you go. Feels better, doesn’t it?”
She lets out a shaky breath and nods. Her skin’s as soft as velvet, and her body fits perfectly against mine, like she was engineered in a secret lab just for me. Fuck. I have to grit my teeth to keep from throwing her on the bed and kissing her until she forgets her own damn name.
I press my lips against the shell of her ear, feeling the delicate skin warm beneath my breath. "You don't have to impress anybody," I murmur, my voice dropping to a gravelly whisper. "You're fucking perfect exactly like this."
She shivers against me, her bare shoulders prickling with goosebumps. "I'm mostly naked," she reminds me, glancing down at the cream-colored lace of her bra against her freckled skin.
"Exactly." I capture her earlobe between my teeth, giving it the gentlest tug before releasing it. "Just the way I like you."
Her wild, copper curls tickle my jaw as she turns her head, blue eyes sparkling with mischief despite her anxiety. "I doubt your parents will appreciate your girlfriend showing up half-naked."
It's the perfect opening. My heart hammers against my ribs as I reluctantly release her, crossing the room in three long strides to the bedside table.
The drawer slides open with a soft scrape.
"Probably not," I agree, my fingers closing around the small velvet box I've kept hidden for weeks.
"But they won't care what my fiancée is wearing. They’ll be too busy planning our wedding. "
Elsie freezes. For a split second, she just stands there in nothing but her lace bra and that wild halo of curls, staring at the little velvet box in my palm.
Holy fuck. My heart’s going a mile a minute.
I cross the room in three long steps and drop to one knee right in the middle of our battlefield of discarded clothes. I don’t even care if I look like an idiot. I’d do anything to make her mine.
She covers her mouth with her hands, blue eyes huge and shining.
“Elsie Berg,” I growl, voice rough as I flip open the box and hold it out to her.
The diamond catches the light, damn near blinding, but nothing holds a candle to the way she’s looking at me.
“You belong with me. Always. I want to spend every single day making you laugh, making you happy, making you come so hard you forget your own name. Marry me and let me keep you and Mr. Snugglebutt forever.”
She covers her face, but I see the tears shimmering in her eyes as she peeks at me through her fingers. God. She’s so goddamn adorable. “Are you serious?” Her voice cracks, all wobbly and soft, and it hits me right in the fucking chest.
“Dead serious, sweetheart.” I stay on my knee, heart pounding so loud it’s probably audible across county lines. “I want you as my wife. I want to wake up next to you every day. I want you to have my last name and at least six babies. Marry me, Elsie. Please.”
She doesn’t move. For a second, I think I’ve broken her. Then she laughs, wild and beautiful, and launches herself straight at me, nearly knocking us both over in the heap of clothes and tangled limbs. I barely catch the ring box before she tackles me onto my ass.
“Yes!” She’s gasping, laughing, crying all at once, her curls flying everywhere. “Oh my God, yes, I’ll marry you.” She drops to her knees and wraps her soft arms around my waist. “But six babies is pushing it. Why don’t we start with one and see where it goes from there?”
“Sounds like a plan to me.” I’d agree to just about anything to make her happy. “We can start working on the first one right now.” I lean over and cover her soft lips with mine.
Her taste explodes on my tongue, and I can’t get enough.
I haul her tight against my chest, drinking down her little gasp as I devour her mouth.
Fuck, she’s perfect. I want to throw her on the bed and spend the next hour making her scream my name, but she pulls back, breathless, cheeks flushed, curls everywhere.
“Wait,” she whispers, laughing as she wipes a happy tear from her cheek, “if you keep kissing me like that, we’re going to be late for brunch.”
I grin, not letting her go. “Nobody in my family shows up on time.”
She melts in my arms, rolling her eyes as I nuzzle her neck. “You’re terrible.”
I nip her earlobe and growl, “And you’re stuck with me now, fiancée.”
She laughs, the sound breaking apart on a gasp as I spin her in my arms and back her up to the bed. “You’re damn right I am.” Her eyes go wide when I pin her wrists above her head and drag my mouth down her silky throat.
She’s shivering under me. I’m so fucking hard, it’s almost criminal. I nip at her collarbone and watch a flush bloom instantly over her gorgeous skin.
All I care about is Elsie, laid out beneath me in nothing but lace, her wild hair spread across my sheets, blue eyes shining like I just handed her the keys to the universe.
I tear the last scraps of fabric from her curvy body and run my hands down her curves, memorizing every inch.
She trembles as I nip her perfect tits, sucking her nipples until she’s moaning my name.
I palm her thighs and spread her open, watching her flush pink as I bury my face in her sweetness.
She tastes so fucking good it blows my goddamn mind.
I lick her slowly, savoring every drop, then grab her thick thighs and push her open even wider.
Elsie’s already wrecked, moaning my name, but I want to watch her come for me.
I want her to lose control so hard she forgets why she was stressed in the first place.
She fists both hands in my hair and arches up off the bed, begging for it.
“Please don’t stop. I’m so close…”
Music to my ears. I lock her hips down and flick my tongue over her clit, then suck hard until she bows off the mattress.
She comes with a desperate scream, legs shaking, soaking my face, and losing her goddamn mind. I don’t stop. I eat her through every aftershock, dragging it out until she’s limp and panting, curls wild on the pillow, blue eyes gone hazy.
I drag myself up her body and kiss her hard, tasting her all over again. She’s limp beneath me, totally fucked out, and I love it. I want her ruined for any other man. I want her shaking and desperate and knowing I’m the only one who can do this to her.
I’m rock hard, cock throbbing, desperate to get inside her.
I fist my dick, stroke it twice, then press the thick head right up against her perfect, soaked pussy.
Her legs fall open, and she whimpers as I push in slowly.
Inch by inch, I fill her up, stretching her tight walls around me.
She makes the hottest noises when she’s like this—all soft, needy, and totally at my mercy.
“Oh my God,” she moans, nails digging into my arms. “You’re so big, I can feel you everywhere.”
Fuck, nothing has ever turned me on faster.
I bottom out, balls pressed flush against her as I grind my hips, giving her every fucking inch until her back bows off the mattress and she screams my name.
God damn. Her pussy clamps down on my cock, so tight and wet it almost milks the soul right out of my body.
I grab her thighs, spreading her wide, and pound into her with slow, ruthless strokes, making sure she feels every thick inch. “You like that, sweetheart?” I grunt, watching the way her tits bounce with every hard thrust.
Elsie’s voice is wrecked, pure desperation. “Yes, yes, yes… I love it.”
Fucking hell. I’m obsessed with the way she begs for me. I pin her wrists above her head with one hand, anchoring her to the mattress as I slam in deep, grinding hard against her swollen clit.
She stiffens, and I know she’s about to shatter for me. Fuck, I love breaking my girl wide open.
“Come for me, sweetheart. Let it go,” I snarl, grinding my cock in deep and circling her clit with my thumb, relentless and ruthless, until her pretty blue eyes roll back and she screams my name like she’s never coming down.
Her pussy clamps on my cock so fucking tight it damn near rips the soul right out of my body.
I slam in again, pinning her wrists above her head, and hold her open so I can watch every second of her coming apart for me.
Her tits bounce, skin flushed, curls wild across my pillow. She’s a vision. Mine. Forever.