Chapter 33 #2
The condom dropped from his hand as his mouth crashed down on mine; he kissed me deeper than before, cementing that promise with his lips, his tongue, everything else left unsaid for now.
He lifted up only long enough to lube his fingers and then he lowered back down on top of me, our mouths meeting as he pushed one finger inside of me, then another, stretching me, getting me ready for him, all while he told me with his tongue exactly how he felt about me.
But because I was greedy, I still needed to hear it.
I kissed down his jaw as he pushed inside me deeper, my breath hitching before I managed, “Say it again. That you want me.”
Beckett’s entire body stilled, even the talented fingers inside me, and he met my eyes. Like he wanted me to see he meant his next words.
“Sawyer, I want you more than I’ve wanted anything in my life. Not because of this moment right here, but because I want all of your moments.”
I hadn’t realized how much I needed to hear him say that, those words striking that tender place inside my chest that wasn’t hardened from my past hurts.
I was sure he could see my reaction before I pulled him down to me, because I could feel the sting behind my eyes. I wanted to be loved by this man one day. I wanted all of his moments the same way he wanted mine.
He entered me slowly as we lay there, face to face, coming together in a way we hadn’t before. Maybe because this time we knew we’d been close to losing each other.
Beckett lifted my arms up over my head and entwined our fingers, whispering my name like a prayer as he thrust inside me, over and over again.
With nothing to hold on to, I was lost to him, giving him complete control, and fuck that was a turn-on.
I loved that he took charge, in the bedroom and out of it.
That my needs were always a priority…and my orgasms.
“Oh God.” The words ripped out of me as he hit my p-spot, and a wicked smile curled his lips. He began to pull out and I thrust my hips up, trying to get him back where I wanted him, but that smile only grew.
He let go of my hands to reach between us, circling his fingers around the base of my erection. Between his jerking my dick and driving deep inside my ass, I was in pleasure overload.
And the visual? Unmatched. There was nothing, and I mean nothing, hotter than Beckett over me, his muscles flexing, a sheen of sweat on his skin, his blond hair starting to dampen at the edges.
Those blue eyes locked on mine, giving me everything as the sound of our ragged breathing filled the room.
I dug my fingers into his chest, needing something to hold on to, because I was getting dangerously close.
As though he could sense it, he kicked things into high gear, his hand moving faster, his cock tunneling deeper inside me.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him in closer, needing to feel the weight of him on me and all that sweat-slicked skin.
He felt so good, his groans in my ear spurring me closer and closer…
“I want you to come all over me.” His voice was rough and low with a desperate edge to it that made me feel so powerful. He was just as close as I was, just as needy for me as I was for him, and that was what sent me over the cliff.
My body clenched around him still deep inside me, a cry escaping my throat as he watched me fall apart for him with the most intense orgasm I’d ever had.
Nothing could compare to the high. It was like I was floating over my body, having passed away from the sheer rapture of it all, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to ever come down.
With his eyes on mine, Beckett’s hips jerked erratically, his breath hitching, and when he stilled, I felt his release explode inside me.
I wrapped my arms around him, holding him tightly through it as he came undone. My arousal had coated his abs and it was warm and slippery between us, giving me a supreme satisfaction that I’d marked him in some way.
As he came down from his climax, he kissed me, slowly, thoroughly, holding my face like I was the most precious thing in the world.
For a long time, we didn’t say anything, just got lost in each other’s eyes as our breathing slowed, and it was the kind of comfortable silence I never knew there could be between two people.
So content and blissed out that words weren’t even necessary anymore.
Just like before, he took his time cleaning us off, with all the care I was coming to know from him. And then he climbed under the sheets with me, my head resting on his shoulder, our legs tangled together, and held me close.
He slowly rubbed my back in a way that made my whole body feel safe and wanted, and his voice was low as he murmured, “You alive?”
“Barely.”
“Should I apologize?”
“Don’t you dare.”
I could feel his low chuckle beneath my cheek and tipped my head back to look at him. He very nearly took my breath away. There was a soft smile on his lips, and his eyes were full of emotion that destroyed any last hope I had of safeguarding my heart.
I reached up and traced his swollen lips with my index finger. “I’m glad you didn’t leave.”
“I couldn’t.” He shook his head. “I couldn’t leave you, Sawyer. And I won’t. Not as long as you’ll have me.”
Damn. The man knew exactly how to make me melt. “Does that mean you’re open to renegotiating our contract?”
His eyebrow winged up. “What are the terms?”
“Well, a week wasn’t nearly enough, you know? And I’m gonna need you around for future family functions and work events. And I’ve gotten used to sleeping beside you every night, so I guess I’m looking for something a little more…open-ended?”
“Sounds like you’re wanting a long-term contract.”
“Maybe I am.”
“I see. Where do I sign?”
A slow grin curled my lips, and I reached for him, sealing the deal with a kiss.
Maybe we still had things to figure out and trust to rebuild. Dates and life once we got back to the city. Morning coffee and long conversations, and whatever happened once we left the resort and returned to a world without all the noise and family chaos and exes…and judgmental horses.
But for tonight, this was exactly where we needed to be. Beckett’s arms around me, his heartbeat under my ear. No lies left between us. Only the future ahead.
For the first time in a long time, my heart didn’t feel like something smashed beyond repair. It felt bruised. Tender, but wide open. And somehow still beating. Still hopeful.
Ready for whatever came next.