Page 101 of Spicy Ever After
Has prepared me.
For this fucking bliss.
His lips. His teeth. His tongue. His stubble. His moans.
I. Feel. Everything.
“Oh, God, Beck?—”
My breasts have never ached like this. He draws one hard nipple into his mouth and sucks me deep, the tug of his suck echoing in my pussy.
“I had—” Breath saws from me. “No idea?—”
My fingernails claw into his hair, making him groan around my boob. I wrap my legs tighter around him to grind against him, both grateful and awed by his strength. He drives against me, heat pouring off him.
I’m panting. Needing.
“More… More,” I beg, angling my chest. “The other one?—”
Beck releases my left breast and mashes his face into the right one, and the sight of his wild worship is almost enough to set me off.
Almost.
“Oh, God—More?—”
I grind as hard as I can, clench my ass tighter, chasing the promise, but I need more. And I’ve never been so sure of what I wanted in my life.
“Please… Please Beck… I need you inside me.”
Beck bites the white flesh of my breast. “Fuck, yes?—”
When he lifts his face to mine, sweat dots the skin above his lip and his pupils are inkwells. He shifts my weight, bracing me harder against the wall, and then his right hand is on my cheek, his thumb running over my lips.
Before my eyes, Beck’s expression softens to something I’ve never before seen aimed at me.
Reverence.
Oh, Jesus Christ.
Eyes stinging, I lean in and kiss him, my heart twisting because he’s the one I get to do this with.
“I’m glad it was you.” The words might as well be launching themselves from my heart. “Who caught me crying in that alley.”
Beck’s eyes squint as a breathy laugh breaks from him. His brows tug in, and that reverent look only sharpens. “Hattie, I’m so damn lucky it was me.” He kisses me hard before pulling back and searching my eyes. “You sure about this?”
I don’t hesitate. “Hell, yes.” I probably shout it. Who am I kidding? I definitely shout it.
His teeth flash in a smile and he caresses my mouth again before dropping his hand. It’s a second before I realize he’s digging in his pocket.
When he pulls out a condom and holds it between us, Beck winces. “Carrying this doesn’t mean I expected… anything. I just—I mean—it seemed?—”
I put him out of his misery and pluck the condom from his grasp. “You’re always prepared.” I grin at him from beneath my lashes. “I know this about you. I like this about you.”
He licks his lips and my grin grows when I see a blush bloom on his cheeks.
“I can’t wait to watch you come.”
When Beck’s eyes bug, I know I've said this too loud. He laughs, shaking his head. Then his fingers pinch my lips together.
