Fall Into Temptation (Blue Moon Book #2)(102)

“Of the highest kind,” Beckett whispered back, his lips moving gently over hers.

He ranged himself over her and she threaded her fingers through his hair, tugging him down. She’d missed this, the weight of him on her, his scent on her, all of her senses on fire because of him.

Beckett teased the strap of her tank down, his fingers branding her as they went.

“I don’t know how to do this with kids in the house,” he whispered against the upper curve of her breast.

She sighed, her breath tickling his hair. “I’m not sure either. But let’s start by moving to the bedroom.”

Beckett unfolded himself from the couch, keeping his hands on her hips, he followed her into her room. She shut the doors firmly and led him to the bed. While he stepped out of his shoes, Gia worked her magic on his tie and the buttons of his shirt. She moved her attention to his pants next.

The belt hit the floor next to his shoes. She took her time, trailing her fingers down his chest, over his rippled stomach. Her smile was feline when the tickle of her fingertips had him drawing in a sharp breath.

Deftly, she opened his pants, shoved them down. And when he stepped out of them, she skimmed her hands back up his legs to his briefs.

Her purr of pleasure had him gritting his teeth. “Gianna,” he whispered.

“I’m here,” she answered. She slid her hands into his underwear, cupping his ass and then sliding the fabric down, freeing him.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” she whispered. Her breath next to his erection made him tremble.

She skimmed a hand up his leg and over his thigh. But just before her fingers closed around her target, Beckett was pulling her to her feet.

“My turn,” he whispered against her mouth. He drew her tank top over her head and made quick work of her leggings. She had on tiny black briefs and a strappy sports bra with a zipper front. “Oh, I’m going to like this,” he murmured against her neck.

Beckett backed her against the bed and slowly lowered her to the mattress. Gia’s breath was a gasp when he settled himself between her legs. They were separated by just that thin layer of fabric and yet if felt like miles.

“Beckett, please,” she pleaded.

He tugged at the zipper of her sports bra. Inch by inch it lowered until the fabric parted and her breasts were freed.

“I’m never going to have enough of you, Gianna,” he whispered, nuzzling a taut peak.

He tasted and tantalized, using his tongue to drive her wild. First one breast, then the other, until Gia found herself writhing under him. The sweet relentless torture had her biting her lip to keep from sobbing.

He moved back up her body and when he gripped his shaft, she thought that the torture had come to an end. “Let’s make sure you can be quiet,” he said, a quiet rumble in her ear. He pressed himself against the damp fabric of her underwear and Gia moaned.

“That’s why we’re practicing,” Beckett said, clamping a hand over her mouth. He ground his hips into her and this time her moan was muffled by his palm.

“Good girl,” he whispered.

He lowered his head to recapture the tip of her breast and continued his short thrusts against her. It wasn’t enough for her. She wanted more from him. She wanted to feel every inch of his thick shaft buried in her, stretching her until she could take no more.

But his attack was relentless.

With every stroke, he swept the head of his penis over her swollen mound and Gia saw stars. She’d never come like this before, but knew that she would tonight.

With a deft tug, he pulled her underwear to the side and grunted as her slick folds welcomed his swollen crown.

The skin-to-skin contact destroyed her.

Beckett stroked himself against her and Gia came, arching up violently. Her lips moving against his palm in a silent scream.

“God, I love how you come for me.” Beckett’s voice was strained, breathless. He pulled his hand away from her mouth and kissed her, so gently. “I love you, Gianna. Tell me you’re mine.”

Gia lifted her hips for him as he yanked her underwear from her. “Tell me, baby. Say you’re mine.”

Beckett held himself positioned just outside of her entrance. Trembling, he waited.

Gia grasped one of his hands and pulled it to her breast where her heart thundered for him.

“I’m yours, Beckett. I belong to you.”

Finally, finally. He thrust into her, staking his claim.

Gia buried her face in his shoulder and sobbed. She was his. He fought for her and won.

“You’re mine, my beautiful Gianna.” He whispered the words over and over again as he began to move in her like music, a dance as old as time. She welcomed him into her.

His mouth met hers and she feasted on his lips, his tongue. The heat of their love warmed every dark corner of her heart, freed her. She felt the light as it spread through her body, gilded and glowing.

His gaze locked with hers as he drove into her again and again. “I love you, my Gianna.”

She felt the words in her soul, in her body. The vibrations set off a chain reaction. As her body gave itself to him, the last shield fell away from her heart. “I love you, Beckett.” She whispered the words as they came together. Beckett, fully sheathed in her, shuddered his release into her as she fell apart around him.

This was love, this was life. They belonged to each other with an unbreakable bond forged of heartbeats and breath, of forgiveness and faith.