Fall Into Temptation (Blue Moon Book #2)(51)

“So what are you suggesting?” She let him pull her a little closer, let her hands slide under his jacket.

“I don’t know.” She could hear the frustration in his tone. His fingers dug into her flesh with it. “I guess, curtains for one.”

“Curtains?”

“You need some curtains for your bedroom. I spend way too much time staring out of my windows into yours. It’s creepy. I feel like a stalker. And you don’t have curtains and I can’t look away.”

Gia knew she should be mortified. But the heat that swept through her wasn’t embarrassment.

“You’re so unbelievably beautiful. You just pull me in and I’m powerless to fight it. I don’t want to fight it. I want to know what it’s like to be with you, in you.”

His lips were a breath away and her legs went boneless.

“Tonight.” She whispered it, unsure if he heard it over the pounding of the blood through her veins.

“Tonight what?” His grip tightened on her.

“Be with me tonight,” she breathed. “And then we’ll see ... Maybe once it’s out of our systems, a set of curtains will be the answer.”

“And if curtains aren’t the answer?” He asked the question she was most afraid of, the one she already knew the answer to.

“If they aren’t, then we’ll find the answer. Together.”

His hands moved to her arms, gripped until her skin stung. “What about Evan and Aurora? We can’t just have a sleepover. They’ll be scarred for life if they had to listen to all the things I want to do with you.”

She could see the fire in his gaze. Desire warred with trepidation. He cared about her kids and that was the most important thing. That was the only thing. She smiled and brought a hand to his face.

“They’re the ones having sleepovers. Your mom and my dad are taking Aurora for the night and Evan is staying over at a friend’s house.”

“Tonight?” He said the word with hope and fear.

“Tonight.”

“Are you sure?”

Gia nodded. “No.”

“Your head is saying yes, but your mouth is saying no.”

“Maybe you can change my mouth’s mind?” she whispered, brushing against his lower lip.

Beckett groaned and pulled back an inch. “Gianna, I want this so badly. But only if you’re sure. There’s a lot at stake.”

“I really like you, Beckett. If you’re a mistake, I have a feeling you’re going to be my favorite one.” She ran her hands through his hair, tugging him down until her lips met his.





20





Beckett let them in the front door of his house. He took his coat from her shoulders and hung it in the foyer closet.

Gia clasped her hands in front of her and tried to smooth out her breathing. Her nerves were spiraling out of control inside her. She had told him she’d meet him here, but he’d waited for her outside the studio until the kids were packed off and good-byes said. She’d wanted the quiet of a solitary walk, maybe she would have taken a few moments at home to check her makeup, give herself a pep talk.

But here she was. In Beckett’s foyer, trying to not have a heart attack.

“Do you want a glass of wine?” he asked. His voice was soft, low.

She surprised them both by shaking her head. “I want you.”

His reaction was swift, instantaneous. He crossed to her and buried his hands in her hair. Beckett’s mouth captured hers in a demanding blaze of need.

She whimpered against his mouth and dove into the fire after him. Her fingers dug into his shoulders. They were moving backward, but Gia didn’t care. Her back met the front door with an unceremonious thump and she yelped.

“Sorry,” he whispered against her mouth, stealing her breath. But he didn’t move back an inch. She was sandwiched between the door and the unyielding weight of his body and she wanted more.

His hands chased her curves and Gia melted under his touch. She felt him, achingly hard, against her stomach. He groaned when she slipped a hand between their bodies to touch him through his jeans.

“Wait, wait,” he commanded when she opened the button of his pants.

He grabbed her hand and stilled it. “Just wait,” he said, his breath ragged. “Birth control?” he asked.

“Pill. We’re good,” she assured him. When she rose up on her toes to take his mouth again, he gripped her shoulders.

“Wait,” he said again. His hand held her firmly against the door. “I’ve thought about this for … a long time. I don’t want to just rip your clothes off in the foyer.”

“What do you have in mind?” Gia said, her chest rising on short sharp gasps of air.

“Give me five minutes, okay?”

“I live with kids,” Gia reminded him. “I don’t care if you have dirty underwear on the floor.”

He grinned. That quick, charming smile that went to her gut like a shot of whiskey. “Stay here. Don’t move.” Beckett took the stairs two at a time.

As soon as he was out of sight, Gia brought her hands to her flushed face. She took several deep breaths to steady herself. She and Beckett Pierce were going to …

It had been so long for her. What if she’d forgotten what to do? What if the sex was terrible?