Fall Into Temptation (Blue Moon Book #2)(78)

“So f*cking beautiful,” he told her as his lips cruised over her jaw, down her neck. His hands buried themselves in her hair. “You’re in my dreams. Every night. And when I wake up, you’re not there.”

“Beckett,” Gia sighed his name. “Please don’t stop touching me.”

His hands abandoned her hair in favor of her legs. He started at her knees and slid his palms higher. Over the lace edge of her thigh high to the elastic strap of the garter, taking her dress with him, sliding it higher and higher.

“I want you to be there, Gianna.”

“I’m here now,” she shivered out the words. Her heels found purchase on the bumper, which she used for leverage to grind against him. She could feel the length of him, solid and aching through too many layers of clothing. Her fingers dug into his back, begging him, needing him.

He fumbled with his belt and Gia felt her breath leave her as he freed himself. He was magnificent, painfully perfect. The epitome of desire. She felt her lip quiver, need and greed racing through her.

He shoved her dress up another inch, spread her knees farther apart. His eyes, lit from within with desire, sharpened, his jaw tightened when he realized there were no more barriers between them.

Gia would have patted herself on the back for skipping underwear if she wasn’t already enthralled by his spell.

“Watch,” Beckett ordered her, his voice as rough as the gravel beneath his feet. He guided his crown to her slick center, he stroked down the length of his shaft once, twice, each time parting her folds with the blunt tip of his erection.

Enthralled, Gia watched as he penetrated her slowly, finally. Her sigh of submission threaded its way around his groan of possession. “Watch us, Red,” he said again as he began to move in her.

In the moonlight, she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the demonstration of his rule over her. Sliding in and out, slick from her desire, he gave and took. She wasn’t cold anymore, she was on fire.

She wanted to say it, to tell him that he had her body, her soul, her heart. But there were no words. Only the breath, the beat of the heart, the silent knowing that they were finally complete.

His strokes came faster, harder, layers of control stripping away, and she knew he fought against the sharp teeth of release. Knowing how dark his desire for her was, knowing that she had the power to make him forget his restraint, to let go and leap, Gia felt the truth in her body.

Gripping his tie, she flowed backward, draping over the hood. The waves licked at her, through her, and she gave herself over to the glory of them. Gia heard his half-shout. Her name, always her name. She let him carry them both into the abyss.



Saturday morning had Gia waking sore and satisfied in Beckett’s bed.

“God, I could get used to this,” Beckett said, his voice muffled by pillow.

She stretched luxuriously before snuggling back into him. “Yeah, your bed is way more comfortable than mine.”

He pinched her under the covers. “That’s not what I meant,” his voice heavy with sleep.

His hand skimmed down her naked back and she winced. “Is that a bumper-sized bruise on my butt?”

Beckett rolled her over to examine her otherwise flawless skin. “That’s what we get for having car sex like teenagers,” his said, his fingers running over the small bruise.

“I hope we didn’t do any permanent damage to your hood,” she teased.

“I’m hoping we did. I’d smile every time I looked at the dent.”

Gia laughed and yawned. “Mmm, so worth it.”

“I’m just glad we didn’t get caught.” He placed a soft kiss on the bruise and another one on the curve of her hip. “So, listen …”

“Uh-oh,” Gia sighed. “This doesn’t sound like I’m going to like it.”

“Well, I was thinking since we told the families and we had our first official date we should probably go public in Blue Moon.” He toyed with a loose curl.

“And how does one do that?”

“I’ve got that covered. I just need you to look surprised and maybe a little giddy.”

“Surprised and giddy?”

Beckett nodded.

“I think I can handle that.”

“Great. I’ll take care of the rest. By noon everyone in town will know that we’re dating.”



By the time her ten o’clock yoga class began most of Blue Moon already knew. Five minutes before class started, Gia took delivery of a huge bouquet of roses so velvety red they were almost purple. In front of her class of fifteen, she fished the card out of the blooms.


I had a great time last night. Can’t wait to see you again.

Yours,

Beckett





After her ten o’clock, Gia checked the Facebook group and sure enough, there were half a dozen pictures of the flowers from the store to the studio.

The captions ran the gamut from “It’s official,” to “About freaking time!”

As she scrolled the posts, a new one appeared.


Beckett Pierce installs car seat to accommodate girlfriend’s adorable daughter. Looks like this is serious, Mooners!





She switched over to text messages and typed a quick message.


Does Facebook deceive or did you seriously just buy a car seat?