by Skye Jordan
She was sure he’d meant it to be a sweet gesture, but heat traveled up her thigh and spread between her legs. Eden was damn sure she’d never wanted any man like she wanted Beckett now.
Shifting in her seat, she brought one leg under her and used her knee to lift herself enough to lean over the console and pressed her lips to his jaw. Beckett exhaled, and a little groan floated on the sound. His hand tightened on her thigh.
“Croft,” she murmured against his skin. “You kinda make me crazy.” And she kissed a path down the side of his neck.
“Halle-fucking-lujah.”
His growl vibrated in his throat and made her smile. She bit the lobe of his ear, then soothed it with her tongue, and Beckett shivered. This big, scary, dangerous hockey player shivered.
“I have to ask you a question,” she said, pressing kisses to his temple.
He groaned. “Good things rarely start with that statement.”
“I want to know if you’re claustrophobic.”
“Ummmm…” He cast an uncertain smile toward her. “Not that I know of. Why?”
“Because my place is really small. Like shoebox small. And if you’re going to hyperventilate, I want it to be over what I’m doing to you, not the small space.”
He lifted his hand from her thigh and wrapped it around the back of her head, then stopped at the corner of her street. He turned his head and covered her mouth with his. His tongue dipped inside and stroked hers, followed by a long groan of need that resonated deep inside Eden.
She pulled back. “Drive. Halfway down on the left.”
But Eden continued to kiss and lick and bite his neck, and he kept his hand in her hair as he drove.
“Arrived,” Siri announced.
He put the car in Park, and Eden was giddy with anticipation. She reached down, unbuckled her seat belt, and found his attention out the window.
Eden followed his gaze. “What?”
“I didn’t realize where we were going with all the talk, and then…you, scrambling my brains.” He looked at her. “Eden, this is the worst neighborhood in Metro.”
She laughed. “You think I don’t know that?”
He looked genuinely troubled. “How long have you lived here?”
“About a year.” She tried to lighten the mood. “And let me tell you, it’s an improvement on my last place.”
He reached across the seats to clasp her thigh again. “I know rents around here are high, but have you thought about looking for another place, in a safer neighborhood?”
A spot inside her warmed. “But if I did that, I wouldn’t get to see all those badass dance moves the dealers bust out between sales or have my nightmares cut short by gunfire. This neighborhood has its benefits. Hell, I could stay in my pj’s and slippers and hit the 7-Eleven for a six-pack twenty-four seven. And, damn, with my schedule, you can’t put a price tag on that kind of entertainment or convenience—”
He kissed her quiet, then met her eyes again. “I’m serious.”
She smiled and ran her thumb over his bottom lip. “And I’m serious about getting you out of these clothes.” She opened the door, then glanced back at him, gesturing to the car. “Oh, but…this has an alarm, right? And you’ve got it insured, right? And”—she cocked her head—“does comprehensive cover hubcaps? And wheels?”
“Jesus Christ, Eden—”
She hopped out and shut the door. He gave her the most adorable glare through the windshield—half-frustrated, half-amused. Eden walked backward toward the stairway that led down to her basement apartment, crooking her finger at him. “Out of the car, Croft. We need a little more maneuverability for what I’ve got planned.”
He pushed from the car and locked it as he followed Eden. But he took his damn sweet time, his narrowed eyes scanning every dreary apartment complex, every dilapidated townhome, every barely running vehicle on the street.
She waited at the door. Beckett was on the top step, distracted by a car driving by screaming rap music with a bass that shook the air. Growing impatient, Eden climbed the three steps, fisted the front of his jersey, and pulled him down to the apartment.
“Would it make you feel better to know that the townhome is owned by a little old lady who’s eighty-six years old?” she asked. “And that her family rents the basement to me cheaper than dirt so I can be here if Willa needs anything?”
“Not really.”
She pressed her body against his, pushed up on her toes, and wrapped her arms around his neck. “She’s hard of hearing.”
And she kissed him the way she wanted to fuck him—deep, slow, wet, and hot.
He groaned, wrapped his arms around her, and pulled her closer. Finally, his mind was in the right place. She broke the kiss to reach back and grabbed the door handle. His mouth slid to her neck, shooting tingles along her shoulders.
She fumbled to open the door and pulled him into the apartment. It seemed all his worries over the neighborhood had melted in the heat between them. Excitement spiraled inside her. She broke from his mouth to pull his jersey over his head, then kissed a path down his torso while she worked on his belt and jeans.
Beckett swept off the jersey he’d given her, stroked his hands over the tank she’d been wearing under her hoodie, and cupped her naked breasts beneath the cotton. But as soon as she had his jeans open, Eden lowered to her knees, pulling his pants and boxers low enough to free him, and immediately took his hard length into her mouth.
Beckett’s whole body jerked, and he swore. And as Eden started moving and exploring, his hands cupped her jaw, stroked over her hair, and drew it off her face. Eden was lost in the salty, insanely male taste of him. Of the silky smooth feel of his cock inside her mouth, on her tongue, sliding along her lips. God, she’d been fantasizing about this all week. Oh, how she loved getting caught up in the passion, in the pleasure, in the escape.
She leaned into him, taking him deep and slow until he filled her throat.
“God, Eden…”
The rough, lust-filled words drew her gaze. Up his gorgeous body, up his ripped abs, up his wide muscled chest, to his eyes, dark and on fire, watching her. She held his gaze as she stroked him and sucked him. Held his gaze as she drove him deep, deep, deep into her mouth again. Held his gaze as fire washed over his features, as his jaw pulsed, as he finally dropped his head back with “God damn…”
Then he bent over her, pressed his mouth to her hair, and murmured, “So good, baby. Come here.”
He curved his hands around her biceps and gently pulled her to her feet, where he immediately kissed her, stroking her tongue, sucking her lips, and walking her backward to the bed. Then he lifted her off her feet, and she wrapped her legs around his waist.
She combed both hands through his hair and pressed her forehead to his. Sex had never been like this for her. She’d never even imagined sex like this. So fluid. So hot. So all-consuming. So easy. So right. “Want you so bad.”
Groaning, he covered her body with his. The feel of him pressing her into the bed made her moan. She lifted her hips, rocking against him. Beckett tugged the edge of her tank down enough to pull her nipple into his mouth while he stroked the other with one heavy, calloused hand. Heat and pleasure shot through her breast, and Eden squirmed beneath him, but he took his sweet time, teasing her with his tongue, dragging his teeth over the hard tip.
“Mmm, Beckett…” she complained.
His hand abandoned her other breast, slid down her abdomen, and pressed between her legs. But it wasn’t enough.
“Skin.” She pressed her foot to the bed and rolled him to his side, then pushed him to his back. “I need skin. I need you. And I need both now.”
She pushed off the edge of the bed, found her feet, and dragged his jeans down his legs. He toed off his shoes, and she ditched his pants. Then she pressed her hands to his legs and purposefully slid them all the way up his amazing body, before lying on top of him. “Puuuuur-fect.”
“Not perfect.” He flipped her and tugged off
her tank. Kissed and nibbled his way down her abdomen while he worked her jeans off, then stood to pull off her shoes, then her pants and panties. “Now. That’s. Perfect.”
He stroked a flat hand over her stomach, between her legs, and slid his fingers inside her.
Eden gasped. Wiggled toward him. “Mmm. Yes.”
He wrapped his free hand around the back of her thigh and yanked her to the edge of the bed. Pushed her thighs wide. And dropped to his knees, covering her with his mouth. Heat, pressure, and moisture shocked her with ecstasy. She cried out, arched, and lost her mind until he pulled back. She rolled her head to the side and found him watching her. His tongue slid over her again and again. Eden wanted him inside her, but he wasn’t giving her a moment to breathe. With his hot eyes watching her, he flicked her with the tip of his tongue, teasing her higher, higher, higher, and then he kissed her, licked her, kissed her…
“Beck—”
He spread her with his fingers, and her muscles jerked. She drew her arms in, fisted her hands under her chin, and watched him circle the very tip of her clit, slowly, gently, maddeningly, endlessly tantalizing. The sight was sinfully erotic, adding gasoline to her fire.
And when she edged toward climax, he kissed her, licked her, and started the pattern all over again, endlessly patient as he drove her insane. He groaned against her pussy, and the vibrations quivered through her sex.
“Ah God—” Her head rolled side to side; her abdominal muscles flinched and quivered.
Beckett stopped teasing and started eating. Full mouth suction over her, solid pressure on her clit with his tongue. Eden curled toward him in a partial crunch. And Beckett growled, then took her clit between his lips, and—
The climax blasted through her. A hot, wild surge of ecstasy that shot her out of her body. Her muscles contracted, pulling her forward, then throwing her back. She arched, and her thighs came together around Beckett’s head. He pushed them wide again and continued to kiss and lick and eat, making her moan and writhe and pant.
Her brain was still floating somewhere amid a white haze when Beckett slid up her body, kissing her everywhere. He framed her face and pulled her in for a hot kiss. He tasted musky and male and thrilling, and Eden needed him inside her, filling her, completing her in the moment. She reached for his jeans on the floor, and Beckett untangled their legs to get out of her way. Twisting to her side, she dragged his wallet from the pocket, then rested on her forearms to search for the condom. She pulled one out as Beckett’s body pressed to her back, his lips teasing her neck and shoulders.
When she dropped the wallet, Beckett leaned into her, rolling her toward her stomach. He covered her hand and took the condom, but didn’t rush to put it on. Instead, he pushed up on his hands, lifting his weight off her back. Used one knee to spread her thighs, then sank his hips against her ass, rocking into her with a hungry groan. Pulling her hair aside, he pressed his mouth to the back of her neck, turned her head toward her shoulder, and bent over her to take her mouth in a hungry kiss while his hot cock stroked her skin.
She closed her eyes, absorbing the delicious sensations. So many—both physical and emotional—she couldn’t understand them all, couldn’t categorize them all. She only knew he made her feel intensely sexy, utterly beautiful, and desired to her core. And all that whipped up a wild want inside her.
She broke the kiss to beg, “Please. Inside me.”
The sound that rolled in his throat echoed with a primal quality that lit a fire between Eden’s legs. He sat back, and the rip-rip of foil made satisfaction settle deep in Eden’s body. She pushed up on one elbow and twisted to watch him. The sight of his big, masculine hand stroking the condom on his cock tightened her sex. Then he lifted his gaze to hers and rocked forward again, pressing his body against her.
He kissed her before pulling away and licking his fingers. His hand slipped between her legs and stroked. Eden pulled a sharp breath. Her eyes closed, hands curled into the comforter. Beckett slid the head of his cock over her swollen, slick folds, and a shaky moan passed through her lips.
He pressed into her, and the moan deepened in her throat. She rocked her hips back.
“Want more?” he asked, his voice husky and hungry.
“God, yes.”
He gripped her hips and lifted her ass, impaling her slowly. So slowly.
“Man, talk about the best seats in the house. That’s so fucking hot.” He growled, pulled out slowly, pushed back in just as slowly. “Wish I could watch this show all goddamned night.”
Eden whimpered and bit her lip. Beckett moved his hands from her hips to her ass and gripped her cheeks, digging his fingers in until the bite made her moan. Over and over and over, he pushed inside her, then pulled out, stroked her with his fingers, then pushed his cock into her again. Inch by inch by exquisite inch.
“Want more, Eden?”
“Yes,” she complained.
Growling, Beckett slid both hands up her back, curved them over her shoulders. Holding her in place, he pushed deep. Pressure spread through her hips. Eden sucked air, and her throat closed. The stretch burned and the utter fullness ached in the most decadent, most thrilling way. Her eyes closed, and she arched. Then let out a moan that came from the pit of her stomach and expressed how utterly mind-bending he felt.
“Is that what you wanted?” he asked, his voice rough, breathless and demanding.
But she couldn’t speak.
“Is it deep enough?” A dark sexy edge tinged his voice. “Because I think I can fuck you deeper.”
Before Eden could even clear her head, Beckett used his knees to spread her thighs wider. He gripped her waist with both hands and pushed her forward, drawing his length out. The move also arched her back and angled her pelvis higher.
Without warning, he thrust again. His cock burned a path straight through the center of her body and slammed her cervix. Eden cried out in a mixture of pleasure and discomfort. The sensations blended and swamped her. Her head dropped back on a cry. Her hands fisted in the comforter. This was her first glimpse of how addictive sex could be.
The animalistic sound of pleasure in Beckett’s throat added heat between her legs. Without releasing her waist, he bent his head to whisper in her ear, “I think I can get deeper. I’ve still got a good inch until my balls are pressed up against you.”
Holy. Fuck. But all she got out was a sound deep in her throat.
“I think that excites you. Your pussy squeezed my cock.”
“Yes…”
“What?” He leaned closer, and flexed his hips, pushing him that much deeper and making Eden’s eyes roll back. “Yes, what? What do you want, Eden?”
“Every…thing,” she forced out. “Give me…all of it.”
His growl was hot and pleased and guttural. Holding her hips at that tilted angle, Beckett pulled out slowly, until his tip slipped all the way out of her, leaving her feeling empty. He stroked his slick length across her pussy, dragging himself over her clit and making Eden moan. Pressing back inside her, he drove home in three full, hard pumps.
Thrust.
Thrust.
Thrust.
Eden was shaking and panting, her fingers cramping in the comforter, when Beckett drew out of her and rubbed his wet cock over her pussy again.
“Is that good?” he wanted to know, his voice a hungry growl at her ear.
“So…good.”
She rocked her hips to rub her clit against his cock, moaning at the contact.
“Do you want me to keep fucking you?”
“Please, fuck me.”
A huff of laughter rolled out. “That is so hot.” He bit her shoulder, then licked the burn. “Those words out of your mouth turn me on so hard.”
She turned her head and met his eyes over her shoulder. “Beckett,” she breathed. “Shut up and fuck me.”
His eyes turned so dark, they looked black. The desire etched in his expression made the need inside Eden boil.
He slid his fingers through
her folds, and Eden gasped. Then he stroked her wetness over his cock and eased into her again. Then plunged.
Pain and pleasure spiraled up the center of Eden’s body, and she cried out. With both hands at her waist, he held her steady for each hit, ensuring his cock drove deep. His head hammered something inside her that made her want to climb out of her skin to climax. His sac smacked her perineum, titillating her with a little sting on each thrust. Beckett’s hands liked to take turns roaming over her ass, his fingers wet from his mouth, stroking her perineum or the rim of her anus in maddening, insanity-inducing, endless circles.
Eden had her comforter twisted into knots in both hands and was using her knees to rock back into his drives before she finally resorted to begging.
“Beckett…God…please…”
He groaned. “But, fuck, it’s so good.”
Eden pressed her face into the comforter and whimpered, absorbing every firework of pleasure. “Can’t…wait…”
Beckett drove deep, pressed his chest to her back, and stilled. He slid one hand down her arm, covered her hand, and pried her fingers from the comforter, threading them with his. With her head turned, she found herself staring at their joined hands, their wrists both bound in bracelets from the event. His other arm stretched overhead, his fingers tangling in her hair. His weight sank into her and drove him even deeper, and he settled there a long moment, his heavy breaths in her ear, his quick heartbeat on her back.
Fear burned hot and fast. Eden waited for claustrophobia to close in. But Beckett’s fingers flexed around hers, loosening and tightening back up, and affection shoved her fear aside.
She closed her eyes and soaked in the feeling of being so completely…taken. So completely…owned. Something she’d never believed herself capable of allowing again.