Total pages in book: 167
Estimated words: 164557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 823(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 823(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
“Does he leave you these notes every day?” she teases with a grin.
I laugh, tucking the paper into my purse. “Not every day. He likes to keep me on my toes.”
“Damn, girl. Don’t ever let that man go. He must really love you.”
“Yeah, he does. I’m lucky.”
“Lucky? Girl, you hit the jackpot.”
I smile, but the thought makes my chest tighten a bit. Yes, I’ve certainly hit the jackpot with Beckett. He’s everything I could ask for.
I head out, excited to get home. Our place isn’t far from campus, and as I walk through the streets of my beautiful new city, the salty ocean breeze wafting over me, it reminds me of how far we’ve come. The apartment Beckett and I share has a view that feels almost unreal, like something out of a dream. We’ve built an incredible life together, and I know I should feel complete.
But that hole—Will’s absence—it’s always there.
When I walk through the door, Beckett is already waiting, leaning against the kitchen counter, grinning as soon as he sees me. His happiness is infectious. He’s got this wild energy about him today, and before I can even say hello, he strides over and tugs me into his arms.
“You,” he murmurs against my neck, “look incredible.”
I laugh, but the way he’s looking at me, I know what’s coming next. “I just got home. Can I at least get a proper greeting before you—”
His lips crash against mine, cutting me off. The kiss is deep and hungry, and any thought I had of taking things slow dissolves instantly. But the truth is? I don’t want slow. I love that this man can’t get enough of me. I love that he’s so desperate for me that he can’t even think straight. Can’t wait. Can’t bother with a hello.
It’s the way I’ve always wanted to be wanted.
“I missed you today,” he says, his hands already working on the button of my jeans.
“Beck,” I gasp as his fingers slip inside my underwear.
He backs me up against the kitchen counter and then drops to his knees, kissing his way down my stomach until I can’t focus on anything except the heat building between my thighs.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day.” His voice thickens with lust. “Couldn’t concentrate on anything.”
“Yeah?” I breathe. “What were you thinking about?”
“About getting you out of these clothes.” He tugs at my jeans, pulling them down in one swift motion. “About tasting you. Fucking you until you’re screaming my name.”
His lips tickle my inner thigh as he peers up at me, his eyes gleaming with hunger.
“Spread your legs for me. Let me see how wet you are.”
I lean back on the counter, my breath hissing out faster as I obey, opening myself to him. And then he’s there, his mouth hot against my pussy, his tongue teasing until I can’t contain the moan that escapes my throat.
My fingers tangle in his hair. “Don’t stop.”
His tongue circles my clit, teasing me until my legs are shaking. I can barely think, barely breathe, and all I can hear is the slick sound of his mouth on me and his husky, dirty praise.
“You’re so perfect, Charlie,” he mumbles, looking up at me, his lips glistening. “So wet for me. Tell me how much you want it.”
“I want you. I need you inside me.”
His smile is wicked as he stands, rough hands lifting me onto the counter. I don’t have a chance to catch my breath before he’s filling me completely, and the shock of it makes me cry out. He grips my thighs, pulling me closer, his thrusts deep and urgent.
“You feel so good,” he groans. “So tight. You were made for me, weren’t you? Made for me to fuck like this.”
“Yes,” I gasp.
He grunts low in his throat as he slams into me, over and over, until I’m on the brink of losing control. “I want you to come for me. Come on my cock, baby girl. Let me feel it.”
His command sends me over the edge, and the orgasm crashes through me. Beckett follows right after, groaning my name as he shudders against me. For a long moment, we’re both shaking, the world falls away, and it’s just us.
His sculpted chest rises and falls with heavy breaths. “Sorry. I couldn’t wait,” he says, grinning like a mischievous kid.
I choke out a laugh. “Yeah, I noticed.”
We stay there for a few moments, just holding each other, the sound of the ocean outside the window. I look up at him, my heart full, but that ache is still there, buried deep.
“I was thinking a lot about Will today,” I admit, running my fingers over his chest.
Beckett nods, his smile faltering. He slides out of me and hikes his sweatpants back up to his hips. “Yeah. Me too. The election’s tomorrow.”
I nod back. Will’s been working nonstop on the campaign. He’s been texting us, keeping us updated on everything, and while I’m excited for him, I also wish he were here with us. That he could be part of this life we’re building.