She fell back on to the mattress, hair fanning out like wild fire. Beckett used the opportunity to gain the upper hand. When his mouth closed over a taut nipple, her fingers closed around his shaft. She stroked him with something that skirted the ragged edge of violence and almost sent him tumbling over that cliff.
A last lap of his tongue and then he was sliding down her body, out of her grasp. He tasted his way down her taut stomach and around the lush curve of her hip. Her breath was coming in gasps and Beckett wanted to push her further.
He nibbled the delicate flesh of her inner thigh and was rewarded with her gasp when he ventured higher. There, Gianna’s fiery core welcomed him home. He used his palms to spread her thighs, leaving her bared to him. She trembled against him, her thighs fighting his grip.
“Hang on, baby,” Beckett whispered. His tongue dove into her slick folds, teasing and tasting. She bowed back, hips pumping with frantic energy. Her response frayed his control and when she moaned his name Beckett felt his cock go impossibly harder.
He paused just long enough to stretch two fingers into her tight channel. She was sobbing out his name now. His tongue found that most sensitive bundle of nerves and with a single stroke sent her hurtling off into the darkness.
Her fingers locked in his hair and her hips bucked wildly as she rode out the orgasm. Gianna had barely started breathing again when Beckett ranged himself over her. Her eyes fluttered open, misty green and dazed. “We’re not even close to done, sweetheart.” He made the promise as he buried himself in her. Fully sheathed in her heat, Beckett saw stars and fought to restrain himself.
Gianna’s fingernails dug into his shoulders and he held himself perfectly still for a heartbeat and then another. When her gaze — wide and hungry — met his, he began to move. He wanted to give her everything. Everything that was inside of him, locked up under layers of restraint and control.
He didn’t see her next move coming. Gianna used those strong, perfect legs of hers to lever him onto his side. They rolled, still joined until she gained the top. She stared down at him triumphantly and began to ride.
She set a reckless pace and Beckett understood her goal then. He wasn’t going to give her everything. Gianna was going to take it.
His hands found her hips and gripped as she rode. His jaw clenched, teeth bared, he tensed for the raging battle. He wouldn’t lose, he couldn’t lose. Gianna brought a hand to the base of his throat and held lightly just over his thundering pulse.
He stared into the face of the woman who had bewitched his body, and quite possibly his soul. Her color was high and as she leaned forward to capture his lips her hair tumbled over them in a curtain of fire.
“My Gianna,” Beckett heard himself whisper against her mouth.
She rose up again, a flawless goddess with her milky smooth arms reaching for the sky. She didn’t stop moving, bowing back, back, back until Beckett thanked God for yoga.
His hips took over the impossible pace, thrusting again and again until it didn’t matter who came first. That first quickening, a tightness in her was more than he could handle. He couldn’t hold back the orgasm that churned for release. And the second he spilled inside her, Gianna’s own climax echoed until they became one.
Seared to the soul, Beckett gathered her to him and buried his face in her hair. Their hearts beat together, too fast and a little unsteady. Gianna was everything, brave, beautiful, bewitching.
Gianna woke to sunshine and the delicious heat of the perfect male form next to her. And partially on top of her. She was locked in the cage of Beckett’s arms and had absolutely zero desire to escape.
She kept her eyes closed, but her lips curved in a feline smile of satisfaction.
“Good morning, gorgeous,” Beckett murmured against her ear.
“Mmm. Good morning,” she said, rolling in his arms to face him. “How did you know I was awake?”
“I saw you smirking.” His finger traced her full, rosy lips.
She bit his finger lightly. “I wasn’t smirking. I was basking in the many, many orgasms of last night.”
Beckett forced a frown. “Many, many? I feel like you’re missing a many.”
She felt him hard against her thigh and moved to cuddle his erection to her. “Beckett, darling, if you don’t feed me immediately — and make it the biggest breakfast either of us has ever seen — I’m going to faint from hunger and forget all about those many, many, many orgasms.”
“And after breakfast?”
“I’m picking up my children from their respective sleepovers and trying not to look guilty and smug for the rest of the day.”
Beckett lifted his head and squinted at the clock on the side table. “If I cook fast and we eat fast, we could still manage a very friendly shower before you leave.” He nibbled her neck and earlobe.
“You forget. I’ve seen the inside of your refrigerator and it’s sadly lacking in breakfast carbs,” Gia teased. “Why don’t we sneak out the back door and I’ll make you breakfast at my place and we can shower there with all of my nice shampoos and shower gels.”