Gia shot Beckett a warning look and jogged over to catch up to the riding class crew before they left.
Evan was talking Joey’s ear off and Aurora had wrangled a piggyback ride out of Jax who wielded the flashlight.
“Are you sure you guys don’t mind —”
“I’d rather muck stalls than go play with tulle and flowers,” Joey said. “If you get done in the barn fast enough, come check us out in the indoor ring.” Their little group peeled off toward the stables, with Aurora waving cheerfully from Jax’s back.
“Alone at last,” Beckett said, his voice was low and dangerous. Gia told herself the goose bumps that cropped up everywhere were from the chilly evening air.
He dug his car keys out of his pocket. “Come on.”
She followed him back to his SUV, careful to stay just out of reach in case any prying eyes from the house were watching. Settling onto the leather of his passenger seat, Gia willed herself to relax. Just because she was in love with Beckett didn’t mean things had to change.
As soon as the interior lights went out, Beckett’s hand found her thigh. They passed the house and bumped along behind the little barn on the well-worn path. And once they were out of sight, his hand slid higher, finding the top of her thigh high.
The quiet rumble in his chest told her he approved. Gia bit her lip as his fingers dragged the skirt of her dress an inch higher so he could stroke bare skin. The pads of his fingers trailed fire over her flesh.
How could something as benign as the stroke of his thumb consume her? Was this desire laced with love?
Gia shivered and took a shaky breath. In the headlights, the barn loomed in front of them. Dark and isolated.
26
The blood pounded through Beckett’s veins as he pulled her inside, carelessly flipping on light switches as they went.
“Wait! I didn’t get the tape measure,” Gianna frowned, resisting his pull.
But he had other plans.
Beckett, his jaw set, dragged her up the new staircase at the far end of the barn. “What are we doing up here?” Gianna asked. “Aren’t we supposed to be —”
Her question was cut off when Beckett yanked her into his arms. Off-balance, she slammed into his chest.
“I can’t stand not being able to touch you.” His voice was jagged and rough. “It’s fucking torture. First at lunch and then at Carter’s. I need to touch you.”
“Please touch me, Beckett.”
He swore. She was begging him and he wasn’t going to be able to stop. They were safer upstairs than they were down, but if someone were to start up the stairs they’d get an eyeful.
He half dragged, half carried her into the door-less restroom on the other side of the bar. The double vanity had been installed and Beckett sent up a prayer of thanks that they hadn’t gone with floating sinks. He dropped Gianna on the counter between the two sinks.
She came alive under his hands. His palms dove into the top of her wrap dress to free her breasts. That dress had been on his mind since he spotted her in the crowd at the luncheon. Sedate enough to be professional, but with a very loud hint at what lay hidden beneath. He pushed away the cups of her bra, and spread the material, baring her to his touch.
“God, let me taste you,” he breathed, skimming his lips across her delicate collar bone and lower to where his hot breath made her nipples strain.
“Please, Beckett,” she whimpered.
He drew one of the taut peaks into his mouth and began to suck. She wrestled with his belt and the zipper on his pants. His long deep pulls at her breast had her fingers fumbling again and again until finally she was able to shove his trousers down just enough.
He groaned against her sensitive skin as her fingers encircled his thick shaft. How could a man want so fiercely? There was nothing that would make him stop.
He released her breast, pressing a wet kiss to the other one and with a deft yank, tore her underwear from her.
“Now, Beckett. Please, now,” she chanted, pumping his cock in her hand.
He spread her knees as wide as they would go and hooked the heel of each of her shoes in the sinks to anchor her open.
She leaned back, hands bracing against the wall and counter and he again marveled at her flexibility.
“Now, baby.” Aligning himself with her wet center, he slammed into her, claiming her. Nothing would stand between them here. He wouldn’t let it. He belonged inside her, buried in her depths.
He held back just long enough so she could adjust to his size before pulling out and driving back into her. It was going to be fast, but fast was what he needed.
His gaze was drawn to her breasts as they trembled with each thrust.
Her whimpers of need drove him crazy. Every time he touched her he felt like he was losing another piece of himself. But he didn’t care, because he was getting a piece of her in return.