"Give me one good reason." Beckett crossed his arms over his chest. His magnificently chiseled and unfortunately shirt-covered chest.
"Because you need to take him down. Right now, if you leave, he wins. Find a way to take him down."
"And after I do that?"
I fought hard against telling him to run. To run far away from me because I knew he wouldn't listen, and I wasn't the kind of person who beat a dead horse.
"Then you're free to do whatever the hell you want."
"Is that an eye roll I detect in your voice?" He stepped into my space.
"I don't bother eye rolling. It's a female thing to do."
"You realize you're a female, right?"
Like I needed the damn reminder. My victims loved to throw that in my face, but it was fine. They usually did it right before I kicked their ass and left them eating their words.
"Are you trying to piss me off?"
Beckett smirked. "I'm going to enjoy fucking that attitude right out of you."
Fuckity fuck, why did that have to set me off? I liked his words way too damn much. It was too bad my pride wouldn't let me just roll over and take it.
"You really think you can handle me?"
He cut off the very little space that was between us and whispered against my temple, "I know so."
I didn't have the chance to say more. Beckett spun me around and pushed my back down so I was bent over the one small chair in my living area.
"Fuck, I love the way your ass looks in these cargo pants." He had the button undone and the zipper down before the words finished falling from his mouth. His hand slipped into my pants. "Commando again," he growled as his palm cupped my pussy.
It was slightly embarrassing how wet I was for him. The man didn't even need to do much, and I was ready to climb him like a damn tree.
I bit my lip and held back a groan when his finger slid through my slit.
"Don't you dare hold back. I want you screaming my name while I pleasure you."
I wasn't sure I could do that. I wasn't a screamer. No man ever made me lose myself enough.
Beckett might change that though.
I whimpered when his finger left me. I felt empty even though it had only been a few seconds. I didn't have to wonder long what he planned to do because Beckett was tearing my pants down my legs and tapping the one so I could step out of it.
"I plan to fuck you so hard you'll only ever remember me."
I didn't bother telling him that wouldn't be a hard feat. None of my former sex partners were remarkable enough for me to remember them.
"Less talk, more fucking."
His response was to bite my ass cheek. I yelped and tried to slither away, but his hand kept me firmly in place. "Don't move."
Surprisingly my body listened to his command. I listened to the sound of the zipper teeth separating and then the crinkle of a foil packet. With each new sound, my anticipation skyrocketed. I wanted desperately to feel him inside me.
Beckett didn't disappoint. He also didn't give my body time to adjust. He arched my hips and slammed inside me in one smooth move.
The loud moan that fell from my lips was proof he was different. He did what no man before him ever could.
He made me feel. He gave me pleasure I didn't even know existed. And when he picked me up so that my feet circled back to hook his knees, he fucked me in a way that hit differently.
