Page 81 of Crossed Lines

For awhile, I wasn’t sure if I’d ever be here again. Between being gone and the drama with Sawyer, it seemed like the universe was against us. I’ve questioned everything more than once. But being back in Blue Haven with Jade and Beck has just reiterated the fact that this is where I belong. And not necessarily in Blue Haven. It could be anywhere. But with Beck and Jade… this is home.

Beck twists the lock on his bedroom door, and before I even get a chance to turn around on my own, he’s spinning me toward him and pulling me into his lips.

“God, I’ve missed you,” he says in between kisses.

“I’ve missed you too.”

His hands roam up my shirt. “Can I? Is this ok?”

“My body is yours, Beck. Do with me whatever you want. I promise I want it too.”

He curses under his breath right before his thumb rubs across my pointed nipple. My body has been on edge all day thinking about what might happen tonight. While I had potentially hoped that some of our long-distance phone calls might have turned a little spicier, we never seemed to have the time between the time difference and me having a roommate. It just never worked. But now he’s here, and he’s touching me again, and my stomach is swirling with butterflies as if it were our first time all over again.

He tugs my shirt up over my head and then unhooks my bra, tossing both items across the room. He leans down to suck one nipple into his mouth.

“Perfect, baby. So damn perfect,” he says before he moves to the other one.

“Beck,” I moan, my brain unable to think of anything else to say in this moment.

He pulls away abruptly before lifting me up and putting me on the bed. He tugs my pants down and throws them somewhere behind him.

He pushes my legs apart and situates himself between them. “I wasn’t sure if I’d ever be in this position again,” he says, looking up at me. “But I’m so fucking glad I am.”

He doesn’t waste any more time diving in, licking me up and down.

I cover my mouth with my hand to keep from moaning too loudly. He circles my clit with his tongue, putting the perfect amount of pressure on it. He slides one finger and then another inside me, curling them upward, hitting just the right spot. I’ve been so deprived of his touch (or any touch) for so long that it takes me hardly any time to reach my peak. My body goes rigid as pleasure washes over me.

“Beck!”

He smirks up at me from between my thighs. “God, I love when you come for me.”

“You’re so good at that,” I tell him breathlessly.

“I am available for your service whenever you need,” he says with a confident smirk.

I watch as he strips his sweater off and kicks his jeans across the room. He climbs over me and leans down to kiss me as he slowly slides inside me, stretching me perfectly. He moves so slowly that I dig my nails into his back to urge him to go faster.

He chuckles, his breath tickling my lips. “What do you need, baby?”

“I need you to move. I need you to fuck me like you mean it,” I say.

“Yes, ma’am. I can do that.”

He sits up and angles my hips up. His cock hits even deeper inside me, and my eyes roll back. He picks up his pace, and it feels so damn good. He knows what he’s doing with a woman’s body, and I feel like the luckiest woman in the world to experience him.

I glance up at him to find him watching me. His eyes are glued to my body and how I move against him. How my breasts bounce with each thrust. His eyes are hooded and filled with lust, and it makes me feel so beautiful.

One of his hands travels up my leg and grips onto my hip while his other hand goes to where we’re joined and his thumb presses into my swollen clit.

“Beck, I can’t. . .”

“Yes, you can, baby. I need you to come with me.”

He circles my clit and thrusts into me until my body feels like it physically can’t handle it anymore. My orgasm hits me so hard and fast that it feels like an out of body experience. Beck thrusts a few more times before he freezes and I can feel him pulsing inside me. He looks down at me with wide eyes, just as out of breath as I am.

“I, um, I didn’t use a condom,” he admits.

“I can feel that,” I say as he slowly slides out of me. “It’s ok. I’m on birth control.”