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I snorted. “I could refresh your memory.” With a twist of my body, I shifted one leg over so I was straddling him, chest to chest. “If you’re up for it, that is.”
Beckett didn’t bother to answer me with words. He just gripped the sides of my face and pulled my mouth to his.
I groaned into his lips, tightening my fists in the fabric of his shirt as I pressed the full front of my body into him. The scent of him, sharper now that we were so close, made me giddy. He deepened the kiss, claiming my mouth so thoroughly my hips rocked instinctively against his.
There would be no stopping this time. And now it was just us—no competition, no watching eyes, nothing but our breaths and bodies colliding.
I wanted this. I needed it. Maybe I couldn’t tell him everything that was on my mind, but I had no reason to fear sharing my body with him. I could be with him completely that way if nothing else.
I grabbed his shoulders and pulled away slightly, maneuvering around so I could push him down on the backseat with me overtop. Beckett chuckled as he sank down. I glanced at the windows, but remembering the tint on them and the empty parking lot around me eased my momentary uncertainty. I leaned over and recaptured his mouth with mine.
Beckett’s fingers tangled in my hair with a gentle tug that sent sparks over my scalp. When I slid one hand up under his dress shirt, dislodging it from his slacks, he let out an encouraging hum. The grinding of my hips into the growing hardness behind his fly provoked a groan.
The sense of control exhilarated me, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that it was entirely at his whim. If he’d wanted to take charge, I could lose my position in an instant.
So I’d better make the most of it while I was here. When we’d come together the first time, he’d teased me so much, driving me to the edge of release and stealing it back. We’d see how he liked it when the tables were turned.
A wicked smile crossed my lips. I could be Madelyn Silver, the studious student and general do-gooder, but I’d discovered a darker side in the past few weeks. I’d developed a taste for making my own rules.
“You look like you’re making devious plans,” Beckett said with amusement.
“Just you wait and see.”
As I kissed him again, he pulled my shirt up over my bra and stroked my breasts through the thin fabric. The swipe of his thumbs over my pebbling nipples had me whimpering, pleasure pulsing through my chest.
I couldn’t let him distract me from my intentions. I dropped one hand to the waist of his slacks and undid the fly. When I delved my fingers beneath to circle his rigid shaft through his boxers, another groan tumbled from his mouth into mine. “Fuck, Maddie,” he muttered. “I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.”
A different sort of thrill rippled through me. I ran my hand up and down his cock, loving the way it twitched against my palm, and devoured his mouth. When he squeezed my nipples, my hips bucked against him.
It wasn’t enough. I was aching down below—aching to have him fill me just as thoroughly as he had the other day in the Vigil office.
I jerked his slacks further down and his boxers in turn. “Condom?” I murmured raggedly against his lips as I pumped him skin to skin.
Even unfazable Beckett’s breath was coming rougher now, a touch of pink coloring his pale face. “Glove compartment.”
I pushed away from him just long enough to fumble open the compartment and grab one of the few packets tucked in a corner there—not looking as if they’d needed to be ready for other recent use, I was relieved to see. Not that Beckett had given me a reason to think he’d been pursuing any women other than me.
I tore the packet open and rolled the contents over him. Beckett tucked his hand between my legs to fondle me through my jeans, setting off a sharper flare of need in my pussy. I ground into his hand with a little growl.
“I think I like you ferocious like this,” he said with a glint of humor in his eyes.
He popped open the top button for me, and I squirmed out of my jeans as quickly as I could. His fingers pressed against my naked cunt, slick with my arousal, and we both groaned.
Holding his gaze, I dipped my own hand between my legs, drenching them in my wetness and then wrapping my fingers around his shaft. Beckett’s eyes blazed with lust as I worked him up and down. He flicked his thumb over my clit, and I swallowed a gasp. Then I scooted just a couple of inches forward so I could lower myself over him.
He thrust up to meet me, filling me so swiftly and fully that a moan reverberated out of me. Beckett matched it with a hungry sound of his own. Bliss resonated through my whole body from where we’d joined.
I bent over to claim his mouth. As we kissed, sloppier now with our ragged breaths, I rocked up and down over his cock. Beckett matched my rhythm, arching to meet me, hitting a point even deeper inside that had me gasping for release.
But I didn’t intend to end this quickly. I bucked faster until I caught the sharper hitch of his breath, and then I slowed right down, ignoring the impulse inside me screaming to careen over my own edge. Beckett’s eyes darted up to catch mine.
“What’s the matter?” I teased. “It’s more fun if you don’t get there too fast, isn’t it?”
A rumble that was both amusement and frustration sounded in his chest. He gripped my hips, urging me onward. I let myself get lost in the rhythm and the pleasure racing through my veins, lifting me higher and higher—and then I eased off again, coasting on the exquisite denial.
Beckett swore through a laugh. Then a look of determination came over his face.
Before I knew what was happening, he gave a heave and managed to flip us around. My back hit the buttery leather seat, and then his cock slammed into me all the way to the hilt.
