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“I know. I can feel you gripping me with that cherry-pie pussy of yours.”
My fucking eyes legitimately roll to the back of my head. I think I partially black out from both the pleasure and his mouth. I’m losing control.
He takes over my now-erratic movements and pistons up into me. I can hear the water from the hot tub pouring over the edges onto the deck.
“Beckett, you’re so deep. So damn deep.”
“That’s where my gorgeous girl likes it. Needs it. Now let go. Give in to what your divine body craves.”
I do. And then he does. We come together. Forcefully. Powerfully. Beautifully.
When it’s over and his movements stop, I’m overcome with my feelings for him. I don’t know exactly when it happened, but I’ve completely fallen for him.
I breathe heavily. “Beckett…I think I’m in love with you.”
He rubs his nose on my cheek. “IknowI’m in love with you.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
AMANDA
On our first full day on the coast, we explore around and on the island of Capri. We take out the small boat, which is still a pretty big boat, and travel through the love rocks. It’s also known as the Tunnel of Love, and legend has it that if you kiss while traveling through it, you’ll stay in love forever. We happily take video of ourselves kissing while traveling through.
Beckett doesn’t care that the captain, crew, and Nico are there. He outwardly loves and romances me at every turn. I’ve never felt more cherished than I do right now. I’ve spent forty-four years dreaming of the way love is supposed to look, but it’s never been my reality. Until now. I feel like I’m living in a storybook.
We swim in the Blue Grotto, which may be a hidden wonder of the world. I didn’t know places like this existed. There is one hiccup in there. When Beckett swims back to the boat to grab me a hair tie, a young man approaches meand tries to grab my ass. Before I realize what’s happening, Beckett has him by the throat, holding him under the water.
While I often chastise this type of behavior from Declan, I know on some level I’m attracted to it. There’s something incredibly raw and masculine about a man feeling so protective over me that he loses all control. It’s something I must need on a certain level.
Beckett’s overly alpha, territorial behavior completely turns me on. Immediately after Nico pulls Beckett away from the man, I take Beckett to a hidden alcove in the cave and let him fuck me against the rocks.
Once we circle the island on the smaller boat and get back to land, Nico drives us up the crazy, winding roads to the top of the mountain-like island. After a lunch with spectacular views, Beckett takes me shopping at all the designer stores. He’s so happy buying me clothes and other gifts. Every store treats me like a princess. One even closed for us to assure each salesperson was devoted to me.
I’ve certainly never felt so pampered in my life. I let him pick everything. I don’t really care about the items. I’m just happy to see him smiling and carefree. Glinda was right. He takes genuine joy in giving me things.
I put up a little fight over the sheer volume of items but don’t want to spoil our day, so he eventually gets his way.
He gives all our bags to Nico and tells him to take them to the boat, that we’re going to have dinner up here and then ride the tram straight back down to the docks, as it goes from the top down to the harbor area.
After dinner, we step onto the tram. Though it looks like eight adults can likely fit on it, we get on and they don’t let the people behind us enter. I see the tram operators talking to the other people in line.
I look at Beckett in question and he simply takes my hand and kisses it. “I want to be alone with you on here.”
“You have something sinister in mind, don’t you?”
He smiles. “I might.”
I look at the bench on the tram that currently has multiple blankets folded on it. I can only shake my head. “Does public transportation in Italy often come with blankets?”
He doesn’t answer. He simply winks and then spreads one of the blankets on the bench and motions for me to sit.
He sits next to me, and the tram begins to move. About two minutes into what I’m guessing is a fifteen-minute journey, the tram stops and all the power goes off, leaving us in the dark.
“You are deeply disturbed, Beckett Windsor.”
He chuckles. “Look at the view now that the lights are off.”
I do and am in awe. It’s breathtaking. We’re suspended at the top of a mountain overlooking the entire island and the water. Even though it’s dark out, the lights of the town and boats illuminate everything. In my wildest dreams and fantasies, I’ve never imagined anything like this.
