He surprised her by scooping her into his arms and carried her to the bed, then gently set her at the center. But he didn’t join her. He remained standing there, slowly running his hand along his length while watching her.
She brought her hands to her breasts and teased her nipples, letting her knees fall open in the process, and his nostrils flared. “Why are you waiting?”
“Giving your body time to recover before I make you come again,” he said, his tone low and deep.
Her eyes fell to his cock. “Then let me taste you.”
She started to sit, pinning her knees together, but he shook his head and commanded, “No. Stay there.” A smile formed on his lips. “I’m waiting for number three. And, sweetheart, if you wrap those lips around me, I will fuck that mouth of yours and come down your throat.”
Her body recharged at his dirty words, at the prospect of more.
“Demanding, aren’t you?” But damn, did she like it. In the bedroom, this man could control her all he wanted, and she’d let him. All day. Every day. Forever.
Forever? She inhaled sharply at the thought and quickly lost track of her wild ideas when Beckett went to her discarded dress and retrieved the orange sash.
He slid the silk between his hands and tugged, probably testing its strength, as he approached, and she quivered with anticipation of what he might do with that sash.
Beckett prowled onto the bed, muscles flexing as his powerful body straddled her. Raising the sash, he arched an eyebrow, silently asking her permission.
“Yes, please,” she whispered.
Her hands raced over his chest, and she smoothed a palm over the bit of hair there. But he stole her wrists within a moment and began to bind them to the headboard.
This is new. And who would have thought her chivalrous gentleman liked to . . . Okay, well, he is a sheriff. I’m sure he could restrain me in more ways than I can count.
Once he checked her hands were secure, he leaned in and pressed his mouth to hers, and she tasted herself on his lips. Another first.
“You okay?” he asked, his eyes momentarily turning from dark to caring.
“More than okay,” she promised while arching her back as a request for him to touch her.
He smiled and set another sensual kiss on her lips before leaning back on his heels, but he managed to keep his weight from crushing her. His dick was so close to her pussy that if she just shifted a little, she could have him now. No waiting.
She gasped when he leaned in and nipped at her tit, swiping his tongue around the sensitive flesh before giving her other breast the same treatment.
Beckett took his time with her nipples before he began trailing his lips down her body, shifting his weight in the process as his lips traveled farther south. He kissed her everywhere but where she wanted, leaving her aching and begging for more.
“Please.” She tugged at her restraints with overwhelming need as he dragged his scruff along her inner thighs.
He surprised her by lifting both her legs and tossing them over his shoulders, sinking his mouth onto her flesh, chasing after orgasm number two.
Chills coasted over her body as she gave herself to this man. Every piece of her. Gave him her trust by surrendering to him. Submitting. Something that should’ve been unnatural, and yet, in this moment, it was anything but.
As he worked her over again with his mouth, delivering one pleasurable sensation after another, her fingertips curled into her palms, desperate for their bodies to connect as one.
“Beckett, I’ve never begged anyone for anything in my life,” she said between breathy moans as he kept punishing her in the best possible way, “but please, for the love of God, fuck me.”
He went still, and she looked down, witnessing his full lips hovering near her sex, a wild look in his eyes.
“Please,” she nearly cried again, tugging at the headboard. “I need to feel you.”
He must’ve heard the emotion choking her voice because he nodded, and her body trembled with relief that he was giving in to her plea.
Beckett shifted on top of her and pulled at the knot of the sash, freeing her hands. When she reached between their bodies and slid her hand along his length, he let out a low, guttural sound.
“You’ll destroy me if you keep touching me like that,” he hissed while looking her in the eyes. Still holding his weight over her, his biceps flexed.
“What do you think you’ve been doing to me?” She nudged the head of his cock at her center.
His eyes locked with hers, his jaw still strained. And then he did what she’d begged for him to do.
He thrust deep inside her.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Beckett filled Sydney in one swift movement, not expecting such an intense reaction to strike him the moment their bodies connected. He held his body against hers, letting go of a shaky breath while giving her time to adjust.
She clung to his biceps and remained motionless as well. Not shimmying or moving. Not begging him to take her harder.
They stared at each other in silence, time stretching out. He’d never believed in the idea of soulmates, but he swore something inside him, something woven into the fabric of his being, felt familiar with Sydney the moment their bodies joined as one. It was as if they shared the same energy. The same heartbeat. The same breath. Always had.
What in blazes is wrong with me? He pumped his hips once, making sure she was ready for him, and at the sound of her responding moan, he let loose.
They quickly found their rhythm, and she gave as good as she got, clamping her pussy around him so tightly it was borderline painful. But that only triggered him to fuck her harder, the bedframe squeaking with each snap of his hips. He snaked a hand around her ass to steady her body and keep her head from colliding with the metal headboard.
He was teetering on the edge of his control when she arched her back, lifting it off the bed, chanting broken versions of his name.
The need to claim her, to mark her as his and pour himself into her tight little body was going to destroy him if he didn’t slow down soon. He shifted his hand and dragged it up her torso, quickly pinching her peaked nipple to the point of pain, and the moment her eyes shot open, he let go, allowing the pleasure to wash over her body. Judging by her gasp and the flutter of her eyelashes, she more than enjoyed it.
How was it possible for this woman to have such a hold on him after so little time? Yet, he knew without a shadow of a doubt Sydney Archer had wrecked him for anyone else. There could be no one else after her. Anyone else would just be a sad imitation of her perfection.
Her eyes glistened as if she were on the same emotional page as him, and she was hanging on to her control, not yet ready to give in to ecstasy.
Without breaking contact, he guided them into a seated position, her legs firmly around his body and her tits pressed to his chest as she began rocking up and down, claiming his cock.
He leaned in and sucked her bottom lip as she worked herself on his hard length, taking control to find her climax. And when she began breathing hard and fast, he knew she was about to come.
“Right there. Oh God, yes, that’s it.” Up and down. Up and fucking down this woman went. Harder and harder. Slamming down on his cock.
He did everything in his power not to come as she cried and moaned from the pleasure, coming all over him. When her breaths finally began evening out, he cupped her chin and drew her mouth to his.