Hard to Let Go (20 page)

“Jesus, Kat,” he rasped, banding his arms around her back and pinning her to him. He devoured her mouth, sucked on her neck, bit the soft tendon that led to her shoulder. “I want that, too. But not here.”

“Why?” she moaned as his hands kneaded at her ass.

It was the silver lining in the cloud of being stuck here overnight. “Because for once, I finally have you all to myself with no need to hurry. I’m taking you to your bed, stripping you down, and spreading you out just like I said I would.” Beckett rose from the couch with her legs hooked around his waist and her arms holding onto his neck. He carried her from the living room into her bedroom, a warm, sexy space decorated in purple and gold with a large wooden bed in the center. The room sat at the corner of the building, creating two walls of windows that seemed to welcome the city inside.

With a last hungry kiss, Beckett slid Kat down his body until her feet touched the ground. She gave him the sexiest damn smile he’d ever seen. “I’m not sorry we’re stuck here together.”

Beckett winked. “Neither am I.” He crossed to the shorter wall of windows, scanned his gaze over the row houses below, and lowered the blinds.

Kat chuckled. “We’re on the eighth floor.”

“Uh-huh. And I’m a greedy bastard. I don’t even want to share you with the sun.”

Her head tilted to the side and her smile turned sweet and soft.

At the longer window, Beckett repeated his survey, his gaze running over the windows of the hotel across the street. Down below, traffic rolled by in an endless rotation of cars and trucks and buses. He shut the blind and closed the world out.

The room got darker, more intimate, and Beckett turned to Kat and gave her a long look from bare feet to sexy curves to tousled chocolate-brown hair. He stalked toward her, taking his time, looking his fill. And what he saw? Was a woman who was a perfect fucking fit for him. Soft and comforting when he needed solace. Tough as nails when he needed strength. Strong-willed and independent-minded when he needed to be called on his shit. A woman who thought his scars were beautiful and wanted to help him fight his demons. A woman who understood sacrifice and loyalty and doing whatever it took to protect the people you loved.

A woman worth fighting for—even if what he was fighting was himself.

Beckett took Kat into his arms and kissed her deeply, their tongues swirling, their lips sucking and nibbling. The sweet taste of her made him realize, for the first time in his life, that he was fucking starving. And always had been.

“I want your taste in my mouth, Kat. Your scent on my body, your skin all over mine,” Beckett rasped as he kissed her cheeks, her nose, her eyes. “Tonight, I want it all. With you.”

Chapter 20

“I
want you naked,” Beckett whispered, his tongue caressing the shell of Kat’s ear. His hands went to the hem of her shirt and pushed it up, the calluses on his palms ticklish as they dragged over her rib cage and lifted off the shirt. Sucking gently on her neck, he reached behind and unclasped her bra. And then his fingers were on the button of her jeans and he was slowly, so damn slowly, tugging the denim off her hips and down her legs. Starting at the hollow at the base of her throat, Beckett’s lips blazed a trail of kisses between her breasts and over her stomach to the waistband of her red silk panties. Lowering to a knee, he gripped her hips and drew his tongue from hip bone to hip bone. And then he bit the fabric and pulled her panties down with his teeth.

This big, strong man on his knees¸ undressing her with his hands and his teeth and his hungry eyes . . . It was one of the sexiest things she’d ever seen.

When she was completely naked, Beckett smoothed his hands over her legs, her sides, her belly, her breasts. He looked at her like she was precious, priceless, flawless, and it reached into her chest and swelled her heart. “Almost too beautiful for words, Kat.” He rose to his feet, his hands carding into her hair as he claimed her mouth on a warm, wet kiss. “Lay down on the bed for me.”

With her heart flying into a sprint, Kat climbed onto the bed, crawled into the middle, and laid down on her back. Beckett walked to the bottom of the bed and stroked the tops of her feet with his big hands. His gaze ran over her until she at once broke out into shivers and flushed hot. She held out a hand. “Come be with me.”

One corner of his mouth lifted in a small grin. “I won’t be rushed, Katherine. Not tonight. No matter how damn much I want to cover your body and bury myself deep.”

Holy crap. The low grumble of his voice combined with the words and the images they evoked to make her wet and achy. Because she wanted exactly what he’d just described. She wanted him. And the fact that he couldn’t figure out why she would want or care about him without her having to spell it out made her heart thud even harder in her chest. Because she
did
care about him. Maybe even more than she should given the depths of the wounds he so obviously nursed. But sometimes your heart had a mind of its own.

Finally, Beckett yanked his shirt over his head and dropped it to the floor. He removed the gun she hadn’t realized he carried from a holster at the small of his back and placed it on her dresser. Then he undid his boots and jeans, until he finally stood impressively naked at the foot of the bed. The breadth of his shoulders, the mounds of his cut muscles, the length and girth of that freaking amazing cock—Kat wanted all of it, all of him, on top of her, inside of her, surrounding her.

He climbed onto the mattress while he simultaneously pushed her legs apart, making room for himself to kneel between her thighs. Spreading her wide, he massaged her inner thighs from knee to groin, his hands maddeningly brushing the outside of her core. And then, in one swift movement, he hooked her legs over his shoulders, used a big flat hand to hold her hips still, and licked her slowly from aching opening to clit.

“Oh, God, Beckett,” she moaned, her hands going to his hair and her breath cutting off as he sucked her clit in deep. Beckett ate her with the same laser-focused intensity with which he did everything. He was relentless and demanding and so damn intent on giving her pleasure that she was quickly panting and grasping at his hair and hanging on the edge of what promised to be an absolutely mind-blowing orgasm.

Blazing blue eyes peered up her body as he slipped one finger, then two, into her core. He curled his fingers inside her and stroked a spot so sensitive she almost came up off the bed. His big hand held her down harder, forcing her to yield to the pleasure he gave as his fingers fucked and stroked her and his lips and tongue and teeth tormented her clit.

Her body detonated in wave after wave of pulsing, clenching, drenching ecstasy. Beckett groaned and sucked harder until Kat was clawing at his head and pleading for relief from the overwhelming pleasure.

Finally, he released her from his mouth and eased his fingers free of her. “That won’t be the last time you come down my throat,” he said, crawling up her body. He kissed her belly, her breasts, her neck. “And this won’t be the only time you come on my cock.” He took himself in hand, dragged his thick head through her wet, sensitive folds, and sank deep.

“Yes, yes,” Kat said, loving that glorious fullness that only he could give. When he bottomed out inside her, he stretched his massive body on top of her until he was the only thing she could see or smell or feel. Kat had always loved the weight of a man atop her, and never more than with Beckett. “Love this,” she said as she wrapped her legs around his hips and her arms around his neck.

“Yeah?” he rasped as he used his hand under her shoulder for leverage. He held himself off of her with his other hand against the mattress, just enough to kiss her and look her in the eyes and gaze down at where his cock penetrated her in a slow, deep in and out. “You look so fucking gorgeous underneath me, Angel. Don’t think I could ever get enough.”

Her heart squeezed, and Kat shook her head. “I hope you don’t. Not ever.” She bit her lip then, not wanting the pleasure he gave her and the way her heart swelled in her chest to make her say things he might not be ready to hear.

Things it seemed crazy that she might actually want to say. So she determined to show him instead. Grasping the back of his head, she found his mouth with hers and poured every bit of affection she felt into the kiss. She sucked on his tongue, plundered his mouth with hers, and moaned as his hips moved faster, harder, with more incredible urgency.

“You’re so good, Beckett,” she said, her head falling back against the pillow.

Beckett licked and nibbled at her neck, and then he lowered his whole weight onto her, wrapped his arms under her until his hands tangled in her hair, and hammered his cock into her until all she could do was moan.

Her orgasm was nearly blinding, and hit her so hard that she screamed as muscle spasms shuddered throughout her whole body. She raked at Beckett’s shoulders as she rode out the storm, and then she went limp against the bed.

Beckett’s little grin was so damn smug. “You still with me?”

Kat rolled her eyes and tried to calm her breathing. “It wasn’t . . . all . . . that,” she lied, knowing there wasn’t a chance in hell he’d believe it.

He barked out a little laugh, withdrew his cock from insider her and rolled her onto her stomach. Then he smacked her ass, crawled on top of her and rasped in her ear, “You can’t scream ‘love your cock’ in the middle of an orgasm and have me believe that weak-ass bullshit,” he said, guiding himself inside of her again.

Had she said that? She couldn’t remember, but given how much she loved the feeling of his dick sliding deep while his big body pinned her down, she couldn’t deny the truth of it. And, God, he felt so much fucking bigger this way, his strong thighs holding hers tight together.

Smiling, she said, “I do love it, Beckett. Love the way you fuck me. Love the way you fill me.”

He forced his arms under her shoulders and held her in a tight embrace, one that made him hunch his body around her. Lips against her ear, his hips flew against her ass as he panted and rasped. “Feel so fucking good when I’m inside you. Never want it to stop.”

The comment whipped butterflies through her belly. Both because she wanted him to feel good and because she didn’t want it to stop either. Not just the amazing sex, but them. Long delicious moments passed with him moving inside her and whispering the most amazing admissions into her ear. “Need you so damn bad, Angel . . . So fucking lucky to find you . . . Want you to be mine . . .”

“Yes, Beckett, yes,” she cried, her heart and her body never more full or more satisfied in her entire life.

“Christ, I can’t hold back,” Beckett groaned.

“Don’t,” Kat said. “Come in me. I want to feel it.”

“Shit,” he grunted, his teeth audibly grinding together.

“Let go, Beckett. Give me everything you’ve got,” she said, her hands clawing against the plum comforter as she peered over her shoulder at him.

His cry was almost anguished, and then his grip tightened, his face crumpled, and his thrusts quickened until he was pulsing inside her, bathing her in his essence, claiming her and making her his.

Exactly what she wanted to be.

“Kat,” he rasped, heaving a deep breath as his body calmed. “Holy fuck.” He kissed her cheek.

“Yeah,” she said, his words luring a smile to her face and making her chuckle. “Holy fuck, indeed.”

Beckett gave a small laugh in her ear, and it was the sexiest freakin’ thing. “So . . . like a god, huh?”

Kat elbowed and wriggled out from under him. “I knew that was gonna be a mistake,” she said, humor making her bite her bottom lip to hide her smile.

He banded his arms around her chest and hauled her on top of him, her back to his stomach. “Where do you think you’re going?” He nibbled on her neck. “Who said I was done with you?”

“But—”

“Told you that wasn’t going to be the only time. I’m going to indulge in your sweet fucking body until neither of us can walk.” He sucked on the sloping tendon that led to her shoulder.

A ripple of excitement ran through Kat’s belly and her head fell back in surrender, her cheek resting against his. “Might not survive it but I’m game to try.”

“Aw, you’ll survive it, Angel.” His right hand skimmed down her belly until his fingers found the top of her sex. Kat moaned as he circled his fingers there. Being on top of him, her legs to the outside of his, forced her to thrust her hips forward, allowing his swirling touch to bring her body roaring back to life.

As Kat lifted her hips into his touch and moaned and writhed against him, Beckett’s cock became hard beneath her. He hiked her up a little higher, reached between her legs and guided himself inside her. And then his fingers returned to her clit.

“Oh God, Beckett,” she whispered as he began to move. The blunt head of his cock hit that crazy place inside her, the one that made her wet and weak and lose control.

“That’s right,” he gritted out. “Want you to come again.”

It took about two minutes until she went rigid atop him, her breath whooshing out as her orgasm hit.

“Again,” he rasped, his hips moving under her, his cock impaling her, his hands helping her move exactly how she needed to.

“Beckett, Beckett, Beckett.” She cried his name over and over again. Because he was going to get her there. With his body and his words and his desire, he was going to send her impossibly and irrevocably over the edge.

When it finally hit, the orgasm washed over her like an ocean wave, the kind that tumbled you head over heels until you didn’t know which way was up.

And then Beckett planted his feet into the mattress and used those massive thighs to hammer deep inside of her. “Fuck, fuck, coming,” he groaned. He buried himself deep, his hands holding tight to her hips as he spilled himself inside her.

By the time his grip loosened, Kat didn’t have a single muscle left, she was sure of it. But she’d never felt better in her life. Her eyelids grew heavy. “Cuddle me,” she said, the basic act of speaking taking effort.

He chuckled behind her as he rolled them to one side and pulled her back taut against his chest. “Bossy little thing, aren’t you?”

She tucked their hands under her breast. “Says the man who demanded I come twice in five minutes.”

He kissed her neck. “That a complaint?”

“Not even close,” Kat slurred. “Like your arms around me.”

“Me too, Angel. Now close your eyes for a while.”

“So bossy,” she whispered, and then she did exactly what he said.

B
ECKETT WASN’T SURE
how long they’d been asleep when he woke up, but Kat didn’t stir at all when he got out of bed to use the bathroom. His stomach immediately made itself known, so he grabbed his clothing, got dressed out in the living room, and then went on a reconnaissance mission in Kat’s kitchen.

What he found made him chuckle. A dearth of actual food and a plethora of take-out menus. And he thought he was bad. He sorted through the folded menus until he found an obviously well-used one for a Thai place. The restaurant was only two blocks away on Dupont Circle. Perfect. Beckett placed a phone order, then stuffed his feet into his boots, grabbed Kat’s keys, and scribbled a quick note on a Post-it in case she woke up.

Outside, the city was a living being all around him. Movement. Sounds. Smells. It felt at once comforting to be back in the midst of D.C.’s busyness and strange to be by himself, doing something so normal as getting takeout, without one of the eight million members of his team or the other people at Hard Ink all around.

While he appreciated the moment of solitude, the last thing Beckett truly wanted was for things to return to how they’d been before Nick’s call just over three weeks ago. His life before had been largely solo security gigs followed by time alone at his house followed by time alone working out. Sure, there were people he was friendly enough with, but no one he counted as a friend. Until now. Until being reunited with his teammates, the best friends he’d ever had.