So she did. Kat let it all go in favor of letting Beckett pull her under the waves with him.
She plowed her fingers into his hair, which was just long enough to grip and tug, and squeezed her legs around his hips, bringing them closer. Creating more of that delicious friction. He groaned low in his throat, and the sound reverberated into her belly, causing her to grind her hips forward against him.
Wait … wait … wait … turned into want … want … want …
“Jesus, want you, too,” he growled. He kissed and licked at her jaw, her ear, her neck.
“Beckett,” she rasped as he trailed little bites down the side of her throat. She bowed off the wall, thrusting against him. And, God, he was deliciously hard and thick between her legs.
Suddenly, she wanted to know: Just. How. Thick.
On behalf of 1001 Dark Nights,
Liz Berry and M.J. Rose would like to thank ~