Maid For Beckett Catching The Baseball Legend’s Heart novel Chapter 163

Chapter 163

-Andi-

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“Beckett, oh god,” I groaned. His fingers were just a hair’s breadth away from my pussy, and I had no doubt he could already feel how hot and wet I was.

He buried his face under my chin, his warm breath setting my chest on fire. One more inch and he would have my nipples ready for his taking, but I tried too hard to hold on to my rational thoughts and gripped Beckett’s wrist.

He lifted his face and stared at me. The dim dashboard light illuminated the confusion creasing his forehead. His eyes were asking me why I was holding back.

Well, unlike him, I wasn’t still that far off the edge. We were still in a public place, and Beckett’s huge physique might be blocking the passenger door, but there was no telling whether there could be paparazzi lurking around.

Although it warmed my chest that I wasn’t the only one going crazy. I had been restless last night, and clearly, Beckett was going through the same dilemma, only he had already let go of his control.

It was in my hands now to make sure we got back to the safety of the penthouse before this situation further escalated.

“I want you as much as you want me,” I cupped his cheeks, “but not here. Someone might see us…. disturb us,

hmm?”

Can’t he feel the shaking of my hands, the rage in my pulse, and the fire on my skin? I am as hot and bothered as he is.

Beckett’s shoulder tensed, and realization made him stagger back. “Fuck!” he raked his fingers through his hair. His gaze was unhinged; then he closed the passenger door and slid into the driver’s seat. He put the car into drive and literally made it fly through the streets.

Beckett was driving as if someone was chasing us. He committed one or two traffic violations, yet he still managed to hold my hand the entire drive. How we got back to the penthouse was vague. Everything was hazy, except for the fact that I wanted to rip Beckett’s clothes and beg him to fuck me senseless while on board the elevator.

Once we were inside the safety of the penthouse, Beckett didn’t waste time and towed me against the wall and caged me with his body, as though he didn’t want me to go anywhere else.

I caused that. I ran away from him, but I would be crazy to do that again.

The penthouse was still bathed in soft light coming from the corner lamps, but the dimness couldn’t hide the passion blazing in the silver of his eyes. Our chests were heaving together as he cupped my face, gave me one intense look before devouring my mouth like how I had devoured my panna cotta.

‘I was his dessert!‘ I thought, holding my breath as our bodies collided, and our lips molded like matching puzzle pieces.

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Beckett’s hands were rough against my skin, and so were his kisses. It was demanding, needy, and bruising. While my mind was trying hard to catch up with Beckett’s ministration, he started working with my long- sleeved cover–up, tossing it away and leaving me almost naked.

Beckett expertly gathered my hair, spun me around, and the cool surface of the wall did nothing against my heated skin. I gasped, my body pressed against the wall, and then I felt Beckett’s teeth bite down on my shoulder.

“Ah!” I moaned, my eyelids pinching shut as delicious pain spiraled where he had just bitten me. Molten desire rolled through every part of my body as Beckett planted more tiny bites on the length of my shoulder and neck.

I breathe through my parted lips, chasing air as I feel Beckett’s free hand working on my denim skirt.

“Beckett.” My voice sounded more like a plea than a warning.

A deep groan rumbled from the man behind me. His slick movements became messy as my entire body shook with excitement, and my skirt pooled around my feet.

He splayed his palms on my belly, pulling me backward until there was no space between my back and his front. He was hard, stiff as a rod beneath his jeans. “Feel that? Hmm?” he pressed harder against my lower back, making a slow circle with his hips. “Feel my cock? That’s what you do to me, baby girl. It’s fucking painful, and all I could think about is fucking you to next week.”

“Yes, please,” I blurted out before I could consider those words. All my inhibitions flew out of the window when his hands started to map my skin, sliding in opposite directions. His left hand slipped under my thin top, tracing the underside of my breast, and his right slid under my panties, stopping just right above my

pussy.

“Beckett,” my head fell backward against his shoulders.

“What do you need, Andi?” he murmured against my neck, pressing his lips on my racing pulse.

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