Maid For Beckett Catching The Baseball Legend’s Heart novel Chapter 182

Chapter 182

Chapter 182

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I was lost in the moment, dazed by having the length of Beckett’s body caging me against the bed. This is probably the only moment that I would let someone pin me down, because having Beckett on top of me doesn’t make me feel trapped; instead, he makes me feel protected.

Beckett kissed me with a sort of desperation this time, as if he was trying to make me come with just one kiss.

I don’t bother telling him that he didn’t have to try so hard. If only he knew, he could just pin me with his smolder, and my body would tremble in release.

He kissed me as though he was focusing all his energy on making sure I was satisfied. His lips moved in a tentative manner, yet desperate enough to hear the sounds he could pull out of my chest.

I moaned as I writhed underneath him, my fingers burying deep into his hair as I held on for support. And when Beckett released my mouth to catch air, he rested his forehead against mine.

“My sweet little wife,” he murmured against my mouth, gazing softly down at me as though he was afraid he’d break me. That gaze was a stark contrast to how he was kissing me seconds ago.

“Hmmm.” I hummed, teeth stabbing down on my lower lip. I could feel the heat from my cheeks spiraling rapidly down my body to my center. There’s a fire blooming inside me that Beckett needs to control.

“I love you,” he grumbled, those words leaving his mouth smoother than honey.

“I love you, too,” I replied instantly.

I wouldn’t tell Beckett that he’s cute when he’s feeling like a cheeseball, when his eyes shine with emotions, and it makes my chest swell so fast that I fear it might explode.

Beckett didn’t waste another moment and kissed his way down my throat, spending a long moment in that sweet little spot just between my collarbone and throat. He knew that would make me moan louder, and he smiled against my skin when he drew out that sound from my throat.

He trailed lower and rolled my shirt up until he had my breast for the taking. He lowered his head to my nipple, sucking it into his mouth.

A lightning bolt struck me down between my legs. I gasped, my back arching, offering my breast for him to feast on.

“So responsive,” he growled, pleased. Then he moved to my other breast, sampling my nipple too, swirling his tongue round and round until a dull ache registered in my taut buds.

I closed my eyes, slid my hand over his shoulder, holding onto his toned muscles as he awakened my body.

“Beckett,” I whispered, literally shivering in need.

“Hm… you wanted this, don’t rush me,” he murmured, his voice guttural with desire, Gooseflesh covered my skin as he pulled my top completely and tossed the fabric haphazardly behind him.

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Chapter 182

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He kissed his way down my navel, inhaling, nuzzling, and nipping my skin gently with his teeth. His day–old stubble was rough, leaving wonderful tickles in its wake.

I want to feel that stubble between my legs. And as if on cue, I feel my pussy pulsing in anticipation.

“Beckett!” I gasped, hands flying over his hair, gripping a handful for my dear life.

I didn’t have to voice it out. He knew what I wanted, but he lifted his gaze to me with a warning. “Trust me.”

He’s been saying that phrase in bed since we got married, reminding me that his way was better than what I already know, that the reward was always worth it if I waited patiently.

He wasn’t asking me, but I still nodded, understanding my role in this bed this morning. So I bit my tongue and kept quiet, letting him work at his own pace.

He smirked and resumed his slow, painful trip down my navel. He paused and bit me on the hip. It’s not hard, but the slight biting pain was enough to let me know he was in charge.

Then he moved lower, biting my inner thighs, left then right, licking and sucking where the pain struck.

It felt so good that my toes curled each time he’d bite and lick me. I was a moaning and trashing mess when Beckett finally decided to release me from my misery. I might have pulled a handful of his hair in the process. When he tugged my panties off, I swore he could see my pussy glistening and gushing like a stream in springtime.

He pushed my legs apart, lowered his mouth on my center, and licked a stripe on my entire slit. He grunted, satisfied with how I tasted, and I felt my body relishing under his ministry.

He bit me between my legs. I sucked in a breath. It didn’t hurt, but when he bit my clit, I gasped out loud, eyes growing wide as I yelped his name.

I was shocked to feel his teeth in such a tender spot. He quickly lapped at my pussy, his tongue relieving my pulsating bud from the pain and getting right back into a flurry of biting, licking, and nipping. I groaned louder each time he’d push me to the edge of my release, and tugged me back down only to build me up again.

I hear Beckett’s groan through my cries of satisfaction.

The rest of my body goes wild as my mind zones in on everything he’s doing between my legs.

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