Maid For Beckett Catching The Baseball Legend’s Heart novel Chapter 83

-Andi-

Tine slowed as Beckett’s mouth closed against mine. I was aware of everything around me. The blast of cold air from the air conditioning, the purr of the engine, and the loud pounding of my heart in my head. Then, as if a wormhole sucked everything around me, my head spun into the deep ends until I lost my sanity, until all that mattered was the man who was cupping my face and claiming my lips.

Beckett’s hold was firm, his mouth warm and insistent. There wasn’t an inch of hesitation in his body. He just slammed the brakes on my monologue of blaming and put a stop to my spiralling thoughts.

A war occurred between my mind and my body while I was frozen still on the passenger seat.

My brain screamed no, this is wrong, this will ruin everything, but my body, my damn traitor of a body, leaned towards Beckett’s touch, begging for more. My breath hitched, lips parting on instinct, and that was all the sign Beckett needed.

A low growl rumbled from his chest, as though he had been waiting too long for this to happen.

He weaved his fingers through my hair, keeping me close, but surprisingly, his kiss wasn’t desperate. Not even rough despite aking control of the situation. Beckett was holding back something dangerous, something that had been caged too long. His thumb brushed my jaw ever so softly, like he was anchoring me to the moment so I wouldn’t float apart.

I know I should push him away. He was my freaking fake boyfriend, and there were no paparazzi around to witness this show, but my body wouldn’t move. My heart forced its way into the war between my mind and body, dominating all parts of me to succumb to what I really wanted.

Desire unfurled low in my stomach, spreading too fast into my veins that I felt dizzy. My fingers curled into my lap as I savored the softness of his lips. I tasted wine and sin as I kissed him back. My hesitation morphs into a full–blown need as my fear dissolves into something reckless and intoxicating.

I melted. I was butter tossed in the sun, and Beckett’s touch was keeping me from completely dissolving into nothingness.

I moaned. I freaking moaned. The sound was foreign to my ears, but I knew that was mine. Then my body started to reciprocate Beckett’s touch, arching forward as I demanded more. My hands curled around his wrists as I savored each caress of his tongue on my lips, each sultry dance our mouths did, and each sound we both made.

I see all good things as I whimpered when he bit my lips, but then I tasted all the danger and risks I had to take just for Beckett’s sweet kisses.

Sloane. Carter. The media, the trolls, and the deal and lie we have to make.

Nothing good should come out of that.

I gasped, snapping me back to reality, and shoved at his chest hard enough to break us apart. My lips tingled. My heart slammed violently against my ribs as I caught my breath.

Beckett’s lips were still puckered as he opened his eyes. His hand was still cupping my face as he locked gaze with me.

Like a snail slowly sinking back into its shell, I retreat into the safe zone of our deal. Just right on the edge of the boundary that we had just crossed.

“Andi-” Beckett murmured, but I shook my head.

“Just take me back to the estate,” I said and turned towards the window, shutting all the windows and doors at Beckett, not allowing him to make his case.

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Chapter 53

-Becker

The second her lips parted against mine. I knew I was already fucked

I didn’t mean to kiss her I promised not to touch her without her permission, dammit!

Yes. I wanted to ss her it’s all I could ever think about all dinner, but not like this. I don’t know what has gotten into me. All

knew was needed to say her from spiraling away, to keep her from blabbering blame on me, to shut down all the regrets pouring our of her mouth–out the moment she kissed me back a samurai had sheed through my control, cutting it in half.

She tasted like everything I ever wanted and more. She tasted like wine and salt and fear and everything achingly sweet in

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Ser ingers gripping my jacket nearly undid me.

For those few seconds, the world arrowed to just us, the softness of her skin, the warmth of her kisses, and the way she leaned in like she insectively trusted me, as she belonged here in my arms.

Then she quiled way.

And the look on her face ruined me. Her panic, guilt and yearning all twisted together landed a heavy blow on my gut.

Frack

Her her push me back and let the distance grow between us, because the last thing I wanted was to scare her more.

She asked that I make her back to the estate, her eyes pleading for me not to ask any questions.

Lank back in my seat and put the car in motion. The silence in the car was stifling, and I couldn’t even bring myself to

tam on the muse

All I could see in front of me was the look on her face, her trembling hands, her flushed cheeks, the way her eyes refused to

I wanted to tell her I’m sorry, that kissing her had been on my mind the entire night, but I was holding myself back, and I knew that wouldn’t say her to listen to me. It would only make things worse.

Eng her was inevitable in our deal. I didn’t think it would happen this early, in this way, and it’s killing me. Because HOW that I had kissed her. I’m sure of one thing I wasn’t pretending anymore. This wasn’t for a show.

Intally liked And, and that scared the hell out of me. I wanted her, plain and terrifyingly simple.

I gripped the steering wheel tightly, wiling my mind to focus on the task at hand before I crash this car I exhaled slowly. grounding myself before I pull this car to the side of the road again and ravish Andi hike I has been fantasining since our first

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The reached the estate, and Andi dain’t even give me a sliver of a chance to explain myself. She slid out of the car, half walking, half running towards the main door

I had never been grateful for my long strides until now. I managed to catch up to her by the door, gripping her wrist and spuntang her around

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Andi squeaked as I pushed her against the closed door, as carefully as I possibly could. I caged her with my body: the soft light above us illuminated the shock that registered on her face.

“What-” she gasped. “What are you doing?”

I bent at the waist and leveled my face with hers until my lips hovered over hers, and her chest matched my breathing

“Beckett…” she whispered, her knees buckling. All the signs that she wanted this were manifesting. Her raging pulse, her ragged breathing, and she even licked her lips.

“I want to kiss you.” I said, my voice caught between demanding and begging. And I never beg. Fuck! I hope she knows how much I wanted this.

She swallowed hard and licked her lips again. There was a split second where I thought she would knee me in the balls and slap me hard in the face. But then she tipped her chin up, her eyes narrowing. “Then kiss me.”

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