Maid For Beckett Catching The Baseball Legend’s Heart novel Chapter 84

Chapter 84

-Andi-

He doesn’t kiss me instantly. He gazed down at me with a hard jaw and half–lidded eyes. He was giving me an inch of space to think my decision through, to consider every outcome of agreeing to his demand. He was giving me a way out, but I didn’t take it.

Through that excruciating drive back to the estate, I had pondered why I was putting myself in this misery. I knew I wanted Beckett. It was a hard pill to swallow, but I really like my boss. I was tipping on the edge of falling for him, and I was letting all these fears hinder my happiness.

Anyone with eyes could see that Beckett wants me. It was in his every touch, every gaze, and damn… that kiss. It was a loud declaration of how much he wanted me. Now the only question is why me and for how long his attention will be solely on me. But that is not a problem I can solve, and I don’t even know how long this fake relationship will last, so why am I depriving myself of this chance to be happy? Yes, Beckett makes me happy, and I am my own enemy, so I don’t run away. I don’t back down. I tipped my chin up and stared deeply into his eyes, letting him see that I am in this with him now.

He placed a hand under my jaw, his thumb drawing circles on my cheek. “If I kiss you, there’s no turning back, Andi.”

What the hell does he mean by that? Whatever the hell it was, I don’t care anymore. Being scared won’t take me anywhere. “Just fucking kiss me,” I said and tossed my hand around his neck, pulling his lips down to mine.

Beckett’s lips stretched into a smile, and his hands instinctively wrapped around my waist. He pulled me away from the door as he pulled me closer to his body.

This wasn’t the first time we kissed, but this was the first time I consented him to take whatever he wanted from me.

I moaned into his mouth as our lips danced to a sultry music only the two of us could hear. The night air was cool, a stark contrast to the warmth of Beckett’s embrace. Beckett’s hand scaled my back as his tongue slipped between my lips. He gripped a healthy amount of my ass, squeezing it so deliciously that I whimpered against his kiss.

Good lord. Why did I deprive myself of this kind of elation? So, this was what I had been missing all this time?”

Beckett hoisted me up until I could feel the hardness of his manhood pressing against my stomach. And good heavens, the guy was packing. It’s like he was rubbing a boulder against my pussy.

I buried my finger into his soft hair. It was like grasping clouds through my fingertips. I suddenly feel conscious of my hair is saggy and thick. But Beckett doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, his other hand just took a fistful of my hair and pulled it back. The sting on my scalp made me whimper, and Beckett seemed to like that because he did it again.

Beckett’s kisses were like an exploration. He tasted my lips, biting them, then teased my tongue until I was moaning and begging for more. I arched into his touch, my hands exploring his chest, and every ridge of his toned torso sent shivers down my spine. It was like touching a sculpture made by the gods. I don’t think I had ever touched something so hard and warm and perfect.

Beckett groaned into my mouth when I found his nipple and pinched it. It seemed I had awakened a beast inside him.

He cupped my ass with both hands, hoisting me up and staggering towards the door. I was once again trapped between the door and his body, but this time, Beckett slid his hand down the back of my legs, guiding both to wrap around his waist.

I squealed as my foot lifted up from the ground. The skirt of my dress rolled up my hips. A flush of heat rushed down my center as his hard cock pressed against my sodden panties.

Beckett pulled away, his chest rising and falling in quick succession. His lips were swollen, and his eyes were dilated

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My face is hot, and the cool air brushes my cheeks. I can’t seem to find the strength to look away from Beckett’s blazing gaze, even if I feel conscious of how mortifying our position is right now.

“Do you want more?” Beckett ground out. His voice sounded as if it came from the deepest part of the

canyon.

I don’t overthink. Hell, I don’t think at all and just nod as I swallow the lump that’s blocking my airway. “More.” Beckett grunted and crushed his mouth onto mine again. My eyes slid shut when I felt his cock punch against my pussy. He pushed me harder against the wall to the point that he was crushing my body with his. I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist as he let go of my ass, his hands scaling the curves of my waist until he was cupping my breasts.

“Oh, god,” I cried as he found my nipples. The dress didn’t allow me to wear a bra, and Beckett was obviously grateful for the fact. All I could think about was my boss playing my body like it was a game he’d been playing expertly.

“I want you, Andi,” he groaned as he released my lips and trailed hot, wet kisses down my throat. “I fucking need you.”

I must be losing my mind because I don’t protest; I don’t even ask what he wants from me. All I could muster was a strained whimper as Beckett started to undo the buttons of my dress. He flicked it open one by one until I could feel the cool air rushing through the fabric of my dress as he loosened its fit.

Becket lifts his face and presses his forehead to mine. His breath was ragged, and his nostrils were flaring. “Talk to me,” he demanded as if he were in pain.

Despite the obvious charge of desire and lust in the air, Beckett was still giving me a way out. How he does that was beyond my understanding. His cock was as hard as steel pressed against my center. That must be so damn painful to control.

“I… I don’t think I’m ready for this,” I say honestly. A rush of fear and panic rolled down my system as a dreaded silence between us.

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Beckett closed his eyes and sighed. Then he carefully set me back down on the ground and slowly buttoned my dress. I can hear his thoughts firing inside his mind, and I can feel him slipping away from my grasp. When he finished closing the buttons of my dress, Beckett stepped back and looked me in the eye. There was sadness in those gray pools that struck me to the core.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured. “I got carried away.”

He was about to take another step back, but I reached for his hands before he could put a huge distance between us.

“Hey, I pulled every ounce of strength I had and faced my fears. I was afraid that if I told him what was on my mind, t would lose him for good. Will he still want me? Or will it turn him off?

I had already done things I knew I would regret tomorrow, so why not add another carelessness to that list? “L. I’m not ready to have sex with you, but I really liked the way you kissed me. You can kiss me again… if you want.”

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