Page 64 of One Pucking Heart

I love the way my name falls from her lips, the way she begs me to touch her when that’s all I want to do. It causes a storm of need to fill me up. My body threatens to blow with the sweet ache of all-consuming want. I’ve never wanted someone the way I want Elena. The intensity in which I need her is unlike anything I’ve felt.

“Beckett,” she breathes. Her voice is so needy that she sounds like she’s in pain.

“I got you.” I kiss her neck as my hand picks up speed.

Her body quakes, and I kiss her lips, catching her cries in my mouth. My mouth continues to caress her lips until her body stops quivering. Then I move my kisses to her neck once more as she takes in breaths of air.

I take the kiss deeper. I kiss her hard, my tongue licking greedily. Her taste is addictive. She whimpers into my mouth as her fingers pull through my hair, drawing me closer.

She pulls her mouth from mine, her lips swollen and red, sexy. “You want to go skinny-dipping?”

“Absolutely.”

“Me too.” Her voice is low and seductive.

With just a few words, Elena has the ability to make me crazy with desire. She is exceptionally skilled at it.

I yank my T-shirt over my head and pull off my swim trunks while Elena removes her clothing.

The moonlight highlights her naked body. “You are a fucking goddess, and you’re mine,” I growl.

“I’m yours. Always.” She leans in for a quick kiss before she leads us to the pool steps. The pool must be heated like the ones by the house because it’s warm, even as the night air grows cooler.

Once in the water, I waste no time. Pressing my back against the side of the pool, I tightly hold Elena against me with one arm as my free hand slides down her wet skin and between her legs. Two of my fingers enter her.

She bites her lip at the intrusion, and a small moan comes from her lips, but she doesn’t look away. Our lusty gazes stay connected.

“Does that feel good?” I ask as my fingers move deeper.

Elena closes her eyes and drops her face to my shoulder. “God, yes.”

“Does that make you feel good, baby?” My thumb moves in circles around her most sensitive area.

“Yes,” she whimpers quietly against my neck. Her fingers grab at the skin of my back.

I pull out my fingers and position my length at her entrance, and I push in. Every sensation of this experience is incredibly intense. The feeling of being out in the open and together in this way is hot as fuck. The warm water hitting my wet skin adds a different element and is highly enjoyable. And the way she feels without a barrier between us is incredible. Now that she’s my wife, I never want to wear a condom again.

She continues to moan into my neck as my palms grasp her ass and push her onto me over and over again. I tilt my knees and bend my pelvis up, to make sure I’m hitting the exact spot she needs. I can tell by the forceful way in which her hands grasp my back with her jagged breaths against my skin and the almost painful-sounding moans that leave her mouth that she is so close. My arms burn as I continue to move her onto me, increasing my speed with each thrust as I chase my own release.

Finally, we’re both there, and as her body shatters around me, I let go. I capture her cries in my mouth as I kiss her hard. Making love to my wife in this pool on this beautiful moonlit night is the single most satisfying moment in my life to date.

Until tomorrow, which will somehow be even better.

CHAPTER THIRTY

ELENA

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I groan, the contractions coming harder now. Leaning over the desk in my office, my entire body tenses as a contraction takes over. My lips are in an O, and I breathe through the pain.

We’ve officially come full circle. Here we are in our home arena, the guys in the Cup finals, which is where I laid eyes on Beckett for the first time a little over a year ago. I watched Beckett cry out in pain as he was shoved into the boards, injuring his knee.

Now, I’m the one in pain, but this isn’t round one of the playoffs. This is the final game, in the final round—the game Beckett has waited his entire life for.

The door handle turns, and I jolt upright. Beckett pops his head in. “Everything okay, baby?”

“Yes.” I plaster on a smile. “I was just getting off my feet for a couple of minutes. Heading back out?”

He nods and smiles as if he’s the happiest man in the world. “Yeah, this is it. This is it, babe.”

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