Page 49 of Uproot

I move over her body, leaning down to gently kiss her, then pull back to study her beautiful face.

She squirms underneath me, the attention I’m giving her obviously making her flustered. “Why are you staring at me?” she whispers.

I run my finger over her full lips, “I’m wondering what you taste like,” I mutter.

She blinks at me, “You know what I taste like. You just kissed me,” she says, moving her hand to play with my damp hair. “I’m guessing that I must taste like grapes.”

I lower my lips, brushing them over hers, “I’m not talking about your mouth, Selah.”

She intakes a sharp breath as my mouth descends on hers again, swallowing her gasp. She whimpers as my tongue wraps around hers, taking everything it’s been yearning for since the last time we kissed.

Her hands wrap around the back of my neck as I press my body against hers, my lips moving down to her throat.

I suck on the tender skin of her neck, nicking her flesh with my teeth, a sudden determination to mark her taking over me. She writhes underneath me her fingers still threading through my hair as I hold her still and leave my mark on her delicate skin.

When I’m satisfied with the purple bruise that is forming there, I move my fingers under her shirt, marveling at how well her body responds to my touch.

Her brown skin is so soft and smooth, and when I look into her heavy-lidded eyes, they are filled with the same need and craving that is coursing through my veins.

“Let me touch you angel,” I rasp, my fingers skimming over the bottom of her bra.

Her response comes back soft and needy, “Yes please, Beckett.”

I groan, burying my nose into her neck, “Such good manners,” I praise.

I kiss her on the mark I left behind, then push her shirt up. I move the cups of her bra down one at a time exposing her supple breasts.

Her hands slowly move to cover her stomach, and I frown at them obstructing my view.

“Move your hands Selah. I want to see all of what’s mine,” I snarl.

Her eyes widen, and she timidly removes her hands, her mouth twisting into a frown.

She is so self-conscious but I have absolutely no clue why. Her body is an immaculate work of curves and beautiful skin. It should be revered and appreciated, and that’s exactly what I intend to do.

Right now.

I run my fingers over her dark nipples one at a time, and her chest begins to rise and fall faster.

“So beautiful,” I mutter, watching how her nipples harden under my touch.

I lean down and kiss her nipples with the same attention and eagerness I kissed her lips with. I feel starved for this woman in a way that is almost frightening. Part of me wants to consume her,while another part of me wants to hold her in my arms and keep her from anything that could make her unhappy.

Her back rises from the bed as I suck one dark nipple into my mouth, groaning as a soft moan escapes her lips. I do the same to the next nipple, using my hand to continue to tease the other one so it doesn’t lack any attention.

“Oh my gosh. Beck,please,” she whines under me, her fingers tugging my hair harder.

“Mmm. My little touch starved Angel. You’ve just been waiting for me to show up at your door and take care of you in every single way, hmm? Haven’t you?” I ask, lifting from her breasts and looking up at her.

She holds my face in her hands, smiling shyly at me. Our eyes stay locked for a moment before she pulls me down for another kiss.

I break my mouth from hers and kiss my way down her stomach until I get to her tiny shorts. I hook my thumbs into the sides of them, and look up at her for confirmation to continue.

She lifts her hips and I pull them off eagerly.

“Fuck, Selah,” I mutter, finding her bare pussy underneath her frilly shorts. I toss the shorts over my shoulder, throwing them into oblivion and eagerly spreading her open for me with my fingers.

Her pussy is more magnificent than the wildest dreams I’ve had of her.

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