He rolls us over so I’m on my back, and nudges my legs apart with his knee. I oblige him, gripping his arms to steady myself as he lines up. A muscle in his arm jumps as I squeeze. He rubs his cock against my entrance, getting the tip wet with my slick. “James.” I gasp as his hand brushes my still-sensitive clit. “Don’t tease.” He looks down at me, something unidentifiable in his gaze. “I won’t, Beckett.” He pushes in. A little at a time, his face taut with concentration, leaving me rapt as I watch the intensity in his eyes. Beckett. He called me by my full name. Not Bex, not “princess.”
...more
