Page 50 of Beautiful Desire (Blossom Beach #3)

Fletcher grabs one of my legs, placing it over his shoulder as he buries his face right where I need him the most. His eyes remain on mine as he inhales deeply, then runs his tongue through my lips.

My breath comes out in harsh pants as he does this a few times, my body thrumming with need for him.

Fletcher pulls back, spreading me open with his fingers, and as his gaze drops, he lets out a deep, throaty groan.

“And this fucking cunt,” he growls, thumb gently tracing the piercing and then my clit. “It was made to take my cock.”

The more he rubs me, the more desperate I feel. “I need it,” I whimper, tone coated in arousal. “I need you .”

The corner of his mouth tips up, and it makes my stomach do a flip. “And what is it, exactly, that you need from me, Peach?”

“Fuck me, Fletcher,” I moan. “Please.” Stay with me. Hold me all night. Don’t leave me.

A groan rips through his chest as he stands. Fingers coming to my chin, he tilts my head back to meet his gaze. “Well, when you beg me like that, how can I say no?”

Then his lips are on mine, taking them with fervor as his hands slide down to the back of my thighs to lift me up.

I gasp into his mouth, my arms wrapping around his neck as he carries me over to the bed.

Switching to an impressive one-hand hold, he uses his other to shove his sweats down, stepping out of them while never tearing his mouth from mine.

My entire body is on fire by the time Fletcher lays me on top of the bed, and as I shimmy up to the top, he crawls over me, the feral look in his eyes making me tremble all over.

Wrapping my legs around his waist as he positions himself on top of me, I reach between us, wrapping my hand around his hard, thick cock before lining the tip up to my aching pussy.

I need him inside of me now . Fuck any foreplay.

Fletcher holds my gaze as he slowly eases into me, his lips slightly parted, and his eyebrows drawn inward.

“Fuck, Peach…” His voice is full of gravel and so fucking sexy as he gives me every last inch of his dick.

Sliding his hand under the back of my neck, he uses his other to rake down the side of my body until he reaches my thigh, gripping the flesh with a firm hold as he pulls out to the tip.

The eye contact is heady as he sinks in again.

“This is what I needed,” he husks before capturing my bottom lip between his teeth.

“To have you in my arms, to be inside this cunt, where I fucking belong.”

Fletcher moves with slow, deep strokes that make my toes curl, every roll of his hips intentional and aimed to please. He fills me so thoroughly, my body stretching to take all of him.

He feels so good.

“You like this, Peach?”

I nod as a whimper falls from my lips.

His mouth curls into a smirk. “You think you can actually walk away from this? From us ?” Fletcher’s hand squeezes around my thigh as a groan rumbles from his chest. “We’re too good together, Peach, and I know you see that.”

His movements get rougher with every word he says, and as he bottoms out, he grinds his pelvis against me. It’s heavenly, feeling him so deep, but also getting the friction on my clit. It’s electric, and my body basically vibrates beneath him as my nails dig into his shoulders.

“I know this isn’t what you want,” he growls, and my stomach flips. “Deep down, behind the fear, you don’t want this to be over. You care about me just as much as I care about you, Peach, and I fucking dare you to look me in the eyes and tell me I’m wrong.”

But I can’t.

I can’t say that because it’s not true.

He’s not wrong, and that’s what terrifies me.

This feels different… It’s always felt different.

Being with Fletcher goes so far beyond physical.

He can read me in a way I can’t even read myself sometimes.

He knew what I wanted and what I needed before I even knew.

How is that possible? And right now, as I hold on to him like I never want to let him go, and my chest tightens and it gets harder to breathe, I know he’s right.

Despite the fear clutching at my nerves any time I let myself imagine an actual future with him, I can never get over this nagging feeling, like I’m making the wrong decision.

Like letting him go will be the greatest mistake I ever make.

But how do I get past that? How do I let him in, after years and years of being so closed off?

Fletcher brings his hand up, brushing a strand of hair out of my face before caressing my cheek, his touch featherlight.

“I don’t want to go back to how it was before,” he admits.

“I don’t want to pretend like you haven’t flipped my world upside down in the very best way.

Like you haven’t helped make me a better man, a man worthy of you . ”

Pleasure swims through my body while pressure builds behind my eyes. He’s cracking me open, heart on display. Fletcher isn’t fucking me… No, he’s making love to me, and I can’t handle it, but I don’t want it to stop either. It’s overwhelming and vulnerable and fucking everything .

“Tell me you want this to be over,” he grits out.

“And not from fear or what you think should happen, but because you honestly want it to be over. Tell me, Georgia, and I swear, I’ll leave here tonight and respect your choice, even though it’s bullshit.

Tell me , and I’ll do it. For you, I’ll do it. ”

My vision blurs, and as I blink, moisture spills from my eyes, falling hot down my temples.

Fletcher doesn’t slow down, hips rolling into me as I crumble beneath him.

The tears keep coming; I can’t seem to make them stop, and heat spreads through my veins as my release builds and emotion clogs my throat.

I’m close, so fucking close, and the way he’s looking at me—like he can see straight into my soul—only adds to fuel to the fire.

“I can’t,” I say, voice cracked and barely above a whisper.

“Yeah, that’s what I fucking thought,” he growls a moment before his lips claim mine.

As soon as his tongue slips into my mouth, it’s over for me.

He swallows my scream as my release takes hold, pussy throbbing, walls contracting around Fletcher’s dick as his movements get erratic and jerky.

Mouth still to mine, his jaw goes slack, a guttural groan ripping from his throat while his body stills and his cock pulsates, spilling his cum inside of me.

After he finishes, Fletcher buries his face in my neck as we both catch our breath.

The pillow beneath my head is soaked, and the tears won’t stop.

If anything, they’re coming even faster.

Rolling onto the bed beside me, Fletcher wipes the wetness away with his thumb, his features soft as he gazes into my eyes.

Neither of us says anything, but we don’t have to, and as he turns me onto my side and wraps his arm around my middle, tugging me into his body, I feel so at ease, like I can breathe deeply for the first time in weeks.

My eyes grow heavy, so I close them, and I take comfort in letting him hold me as I drift off to sleep.