Chapter 19

Beckett’s gaze fell to my mouth and I licked my lips. Slowly and deliberately.

“Yes,” he said, voice low and hoarse.

I leaned in and he gasped as our noses touched. I ran my hand up his arm, over his shoulder, and cupped his cheek. Finally, I had his beard under my fingertips. It was soft and so much silkier than I’d imagined. I ran my fingers through it and his breath stuttered.

“Levi, please,” he whispered, and I couldn’t resist the desperation in his voice. I slid my hand down his neck, closed the distance, and pressed my mouth against his. There was no tongue. No exchange of saliva. Just his warm lips against mine. Our breaths mingling. His hand gripping my waist.

Something fell into place. Righted itself. Something I’d waited for my entire life but not found until this moment when I finally was allowed to touch this amazing man.