Fall Into Temptation (Blue Moon #2) (14 page)

“We were hoping you’d spend the day with us,” Summer said casually, but her sparkling eyes gave her away.

“Thanksgiving with the vegetarians?” Gia asked.

“Well, Thanksgiving and a wedding.” Summer grinned.

“Are you serious? You’re getting married on Thanksgiving?”

Summer giggled. “We want something small, but I want to still be able to wear a spectacular dress which means the sooner the better,” she said, patting her still-flat belly again.

“We would be thrilled to spend Thanksgiving with you. We’ve all got a lot to be thankful for this year,” Gia said happily.

“Good, because now you can’t say no to the next thing.”

“What’s the next thing?”

“I want you to be a bridesmaid,” Summer stated firmly. “Now, I know what you’re going to say,” she said holding up a hand when Gia started to speak.

“We haven’t known each other long, but I like you more than any ‘friends’ I had in the city and you’re practically family … Because of Franklin,” she added, darting a glance at Carter.

“I don’t know what to say,” Gia told her. She was touched. She liked Summer and admired the life she and Carter were forging together. To be asked to be a part of it was sweet and exactly the kind of relationship she’d been looking to build here.

“Say yes,” Summer urged. “Besides with your hair and coloring, you’ll look amazing in the bridesmaids dress I picked out.”

“Well, when you put it that way, how can I say no?” Gia laughed.

“Perfect!” Summer winked and snuggled into Carter’s side. “It’s you and Joey for bridesmaids and Beckett and Jax are groomsmen. Beckett will be your escort.”

T
he parade was an undisputed hit
. Gia especially enjoyed the showing of the Higgenworth Communal Alternative Education Day Care. Three- and four-year-olds dressed as farm animals ran amok on the street as their adult chaperones attempted to shoo them back into formation.

Next to her, Carter shuddered when the ringleader, a woman dressed in overalls and a straw hat, waved to him. He gave her a weak smile and Gia swore the hand he raised to return the greeting was shaking.

“Remember your promise to me,” Summer said, through gritted teeth and a pained smile.

“Our children will never behave like that,” Carter recited. “And if they do, we’re going to drop them off at HCAEDC and run for our lives.”

A little girl with pigtails and a rubber chicken beak paused mid-skip and vomited what looked like a dinner of cotton candy onto the asphalt. She wiped her mouth on her little sleeve and cheerily skipped on.

“Katie Bell,” Carter and Summer sighed together.

The parade came to a spectacular end as the Blue Moon High School Marching Band playing “Monster Mash” ushered off the last float.

Gia’s little crew marched across the street to the square where the smell of popcorn and fried pickles wafted. The park was done up in Halloween fashion. Orange lights were strung overhead and wrapped around tree trunks, while giant bushels of mums were clustered around park benches. Carved pumpkins entered in the contest were showcased on bales of hay. As she’d learned from the town meeting, the fake spider webs had been vetoed this year given the impossible cleanup they’d posed last year. The two dozen food and craft stands were decked out with orange and black bunting and nearly everyone had donned festive costumes.

Evan dashed off with his friends, ten dollars, and strict instructions to meet her back at the studio in an hour so she could say good-bye before his sleepover. She valiantly tried not to imagine the number of preservatives and energy drinks he was going to enjoy until morning.

She and Summer were waiting in line for French fries when she felt a tingle zip through the space between her shoulder blades. Beckett.

He was talking to Carter who was on Aurora duty, at least until she twirled over to Beckett and wrapped her arms around his legs. Beckett hoisted her up, mindful of the plastic swords strapped to her back.

Gia felt her throat tighten a degree.

“The Pierce men are meant for fatherhood,” Summer said, noting the direction of Gia’s stare.

“Yeah, well, one of those men is going to find out sooner than the others,” Gia teased.

“Only one?” Summer raised a perfectly groomed brow.

“Just what are you getting at, Cryptic Cindy?”

Summer shrugged daintily. “Oh, I just have a feeling. About you. And about Beckett.”

Gia rolled her eyes. “You and the rest of Blue Moon. I hate to disappoint the hopes of an entire town, but I don’t think I’m going to have time for any relationships real or imagined.”

“Business booming?”

“It’s going well, but I ran into a surprise expense and I’m going to have to take something on part-time — and hopefully very flexible — to get us through until the studio is making a bit more.”

Summer’s fingers gripped her arm. “Oh. My. God. Gia!”

“What? Are you okay?” Gia asked, panicked and expecting a medical emergency.

“I’m better than okay!” Summer released her death grip on Gia. “How are your writing skills?”

“Are you two in line?” An impatient Mrs. Nordeman dressed as Scarlet O’Hara in draperies peeked around them at the growing gap in the line.

“Sorry, Mrs. Nordeman,” Summer offered her a bright smile. They stepped forward.

“My writing skills?” Gia asked.

“So today I landed a very large, very enthusiastic advertiser for
Thrive
,” Summer began.

“Congratulations, Summer! That’s fantastic.”

She waved away her praise. “What this means is I’m looking for a very flexible, very part-time assistant editor. Preferably someone with a background in health and wellness.” She looked pointedly at Gia.

“Are you offering me a job?” Gia squeaked.

“I’m offering if you’re accepting. Oh my God, your education in plants means we could beef up the gardening content, too!” Summer clapped her hands together. “This is too perfect. I’m thinking between ten and fifteen hours a week would do it and we’ll work around your schedule. What do you say?”

Gia felt shell-shocked. “This is the second time in one night you’ve given me an offer I can’t refuse.”

Summer grabbed her in a tight hug. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” she chanted.

“I should be thanking you,” Gia gasped as the oxygen was squeezed out of her by Summer’s surprisingly strong grip. You have no idea what this means to me and my family.”

“Hey, you girls want fries?” the man behind the stand barked.

Mrs. Nordeman grumbled past them in her full skirt to order.

“Sorry, Mrs. Nordeman,” Summer and Gia said.

When they finally returned bearing greasy dishes of fries, Carter demanded to know what all the fuss in line had been about. “What’s with all the jumping and hugging?”

“Don’t tell me you’re
that
big a fan of French fries,” Beckett said, fishing one out of Gia’s vinegar-sodden dish.

“Gentlemen, and Aurora, say hello to my new assistant editor,” Summer announced, waving expansively at Gia.

“Hello, Mama,” Aurora chirped.

“We’re going to need another desk,” Summer winked at Carter.

“I’d better get building,” he said, stroking a hand through his fiancée’s glossy hair. “Hey, how do the twins feel about milkshakes?”

“I like milkshakes,” Aurora said, tugging on his hand. “Ninjas love milkshakes, right, Bucket?”

Beckett grinned at her. “They sure do, shortcake. And I bet if you give Carter that sad face of yours he’d invite you along to the milkshake stand.”

Aurora spun around to face Carter, her sweet face morphing into wide-eyed, lip-trembling devastation.

“What the hell is that?” Carter asked in horror, picking her up.

“Mama, Carter said ‘hell.’” Aurora said in a loud whisper, her faux sadness forgotten in the thrill of a tale to tell.

“Jesus,” Carter said, rubbing his free hand over his heart.

“See what you have to look forward to?” Gia said sweetly.

Beckett grinned.

Summer covered her belly with her hand. “Please don’t be two girls,” she whispered.

“What do you say, Rora? Want to come with Summer and me and get a milkshake?” Carter asked.

Aurora nodded earnestly and stroked her little hands through Carter’s beard. “Yes, please.”

“Mama, is it okay with you?” Summer winked at Gia.

“Sure, just please don’t let her order a large. I’ll catch up with you after the fried cauliflower stand.”

Gia sighed as she watched her little girl dance off between Summer and Carter holding their hands.

“What are they going to do with two of them?” Beckett asked.

“Never sleep again?” She turned to face him. “You know, we probably shouldn’t be seen alone together in front of the entire town,” she reminded him.

“I’m just a mayor having a friendly conversation with a witchy constituent.” His gray gaze was warm on her face. “I like your costume. Very fitting.”

Gia glanced down.

“Thank you. This is my standard Friday night outfit. I’m curious about your costume. What are you, exactly?”

“I’m a man trying to hide his attraction to a very sexy witch.” He reached out and fingered the tassled tie of her cloak. “I don’t understand it,” he murmured.

“Don’t understand what?”

“Why I find you so irresistible.”

“Beckett!” His name crossed her lips on a hiss. “Your logic is the only thing saving us from a mistake right now. I need you to resist.”

“What about your logic? Your resistance?” His voice was low, skirting toward dangerous.

“They both disappeared when you brought me a fairy garden.”

He took a step closer. “Don’t say things like that.”

Gia’s gaze darted around. Was it her imagination or did everyone in line for cotton candy have their cellphones pointed in their direction?

She grabbed his arm and dragged him off the sidewalk and behind one of the giant oaks that stretched toward the twilight heavens.

Out of the lights, away from the prying eyes, she decided to put it all out there. “Beckett, I need to be clear. I’m very, very attracted to you.” Her gaze skimmed down his body and back up again. “Very,” she said again.

“The feeling is mutual,” he said, bringing his warm hands to her hips.

“But I have two kids. I can’t just have a fling any more than I can jump into a relationship.”

“I know that, Gianna. They’re great kids. I don’t want to jeopardize anything for them, or for you. But I can’t get you out of my head.”

“So what are you suggesting?” She let him pull her a little closer, let her hands slide under his jacket.

“I don’t know.” She could hear the frustration in his tone. His fingers dug into her flesh with it. “I guess, curtains for one.”

“Curtains?”

“You need some curtains for your bedroom. I spend way too much time staring out of my windows into yours. It’s creepy. I feel like a stalker. And you don’t have curtains and I can’t look away.”

Gia knew she should be mortified. But the heat that swept through her wasn’t embarrassment.

“You’re so unbelievably beautiful. You just pull me in and I’m powerless to fight it. I don’t want to fight it. I want to know what it’s like to be with you, in you.”

His lips were a breath away and her legs went boneless.

“Tonight.” She whispered it, unsure if he heard it over the pounding of the blood through her veins.

“Tonight what?” His grip tightened on her.

“Be with me tonight,” she breathed. “And then we’ll see ... Maybe once it’s out of our systems, a set of curtains will be the answer.”

“And if curtains aren’t the answer?” He asked the question she was most afraid of, the one she already knew the answer to.

“If they aren’t, then we’ll find the answer. Together.”

His hands moved to her arms, gripped until her skin stung. “What about Evan and Aurora? We can’t just have a sleepover. They’ll be scarred for life if they had to listen to all the things I want to do with you.”

She could see the fire in his gaze. Desire warred with trepidation. He cared about her kids and that was the most important thing. That was the only thing. She smiled and brought a hand to his face.

“They’re the ones having sleepovers. Your mom and my dad are taking Aurora for the night and Evan is staying over at a friend’s house.”

“Tonight?” He said the word with hope and fear.

“Tonight.”

“Are you sure?”

Gia nodded. “No.”

“Your head is saying yes, but your mouth is saying no.”

“Maybe you can change my mouth’s mind?” she whispered, brushing against his lower lip.

Beckett groaned and pulled back an inch. “Gianna, I want this so badly. But only if you’re sure. There’s a lot at stake.”

“I really like you, Beckett. If you’re a mistake, I have a feeling you’re going to be my favorite one.” She ran her hands through his hair, tugging him down until her lips met his.

B
eckett let
them in the front door of his house. He took his coat from her shoulders and hung it in the foyer closet.

Gia clasped her hands in front of her and tried to smooth out her breathing. Her nerves were spiraling out of control inside her. She had told him she’d meet him here, but he’d waited for her outside the studio until the kids were packed off and good-byes said. She’d wanted the quiet of a solitary walk, maybe she would have taken a few moments at home to check her makeup, give herself a pep talk.

But here she was. In Beckett’s foyer, trying to not have a heart attack.

“Do you want a glass of wine?” he asked. His voice was soft, low.

She surprised them both by shaking her head. “I want you.”

His reaction was swift, instantaneous. He crossed to her and buried his hands in her hair. Beckett’s mouth captured hers in a demanding blaze of need.

She whimpered against his mouth and dove into the fire after him. Her fingers dug into his shoulders. They were moving backward, but Gia didn’t care. Her back met the front door with an unceremonious thump and she yelped.

“Sorry,” he whispered against her mouth, stealing her breath. But he didn’t move back an inch. She was sandwiched between the door and the unyielding weight of his body and she wanted more.

His hands chased her curves and Gia melted under his touch. She felt him, achingly hard, against her stomach. He groaned when she slipped a hand between their bodies to touch him through his jeans.

“Wait, wait,” he commanded when she opened the button of his pants.

He grabbed her hand and stilled it. “Just wait,” he said, his breath ragged. “Birth control?” he asked.

“Pill. We’re good,” she assured him. When she rose up on her toes to take his mouth again, he gripped her shoulders.

“Wait,” he said again. His hand held her firmly against the door. “I’ve thought about this for … a long time. I don’t want to just rip your clothes off in the foyer.”

“What do you have in mind?” Gia said, her chest rising on short sharp gasps of air.

“Give me five minutes, okay?”

“I live with kids,” Gia reminded him. “I don’t care if you have dirty underwear on the floor.”

He grinned. That quick, charming smile that went to her gut like a shot of whiskey. “Stay here. Don’t move.” Beckett took the stairs two at a time.

As soon as he was out of sight, Gia brought her hands to her flushed face. She took several deep breaths to steady herself. She and Beckett Pierce were going to …

It had been so long for her. What if she’d forgotten what to do? What if the sex was terrible?

She immediately shook that fear from her head. If the kisses were that devastating, sex was guaranteed to be better than good. She brought her fingers to lips swollen from his kisses. Way better.

“Gianna?” Beckett appeared at the top of the stairs.

She climbed the stairs, taking her time, her gaze never leaving his face. She wanted to commit this moment to memory. Her choice to go to him, the anticipation of all that was to come. She saw want and need in his eyes and something else that simmered just beneath the surface.

He held out his hand and she laid her palm in his.

“Mine.”

She thought she heard him whisper the word, but dismissed it, when she realized she couldn’t hear anything over the thudding of her heart in her chest.

Gia was shaking with nerves, with need, with anticipation. In her head there was only room for the now. No doubts, no to-do list, no responsibilities. There was only Beckett. Only her.

He drew her down the hall to the front of the house and the empty bedroom she’d visited once before. The bookcase was ajar, light flickering from beyond.

“Beckett,” she breathed as he led her inside.

There were gas sconces built into the wall that she hadn’t noticed in the dark. They were lit now and joined by a dozen candles that flickered on stairs.

He brushed her hair away from her neck and over her shoulder. “I’ve thought of you here like this since that night.”

Her eyes fluttered closed as his lips fed on the flesh under her jaw. “I bet I wasn’t dressed as a witch in your fantasies.”

“You’d be surprised,” he said darkly.

He worshipped her with his hands, stroking and caressing, sending shivers of need down her spine. She gave herself over to the tidal wave of sensations. His fingers tugged at the tie that fastened her cloak. It fell from her shoulders in a fluid swoop, puddling on the floor between them.

Beckett abandoned her neck and sank to his knees. His hands trekked down her body lower and lower, refusing to miss an inch of flesh. When those warm palms reached her knees, they traveled back up swiftly, drawing her dress with them. Beckett’s lips blazed a trail north.

Gia raised her arms overhead and let him pull the material from her body. He tossed the dress behind them and slowly turned her to face him. His shaky inhalation made her grateful she’d sprung for the spider web thigh highs. They added a little drama to the simple black bra and briefs she wore.

“Were you hoping for the pink thong?” she teased, her voice breathless.

“Next time.” His whisper was a promise.

She reached for him, but Beckett intercepted her hands. “Wait. Just let me look,” he breathed. “You are stunning. You are more than beautiful, Gianna.”

His words, like his hands, had her weak in the knees and trembling. She felt the prickle of tears in her eyes and didn’t know why.

He pulled her to him, rough palms skimming skin. His breath was warm on her face. Gia looked up at him, into him. She could see them, the thin, tight wires of control that he held on to so desperately. She could feel the tension in him, humming beneath her hands.

“Are you sure about this?” Gia asked him.

Beckett’s laugh was strained. “I’m the one who’s supposed to ask you that.” His thumb grazed her full lower lip.

Gia nibbled at the flesh. “Oh, I’m sure. I just don’t want to be a regret to you.”

He dropped his forehead to hers. “My only regret is waiting this long.”

“I haven’t even known you a month yet,” she said, her tongue darting out to taste him.

The noise in his chest was something between a groan and a growl. Primal, dangerous. “Too long,” he told her. “Be with me, Gianna.”

“I’m yours.”

Their mouths met in a furious eruption of desire and power, each wanting to consume. The battle waged and Gia felt herself losing ground. She was too vulnerable, too raw.

Her fingers struggled with the buttons of his shirt, fumbling them free until he shed the fabric from his shoulders. Her hands flew to his jeans, freeing him from the confines of denim. She felt him strain against the soft cotton of his underwear. He groaned against her mouth when she boldly stroked over his thick erection. A tiny damp spot on the fabric told her exactly how much he wanted this, wanted her.

Their breath came in pants now. Beckett hastily toed off his shoes and stepped out of his pants, never breaking contact with her mouth. But when Gia slid her hand in the waistband of his briefs, he stopped her.

“If you touch me now this is going to be over too fast,” he murmured against her bruised lips. “Trust me?”

Heavy-eyed, she nodded. She didn’t know what he planned to do, didn’t care, as long as his hands were on her.

Beckett spun them around until her back was to the wall. Using his hand, he cuffed her wrists overhead. He pressed his knee between her legs until she opened her thighs for him. His knee met the wall behind her ensuring she couldn’t close on him.

Exposed and at his mercy, Gia felt the flutter of nerves.

His free hand skimmed down, leaving a trail of fire to the front clasp of her bra. He paused, only for the span of a heartbeat before deftly releasing her breasts from their lace-bound prison.

He sighed, the hot cloud of his breath tickled her neck and sent a shiver down her spine. His hand paused on her ribs, just under her breast. “I want you so badly, I’m almost afraid to touch you. Afraid I won’t survive.” His lips murmured the words over her jaw and lower to where her pulse fluttered frantically.

Gia felt her legs give, thankful that he kept her from falling. He was seducing her, methodically, absolutely. She wasn’t prepared to defend against it. She couldn’t protect her heart from the imprint of the words he uttered or her body from the branding of his hands. In this moment, she was his.

He brought his lips to hers once more, his palm sliding over the heavy curve of her breast to cup it. Gia gasped against him and he used the opportunity to deepen the kiss.

He released her mouth in a bid to taste more. Her hands flexed against their restraint, but he held firm. He cradled her breast and brought his lips within an inch of her sensitive peak. Her nipple strained toward his hot breath and a cry tore from her throat as he finally took it in his mouth.

She wanted to fight the sensations that swamped her, rocking her equilibrium. But she could only whimper as he latched on and drank her in. His hand slid down across her stomach until his fingertips toyed with the waistband of her underwear.

Gia reflexively tried to close her legs and only succeeded in squeezing his thigh between hers.

Beckett released her breast and straightened. His fingers slid beneath the black cotton, smoothing over her soft folds. Gia let her head drop back against the wall. Her eyes fluttered as he parted her lips slick with desire, but didn’t close. They couldn’t. Not with Beckett’s gaze piercing her as his fingers did, sliding in and up.

Gia’s hips flexed against him and he obliged her, withdrawing his fingers slowly before thrusting them back into her center. Again and again, harder, deeper. She was falling now. Falling into the waves that threatened to carry her away, but still couldn’t close her eyes.

The stormy gray of Beckett’s gaze held her where she was. Anchored her as the waves crashed over her, in her. She came in the storm, lightning electrifying her body, her muscles quivering around his fingers.

“My God, Beckett.” Her breath came in shallow bids for oxygen.

He released her arms from their restraint and they tumbled to his shoulders. “Hold on to me,” he ordered.

Gia did her best to wrap her shaking arms around him as he lifted her up, his hands cupping her. He used a hand to wrench his cock free and yank her underwear to the side. The broad crest of his penis nestled at her entrance and Gia gasped.

She cupped his face in her hands. “I want to see you —” The words were wrenched from her when Beckett thrust into her — triumph burning in those smoke-gray eyes — impaling her against the wall. The thinnest slice of pain wove its way around the pleasure she felt from finally being stretched full. She had to adjust her legs around his waist before she could fully accommodate his length.

But there was no time to adjust, because Beckett had lost himself to a rhythm as old as time. Taken over by need and greed, his body dictated a wild pace.

Her nipples grazed his chest with every thrust, heightening their sensitivity to epic proportions. Already her delicate muscles inside were starting to tremor. The wall bit into her back as he rammed into her again, but she didn’t care. Gia wanted more. Everything that he had to offer, she wanted.

Holding her with one arm, he brought his free hand to cup her other breast tugging her nipple with strong, insistent pulls that drove her mad.

She gasped out his name and exploded around him violently. He slowed his thrusts by degrees to match the ripples of her orgasm, letting her core milk him while she shattered.

He rode out her climax before carefully lowering her to the floor. Gia’s legs couldn’t hold her, so he carried her to the stairs.

He gently turned her away from him and down until she was kneeling on a tread.

“Are you okay with this?” he asked, kneeling behind her and stroking her hair.

She glanced over her shoulder. His face was tight with need. His erection stood at attention just behind her. “God, yes,” Gia whispered. She planted her hands on the step in front of her and braced her knees apart. “Please, Beckett.”

He guided his cock between her legs and ran it over and around her opening. “This is what I wanted to do to you that night,” he whispered. “This is what I’ve fantasized about every night since.”

He entered her slowly, with aching precision. A low growl rumbled in him as Gia wiggled her hips to allow the last inch of him to slide in. His hands gripped her hips to control the pace. “Gianna,” he gritted out her name, and slowly withdrew inch by inch.

She moaned as he filled her again, this time faster. He had to be desperate for release, she thought, but Beckett held back with smooth, measured thrusts. His size left her aching as he filled her and then again with emptiness when he left her.

She wrapped her hands around the spindles of the staircase and leaned a little lower. Beckett’s hands came to her breasts, cupping them gently. It was here, with her hardened peaks grazing his palms with each thrust that he began to lose control.

He grunted softly when she shifted her hips back against him and again when he felt her start to tighten around him. He brought one hand to her hair, fisting it in the wild wonder if it. His other hand left her breast and slid between her legs.

“Again, Red.”

She didn’t think she could. There was nothing left to give, was there?

But as she felt him get impossibly harder, as he began to grunt on every thrust her body gave her answer, she realized there was more. So much more.

Beckett’s hips flexed violently as he came, releasing his seed into her with a shout. “Gianna!”

His orgasm sent her over the edge once more, ripping a climax from her as he arched against her. Once. Twice. Three times. “Mine. Mine. Mine,” he whispered as he filled her with his release.