“Lock.” She breathed his name. It sounded important and intimate and right on her lips.
He slipped his tongue into her mouth, sweeping it against hers. He tasted of spices and mint.
She slid a hand beneath his shirt, then up, running her fingers over all the hard ridges of his body. Every inch of him was pure muscle.
A growl rumbled from his throat and he lifted her. Immediately, she wrapped her legs around his waist, still not quite feeling close enough, always wanting to be closer.
Air shifted around her as Lock moved, carrying her up the steps and inside the house like she weighed nothing. Like carrying her was the easiest thing in the world.
The soft thud of the door closing sounded, then he was moving again, only stopping once inside the bedroom to pressher to a wall. His mouth moved down her neck, making awareness spiral throughout her limbs and a deep ache throb in her lower belly.
She opened her eyes, but everything was a blur. The room. The walls. She couldn’t focus on anything but Lock. On the sweep of his lips against her skin. The thick cords of muscle in his shoulders.
He tugged her top over her head, and she pulled his off just as quickly.
Desperate…they were desperate for each other.
Her breath caught at the sight of his chest. So big and powerful, just like she remembered.
She grazed her fingers down his skin, onto his flat stomach, pausing on a small scar. “This is new.”
His mouth returned to her neck, nipping and sucking. “Training. Antwan caught me with a knife.”
His head lowered, his hands moving behind her back and unclasping her bra. There was the soft sound of it hitting the floor before Lock made a low, sexy moan as his gaze moved over her breasts.
“I’ve missed these. I’ve missedallof you.”
She couldn’t even feel self-conscious because when he looked at her like that, he made her feel beautiful and desired.
He swooped, taking one pebbled nipple between his lips and sucking.
A cry ripped from her chest, and her head dropped back against the wall. She grabbed at the strands of his hair as if that could somehow anchor her while his tongue swirled around her nipple, nudging it back and forth. He was the only person in the world who could do this to her. Make her feel so much and push her so close to the edge so quickly.
He switched to her other breast, and she whimpered, heart beating so fast she was sure it would punch right out of her chest. His teeth grazed her nipple while his hands slid down her sides.
How had she known that this existed andnotsought it out for two years?
“Lock,” she whispered. “I need all of you.”
He released her nipple and lifted his head, his blue eyes almost black as they seared into hers. “You have me. You’ve always had me.”
One more kiss on her lips, this one softer. So gentle and slow, she almost thought time had paused.
He turned and lay her on the bed, his weight pressing her into the mattress. She’d missed that weight. And the heat and the hardness that was Lock.
Again, his head lowered, trailing a line of kisses down her neck and chest. He stopped at her breast and sucked hard, causing her back to arch and her eyes to scrunch. He released it with a pop before continuing down her body. When he reached the top of her leggings, he slipped his fingers into the waistband and pulled down. She toed off her shoes moments before he made it to her ankles. Even when the pants hit the floor, he didn’t rise. His lips returned to her skin, touching her ankle before slowly making his way up her leg.
It was like he needed to be touching her at all times.
He groaned. “God, I dream about these thighs.”
At her hips, his fingers moved to the band of her panties while his mouth pressed to her hip bone. Her breath caught. She couldn’t breathe. Not while he was so close to her core.
Torturously slowly, he dragged her panties down her thighs until she was completely bare beneath him, but again, she didn’t feel self-conscious. She couldn’t. Not with the way he looked at her.
The second her panties were gone, he parted her thighs and his head dipped. When he swiped her clit with his tongue, she arched a second time, her cry loud as it cut through the room. He swiped again, this time moving his tongue in a circular motion and causing her pulse to speed up.
Oh God. She grabbed the sheets, clutching them in her fists.
