Too close. She was too close. But she didn’t want to finish like this.
He kept swiping and licking, and she kept trying to arch off the bed until, with desperate fingers, she grabbed at his arms, tugging him up.
He rose from the bed, his powerful body glistening. His hands went to the buckle of his jeans as he kicked off his shoes. He didn’t take his eyes off her as he pushed down his jeans and briefs.
Her mouth went dry. God, there was so much of him.
The second he returned to her, she reached between their bodies and wrapped her fingers around his cock. Huge. He was freaking huge.
The thick cords of muscle in his chest contracted, and his head hung as she began to explore him. Moving her fingers from base to tip. Gliding over him in a rhythmic motion.
She’d always loved touching him. It made her feel powerful and desirable. It was the one time she always felt she had a complete hold on him.
All too quickly, he grabbed her, tugging her arm up and kissing the inside of her wrist. Then, slowly, his eyes trailed down her body, fire flashing in their blue depths.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” he whispered. “Sometimes I thought the real you couldn’t possibly live up to my memory. That you couldn’t possibly be as beautiful as I remembered. But you are.”
She cupped his cheek. “And you, Lock Walker, feel like home.”
His eyes closed, his temple touching hers. “Youarehome.”
He kissed her again, tongue tangling with hers, before he reached over and opened his side drawer. Using his teeth, he tore open the foil before leaning to the side and slipping the condom over himself.
Then he returned to her. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“Coming home to me.”
His mouth returned to hers and he kissed her as he sank deep inside. Filling her. And for the first time in years, that hollowness disappeared.
Lock seatedhimself deep inside her.
Fuck, she was tight. Blood roared between his ears, and every part of him screamed to move. To take this perfect woman. But he forced himself to remain perfectly still. To give her time to adjust to him. To just be connected in stillness for a second longer.
His eyes were still closed when she nibbled his bottom lip, teasing him.
“Mine,” she whispered, breath brushing his skin.
Possessiveness punched through him. “I’ve always been yours.”
He lifted his hips and thrust back inside. She cried out, her fingers digging into his shoulders as her walls hugged his cock. He did it again, and again she screamed for him.
He wanted to bottle up every sound she made, because they were fucking glorious.
He cupped her breast, thrumming her nipple back and forth. He hadn’t been lying—he’d missed these breasts. Damn welldreamed about them. He continued to play with them as he thrust. Taking everything. Giving even more.
He moved his mouth to her neck, sucking her delicate skin. She tasted sweet, like candy. He’d never understood how she could always taste so good to him, like she’d been carefully designed just for him.
Her leg wrapped around his waist, and she met him thrust for thrust, pulling him deeper. Closer.
One more roll of her nipple, then he trailed his hand down between their bodies, finding her clit. He swiped and was rewarded with a cry that was so fucking sweet it made his blood pump harder. He rolled her clit with his thumb, applying just enough pressure that her breathing quickened. Her hips started to lift more frantically, quickening the pace of the thrusts.
“Oh God, Lock.”
In his darkest moments, he’d wondered if he’d ever hear his name on her lips again. But he’d refused to lose hope. And it was hope that had kept him going. Hope that had brought him here. Because the idea ofnothearing her voice again, of not touching her, talking to her…it had killed him.
He took her deeper. Faster.
