Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 81281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
“Locke—”
“Yeah,” he says, like he knows.
He adds a third and the stretch of it makes me inhale sharply, but there’s no question I want it. My hips move without my permission, and the tension pulls tighter and tighter. It’s the addition of his pressing down on my clit that has my entire body locking rigid.
“I’m… I’m…,” I gasp.
“Let go, Livia,” he rumbles, and I do with a muffled scream pressed into his shoulder.
It moves through me in a long rolling wave and I hold on while he works me through every bit of it. He gentles me down, stroking sensitive flesh that’s threatening a second orgasm until his hand mercifully withdraws so I can catch my breath.
Locke lifts his head and looks at me with an expression that does nothing to help me recover. In fact, it’s full of so much erotic promise, I think I’m going to combust.
He rolls to the side and reaches for the nightstand. I watch him sheath himself with the condom, a move I find unbearably sexy, and then he’s over me.
I reach up and put my hands on his face and I don’t know why. It just… feels so very intimate but natural at the same time. He looks at me through beautifully long lashes and then slowly feeds himself into me.
He presses deep, sliding easily inside, and my breath leaves my body entirely.
Locke bottoms out and stills, giving me time to adjust, but I need movement. I roll my hips and he groans in appreciation. It’s all the invitation he needs because he sets up a slow, deliberate pace, fucking me with his eyes pinned on mine. For a man who hides every bit of himself, he doesn’t seem shy about letting me see the emotions that flicker across his face. I try to memorize them, understand them, but the sensations of his thick cock driving in and out of me are making me delirious, so I stop trying to think about anything at all.
Locke picks up the pace, hitting me divinely deep, and I urge him on with muted gasps. “More. Please. Harder.”
His jaw tightens as he tries to maintain control, but when my fingernails dig into his ass to urge him on, he lets loose with a curse. His hips drive hard and fast, his eyes blazing with need as he pumps in and out of me.
He moves without apology for the roughness and I take everything he gives me, continually asking for more. The headboard makes contact with the wall and neither of us cares even slightly. My nails find his back, and he makes a sound against my throat that tells me he doesn’t mind the sting of it.
I feel it building again and I dig my heels into the backs of his thighs.
“More, more, more.”
Locke drops his full weight onto me, arms wrapping around my back, and the shift in angle is deliciously perfect. I arch up against him as far as I can with him holding me that close, and an orgasm crashes through me out of nowhere, causing me to scream in pleasure.
“Fuck,” Locke mutters low, slamming into me over and over again until he finally follows me over the edge with a long groan of release.
He presses his face to that area between my neck and shoulder, baring his teeth and biting down with a slight sting. It’s a mark I won’t mind wearing because it feels way too good. He makes another sound that I feel in my bones and his hips drive into me twice more before he goes still and heavy.
Several long seconds of harsh breathing, dead stillness, and then Locke rolls. He takes me with him, and I end up on his chest with his hand resting at the small of my back. I can feel his heart hammering under my cheek and my fingertips stroke his skin.
My brain, which has been helpfully absent, tentatively stretches into awareness. Terrible thoughts await. Professional, complicated worries with implications I’m going to have to sift through. But I push them away and force a distance because I don’t want to lose this amazing feeling I have right now.
I feel unbelievably close to him and I snuggle in tight.
Locke doesn’t say a word, but his hand moves slowly up and down my spine.
I close my eyes and decide the thoughts can wait five more minutes.
Chapter 19
Locke
Her sound against my throat does it.
That’s all it takes, low and involuntary, her control vaporized. A groan that rumbles through her body and I’m gone.
I drive my hips hard, thrusting so very deep one last time, and hold there while it moves through me. Every muscle in my body locks for what seems like an eternity while an orgasm shreds me from the inside out. My world narrows, reduced to just this room and this soft woman and the way she feels underneath me.