Chapter 17
CHAPTER 17
E verywhere…Lock was everywhere. Against her lips. Pressed to her body. It was intoxicating. And it was also everything she’d craved for so long.
She buried her fingers in his hair, the strands soft.
God, how did this man still feel like home after two years apart?
“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 press her 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 missed all of 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 and not sought 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.
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. “You are home.”
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 seated himself 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 well dreamed 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 of not hearing her voice again, of not touching her, talking to her…it had killed him.
He took her deeper. Faster.
He knew the exact moment she was on the edge because her breathing shifted and her eyes closed tight. She was trying to hold off.
Not gonna happen. He grazed her cheek with his lips before setting his mouth to her ear.
“Come for me, honey.”
One more swipe of her clit, and she arched and screamed, her walls clenching his cock. Throbbing around him.
Fuck .
He kept circling her clit with his thumb, wanting more from her. Wanting to stretch out this moment.
But he made a mistake. He lifted his head and looked at her. Really looked at her. He saw the loss of control. The way she gave herself to him so completely.
Two more thrusts and that was it. He tipped over the edge. He growled as he broke, dropping his temple to the crook of her neck.
He kept thrusting until everything he had was hers, with nothing left. Then there was stillness. He didn’t want to move. Being inside her, a part of her, made the moment so intimate. But eventually, he knew he needed to move.
He found her mouth again, pressing one more kiss to her lips before gently lifting and dropping beside her.
She snuggled into his side, and damn, she fit so well. Neither of them said anything, but they didn’t need to. They both felt it. The importance of this moment. This was what they’d both been trying to work their way back to. It hadn’t been easy. It had been fucking hard . But they were here now, and he wasn’t letting anything tear them apart again.