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“Good?”

I stare at him. “You’re going to be unbearable.”

“That means yes.”

A laugh escapes me, shaky and breathless. Locke rises between my knees, and I reach for him before he gets all the way upright. I pull him down over me and kiss him. I taste myself on his mouth, and the knowledge of where that mouth has just been sends another small shock through me.

His hands brace beside my shoulders. Mine slide around the back of his neck, keeping him close until the kiss finally breaks.

Locke doesn’t move away. His face is inches from mine, and the deep rhythm inside his chest is strong enough that I can feel it where our bodies touch.

That lasts about one more second. Then his expression brightens. “I have an idea.”

That gets my attention. “What?”

His hands settle around my waist. “Stand up. I want to feel all of you against me.”

Want surges through me again before I’ve fully caught my breath.

I push myself upright. Locke straightens with me, his hands steady at my waist as I slide to the edge of the mattress and get my feet beneath me.

The instant I stand, he draws me against him. Bare chest to bare breasts, stomach to stomach, the hard length of his cock trapped hot between us. After having his mouth on me, feeling all of him at once is almost overwhelming.

I hook my arms around his neck and press closer.

I lift one leg around his hip, and he catches me instantly, one hand going beneath my thigh.

His voice drops. “The other one.”

Need tightens low in my belly.

I wrap my other leg around his waist as Locke lifts me easily, both hands supporting me beneath my legs as I settle against him. I’m already wet, and with my legs wrapped around him, I’m pressed bare against the warm weave of his abdomen. His hands move higher, into the crease where my thighs meet my ass, and when he adjusts his grip, the movement drags me over him.

My breath catches. Locke goes still. His fingers tighten against the backs of my thighs, and his gaze meets mine.

He can feel it. Every slick slide of me against him.

I move again on purpose.

“Rachel.”

The roughness in my name makes me do it once more. “You like that.” I can’t help that my voice sounds so smug.

“Very much.” He pulls me more firmly against him. “I like that you want me.”

The words land deeper than I expect, and the ache low in my body sharpens. Locke shifts me, and now the hard length of him presses between our bodies, hot against my wet skin.

“I want you too, Rachel.”

That nearly undoes me. I’m already aching for him, and now his cock is pressed exactly where I want it, hard and hot against me while he holds me off the floor.

“Good,” I manage, because all my better words have abandoned me.

I move against him, dragging myself along the hard, finely ridged length trapped between us. Pleasure flashes through me, sharp enough that I do it again before the first sensation fades.

Locke’s next step isn’t toward the bed. Two steps later, my back meets the wall beside it, and he presses closer, keeping me open around his waist while his cock slides hot and slick between us.

My breath catches. For half a second, the wall at my back is another wall. Trent walking me backward down the hallway. Nowhere left to go. My shoulders tense against the plaster, and the next breath sticks high in my chest.