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Locke goes still immediately.

His hands don’t tighten. He doesn’t press closer. He just waits.

The wall is still behind me, but everything else is different. I wrapped my legs around Locke. I pulled him closer. I could tell him to step away now, and he would.

My breath finally comes free. I lean in and kiss the corner of his mouth.

Locke searches my face. “Okay?”

I tighten my legs around him and pull him closer. “Yes.”

That’s all he needs.

His mouth finds the side of my neck as he shifts me against him again. His cock slides through the slick heat between my thighs, catching my clit on the way, and my head tips back against the wall.

“Fuck.”

Locke makes a low sound against my throat and repeats the movement.

The second pass catches my clit with the exact pressure I need.

I reach between us and close my hand around him. He presses into my grip, and that small flash of confidence makes me tighten my hand around him.

“You’ve been thinking about this.”

“Yes.”

“How much?”

“A lot.”

He watches as I guide him through my wetness until the broad tip catches at my entrance. Then he looks at me.

“I want you,” I say.

His hands tighten and he lowers me onto him.

The first stretch steals the rest of my breath. I cling to his shoulders while my body opens around him, taking him deeper inch by inch. There’s nothing tentative in the way he holds me, but he gives me time, his strength controlled enough that I can feel every slow bit of him sliding inside.

By the time he fills me completely, my fingers are digging into his shoulders. For one long second, neither of us moves.

Then Locke lifts me.

The slow drag of him nearly undoes me before he lowers me again.

“Oh, God.”

He does it again, firmer this time. The one after that finds an angle that sends pleasure racing straight through me.

I tighten my arms around his neck. “Yes. That.”

He comes back to the same angle, and the fine ridges along him catch differently against me. My whole body tightens around him.

He finds a rhythm that makes it impossible to think about anything except the way he’s moving inside me.

His arms hold me securely while he lifts and lowers me, keeping me open around him as though my weight is nothing.

The sheer strength of it makes me clench around him.