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“What’s crazy?” I pushed, not sure why. Guess I was secretly enjoying this cat and mouse chase.
He didn’t respond right away. He kept coming, kept coming until… shit… my back collided with the wall. It was then that he slid his body up to mine, caging me in with one hand against the wall, blocking my escape.
I just knew I was heading for the other room. I just checked. Either I miscalculated or Mr. Mills here strategically walked me into a corner because that’s where I found myself. I was in the back corner of the room. Yeah, I wasn’t going anywhere.
Lock leaned in close, ran his nose along my cheek, down my neck. I shivered from his soft touch, from his breath on my skin, his closeness.
“What’s crazy…” he repeated, his tone soft, deep, sinful. “…is that every time I’m around you, that’s all I want to do. Kiss you…” his lips pressed lightly against my neck. “Hold you…” His free arm snaked around my waist and pulled me closer to him. “Your body drives me crazy.” A sweet kiss landed on my shoulder. “When you smile at me and your eyes light up with just the sight of me…” Another kiss. “…it makes me feel ten feet tall. As if I could move mountains. And I would do it too. For you I’d walk through fire.” A soft kiss to my neck, a rub of his nose against the shell of my ear. Goodness if he keeps this up, I was going to lose my mind.
This dance of seduction just proved how much power and control he had over my body. I was a soaked mess, just saying. TMI? Don’t care. I was so ready for him. I felt that if he kissed me on my neck one more time, I would orgasm something fierce. No penetration needed, no teasing of my clit or pinching my nipples. Just his words and the feel of his soft lips to my neck.
Good lort…
I swallowed deeply, panting as if I had run twenty miles, temperature rising to explosive levels. Lock kept going, kept teasing, kept speaking to my soul, claiming my heart. Didn’t he know he already had both?
“I’d kill anyone who threatened to take you from me, who touches you, hurts you. I would bleed for you. Die for you. Lose my fucking mind over you.”
Lock leaned back and holy crap the heaviness in his gaze pushed a gasp from my dry throat. His hand reached up to caress my cheek and I whimpered. Ifreakingwhimpered.
“I want you, Phoebe. No more holding back. No more keeping the shit I feel for you a secret. You want me, Kitten, you have me. The question I have for you is can you handle me? I can be an asshole majority of the time. I’m moody as fuck, I like shit the way I like, and I have just an ounce of patience left to give. You better be sure because the moment you tell me you’re mine, there’s no going back. Do you understand? I fucking love you.” He growled out and gripped my hair tight in his fist, stepping closer to me, consuming me, devouring me, owning me. “I love you, Phoebe. Do you hear me? I’m so fucking gone for you, so in love with you that I’m—”
Yup, I cut him off. Couldn’t help it. I couldn’t take it. This man just told me that he loved me.
First, I think I came on myself. I knew I hadn’t just peed on myself; I knew that for sure. My panties were soaked, yes, but my pussy was also throbbing, aching just like it does when I orgasm.
This motherfucker made me come by just the words he spoke.
Soo, I went on attack.
I pushed him back, grabbed him by the back of his neck and brought his sinful lips to my hungry ones.
I kissed him with my whole soul. Not half, not a quarter or three quarters, but my entire fucking soul.
I think we ripped each other’s clothes off after that. We were doing a lot of that lately. Yeah, for sure that’s what happened because one minute we were fully clothed, grinding against each other, and the next I was pushed up against the wall, my thigh tight against his hip, and his thick shaft was sliding in and out of me with such force he was wrecking the hell out of my insides.
To say he wasn’t gentle was an understatement. No, he fucked me like a man possessed. He growled and cursed and gave me the serious business. I couldn’t believe I had held on for this long. My back slammed against the wall with every murderous thrust. The sound of our bodies colliding in such a glorious rhythm filled this entire house. I swear the walls around us shook each time he slammed into me.
Moments later, I screamed out my orgasm and he roared his and damn near buckled if it wasn’t for my grip on him. His hips slowed to a stop, and I released the death grip I had around his neck.
I leaned back against the wall behind me, breathing heavy, eyes closed with a smile on my face.
I felt his palm against my damp cheek. He wiped my forehead and pushed damp strands of hair that were stuck to my face.
When I opened my eyes, there was the look I’ve been waiting to see staring back at me. The one that told me everything I had ever wanted to know about the emotions filling his heart, his soul. But suddenly, I realized something. I had seen this look before. It was there when I had seen him at the restaurant that day, when he was out on a date, it was fleeting, but I had seen it. I’d seen it when we played pool, when we sat across from each other at Ice’s that one night. I’d seen it when I stripped for him and gave myself to him for the first time.
Shit, I even saw it the morning after he unleashed his dark side on me. All this time I’ve been waiting to see the reflection of his love for me. I thought I knew what love looked like and here it had been staring me in the face this whole time.
I pulled him to my lips and kissed him. This time I kissed him slow, reverently, passion unleashing with each stroke of my tongue. All the while I kept my eyes closed tight, trying to prevent the tears from falling, but it was no use. I couldn’t stop them even if I plugged my eyes with cotton balls.
I felt him slide out of me, reach down and lift me by my legs. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he carried me out of the TV room, around the corner and down a hall. I continued to kiss his lips, his cheeks, the side of his neck. He opened the door to the spare bedroom downstairs, kicked the door shut behind him, and laid me down on the bed.
We both shimmed up to the top of the bed and the second he settled on top of me, he was sliding between my folds.
“Mmm,” I moaned, arched my back, and closed my eyes.
“You okay?” he asked, his voice soft, tender, just like the strokes of his hips.
I smiled and opened my eyes to find him studying me, brows creased. I reached up and caressed his bearded cheek with the back of my fingers.
