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They flew open, and she met his gaze, all wild and unfocused.
He pressed his hand firmly against her lower belly. “And what do I have your consent to do?”
She shuddered. “Um, uh, anything. You can do anything… please, Lock.”
“Mm, I like that.” He nuzzled the side of her neck with his nose. Her scent hit his bloodstream faster than any drug he’d ever indulged in. “Such a pretty sound, you all desperate. Please, what? Tell me what you want.”
She trembled in his arms, and he’d never loved anything more. If he could, he’d stay right there for the next twenty-four hours, reveling in how badly she wanted him. The best part was how he’d remember this in the morning. He’d remember every breath, sound, and touch because he was stone-cold sober.
“Touch me,” she cried. “Touch me, Lock. Please fucking touch me.”
Hell yes. He skimmed his hand farther into her shorts and straight to the soaking-wet evidence of her arousal between her legs.
He danced his fingers across her opening before sinking his middle finger deep inside her.
“Oh, yes.” Brenna surged in his hold as she tightened her arm around his neck.
Lock licked the shell of her ear. “You’re needy. Oliver didn’t do a very good job of keeping you satisfied, did he?”
“N-no,” she whispered, then turned her head until her gaze collided with his. “No one ever has. Not like I know you will.”
Hell yes, he would. He kissed her with all the pent-up desire she’d built in him over the past few days.
The way she opened for him, allowing his tongue to play with hers, drove him fucking wild. There were no games, no pretenses with Brenna—just pure and honest want.
He tore his mouth from hers and pulled his hand from her sex. Brenna cried out in protest. “Shh,” he soothed. “There’s no way in fucking hell I’ll leave you hanging.”
Before she could reply, he turned her and pressed her back against the wall, then grabbed her wrists, anchoring them high above her head with one hand. He used his free hand, wet from her pussy, to shove her shorts down. In a blink, his finger was back inside her warm, wet pussy, and Brenna was arching off the wall with a moan.
“Shit,” she whispered. “This is crazy.”
“Want me to stop?” It might kill him, but he’d do it.
“No. No, no, no. Never stop.” She punctuated the words by squeezing his finger with her inner muscles.
“Want me to give you more?”
“Yesss.”
He worked a second finger into her. The way she bit her lip and arched her back made him groan. Her hard nipples made his mouth water for a taste. “Goddamn, those tits are lethal,” he said before closing his mouth over one fabric-covered tit.
His eyes nearly rolled back in his head.
“Oh, Jesus,” Brenna said, echoing his thoughts. “This is insane. Oh, God, it feels so good. Please don’t stop.”
Her answer was the scrape of his teeth over her nipple as he fucked her with his fingers. Brenna moved with him, working her hips on his digits like she’d die if she didn’t get to the finish line soon. He’d love to take his time. To pull his hand out and listen to her cry of dismay, make her beg before he worked her up all over again, but the need to watch her come was sharper than anything he’d ever felt. It was stronger than any drug craving ever to hit him.
“I love your mouth on me,” she whispered, so he sucked harder, cursing the cloth that kept him from getting the whole feel of her taut nipple on his tongue.
He finger-fucked her until sweat dotted her forehead, her eyes went glassy, and her face flushed. Her warm arousal coated his hand and made it easy for him to play with her from the inside out. Each time he crooked his fingers, she mewled like a happy cat. He fucking loved that sound and wanted to listen to it on repeat.
“Lock,” she said, sucking in large pulls of air. “Lock, I’m close.”
Fuck yes. He lifted his head to watch her face as he snuck a third finger into her. The way her eyes popped wide had his dick leaking in his boxer briefs. She snapped her legs closed, trapping his hand as she rode his fingers with abandon until she shouted and trembled like the floor was quaking beneath them.
“Holy fuck,” she whispered. Her head thunked against the wall, then whipped side to side.
Lock fingered her until her body went slack, and her eyes slowly opened. He chuckled at the dazed expression on her face. “You’re come-drunk as fuck.”
