Zara
The office shrinks around us, gets smaller and tighter, until there’s nothing in this whole world except me and him. Lips, eyes, hands, breaths, heartbeats.
And rising, shrieking need.
Locke's hands are already all over me, pulling me closer against the warmth of his huge body. His mouth crashes into mine with a hunger that steals my breath, lips parting mine in a deep, filthy kiss that tastes like coffee and want, tongues sliding hot and wet as his fingers tangle in my hair, hold my head still, keep me exactly where he wants me.
It comes to me now that nobody has ever touched me the way that this man does. Sure, I had boyfriends before marrying Knox, and sure, some of them even made me c*m. But nothing like Locke, and his sheer intensity that makes my knees weak, makes my heart
