The question comes out breathless, and his gaze drops briefly to my mouth before returning to my eyes. Then he leans in, slowly, deliberately. Giving me every chance to move. Every chance to stop him. Every chance to choose.
"I'll show you, baby.”
And just like that, I completely forget why we came here in the first place, and I shut my eyes as the wave of desire rises over me, inside me. It seems like no matter how many times Locke kisses me, touches me, fingers me, eats me out, f***s me, it’s never, ever enough.
"Look at me," he says, his voice low and rough. “Now, baby.”
I open my eyes. Locke threads his fingers through my hair, tugging just enough to tip my head back. Our eyes hold – silent, heated, loaded – and then he pulls me closer until our mouths meet.
It's not gentle, it’s
