His words shoot straight through my body, lighting up my skin and swirling through my veins like the sweetest drug.
He’s wanted this too?
Any last protest I was going to make dissolves on my lips. My nipples strain against my bra, and my clit begs for his touch, but I’m not the only one aching for more. Locke’s erection presses into my stomach, hard and thick and hot.
He wants me, so much that his body shakes against my skin. And look—look what he’s offering me in the dark. He wants me, and I just want to feel. To stop thinking and let myself give in to my craving for him. To stop being afraid. How could I possibly say no?
“Don’t stop,” I whisper, and Locke brings his mouth to mine.
16
Locke
I kiss Greer like I mean it, cradling her head in my hands and sucking her lower lip between mine, needing to convey just how much I want her in a single kiss. I’ve always wanted her, ever since she waltzed into my life.
And now she’s here.
Greer parts her soft, lush lips and yields to me, moaning into my mouth in a way that makes me tighten my grip on her and never want to let go. I taste her, slow and sweet, needing to savor this moment even though I’m ready to jump from this minute to the next. And god, it’s good—heat floods my body and my skin buzzes with pleasure as her sweet, fruity scent tantalizes my senses.
I sweep a hand down Greer’s back, finally letting myself touch her the way I’ve been dying to. The way I’ve pictured on a hundred empty nights. My palm skims the curve of her ass, and I pull her body closer to mine. When I drag her in, her breasts push up against me deliciously, her thin, soft sweater doing nothing to hide her pert nipples and the outline of her lacy bra.
I can’t wait to get to that fucking bra.
And then I can’t wait to get her out of it.
As my cock nudges against her, Greer responds with a little moan of pleasure that ricochets through my chest. Every piece of this dance feels exactly perfect—entirely us. Even when we break apart, we’re both grinning, breathing heavy but smiling ear to ear.
“I’ve waited a long time to do that,” I admit.
Her eyes sparkle back at me. “I’ve waited a long time for you to do that, too.”
Jesus Christ.
I pull away long enough to scoop up the ice cream and throw it back into the freezer, and then I’m kissing her again, tracing my fingers along her jaw.
“Cold!” she yelps, but she laughs and wraps her arms around my neck, and then somehow, without talking about it, we stumble out of the kitchen toward her bedroom like our bodies are dragging us.
Like gravity.
Greer’s room is a secret chamber, but I’m too busy kissing her and feeling her tremble under my touch to notice much more than the unmade bed and the clothes stacked haphazardly on top of her dresser. Her room’s a mess, but in the perfect chaos we fit together exactly right. I feel like Indiana Jones, about to plunder and pillage, make out with precious treasure like the luckiest bastard on earth. But she’s offering herself up to me willingly, her breathing ragged and her cheeks flushed. There’s no doubt that we’ve been leading to this moment for a lifetime. We were always going to end up here.
I slide a hand down the front of Greer’s soft sweater, tracing her perfect curves and the plane of her stomach before unbuttoning her jeans and dipping into her underwear.
She sways under me with a gasp as my fingers explore her perfect, slick secrets, learning her with a touch.
“You’re so wet, Greer.”
She swivels her hips to tantalize me, then responds with a throaty purr. “You make me feel so good.”
And that’s exactly the point. All I ever want to do is give her whatever she wants.
I stroke a finger inside her and try to read her. The way her eyes darken and then flutter closed. The way she bites her lower lip with a moan.
Her breath grows shallow, and her hair spills down her back in this gorgeous wave, and then I can’t wait anymore. I pull my hand out of her underwear and feel my way back up her stomach until my hands brush the silky edge of her sweater.
Greer gives a little whimper of protest at the absence of my touch, but I need her naked. To not just feel but to see.
The soft fabric of her shirt whispers promises in my palms as I tug it slowly up her stomach to reveal her bellybutton and smooth, luscious curves.
Of all the seasons, autumn is the perfect time to fall in love. You have to work for skin, and the anticipation is its own kind of pleasure. Tonight, undressing her feels like a game where everyone wins.
I slide the sweater higher until I spot the edge of Greer’s lacy bra. Higher still until it’s up and over her head, and she’s taking off her glasses and lifting her hands to help me.
I lob the sweater away and gape at her for a minute. She’s everything—beautiful and fresh and real. The sheer lace of her bra reveals perfect pink nipples on lush, round breasts. Curvy, inviting hips clad in her unbuttoned jeans. And a heart that knows me. Greer’s the one woman who’s seen the biggest part of me, and she’s still here, smiling at me like I’m everything she wants too.
“See something you like?” she teases, an echo of the kitchen.
This time I don’t pretend I’m after anything but her.
“Hell yes,” I growl.
I close the distance between us, and her grin dissolves into giggles. I nudge her back on the bed and she falls
