Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
So normal. So easy.
He kicked the bathroom door shut behind us and set me down on the counter, his hands moving to the hem of my dress. He pulled it over my head, his gaze drinking in the sight of my bare skin as he turned on the water.
He leaned in, his lips trailing over the curve of my neck, leaving a trail of fiery kisses in their wake. My nails dug into his shoulders as he nibbled at my sensitive skin. His hands ran down my sides, the tips of his fingers trailing over my skin in a teasing caress.
“Don’t ever fight with me again,” he said with another kiss.
“Is that what we had? A fight?” I smiled, holding back a laugh. The fact that Locke thought our conversation was a fight was comical.
Locke was firm, domineering, even scary at times in the way he could stare into my very soul. But I had never actually seen him lose control or shout. If his version of a fight was what we had in the car, then I’d take that any day.
He pulled back, his eyes meeting mine. They were smoldering with lust, his hands moving to the waistband of his pants. “As close to a fight as I want us to ever have.”
He quickly shed his clothes, his body taut and toned, and stepped into the shower. I followed him, my body buzzing with excitement and anticipation. The hot water cascaded over us, steam rising up around us as we stood under the spray, his hands traveling over my body, tracing every curve and dip.
His lips claimed mine in a deep and possessive kiss.
I lost myself in the feel of his hot, wet body pressed against mine, the feel of his hands exploring my curves and caressing my skin.
I gasped as he cupped my breasts, his thumbs flicking over my nipples, sending waves of pleasure through me. He stepped closer, his erection pressing into my stomach as his lips found mine once more.
Our tongues danced together as we explored each other’s mouths, our bodies pressed tightly together as the water continued to rain down on us. I moaned as he trailed kisses down my neck, his hands sliding lower and lower until they reached the apex of my thighs.
He parted my folds with his fingers, his thumb finding my clit as he began to stroke it in a circular motion. I let out a cry of pleasure, my body shuddering as he brought me closer and closer to the edge.
He lifted me up and pressed me against the shower wall, his mouth finding my breasts once more as he pounded into my body. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my nails digging into his back as he drove me wild with pleasure.
I cried out his name as I came, my body bucking against his as he continued to thrust into me.
“Locke, Locke,” I panted.
“That’s it, baby girl. Only my name on those perfect lips of yours.”
I never wanted it to stop. I never wanted to be apart from him. I wanted to be close to him, to feel him move inside me, for the rest of my life.
And then I was tumbling, over the edge, my body shuddering as another orgasm swept over me, leaving me quivering with pleasure.
His thrusts grew deeper and deeper, more erratic as he shuddered, spilling his hot seed into me. He lowered his head and placed a final kiss on my lips.
We stood there, our bodies pressed together, as we both regained our breath. We stayed there for a moment before Locke turned off the water and pulled back. He set me down on the shower floor, kissing my forehead one last time.
He took my hand and stepped out of the shower, water cascading down our bodies as he wrapped us in fluffy towels, brushed my hair gently with his fingers, and led me to the bed.
“I’m not letting you go home tonight,” he said as he climbed in, tugging me down next to him.
“I don’t want you to let me go home.” I smiled and curled up beside him.
“Good,” he whispered in my ear, wrapping his arm around me and pulling me close. “It’s late, and we’re both tired. It would have been awful if I had to spank you for fighting with me again.”
Giggling at his threat, I nuzzled against him, happy in his arms. “You can’t always threaten to spank me when you don’t get your way.”
“I can. I will.”
Rubbing my hand on his bare chest, still damp from the shower, I decided I should mention something I hadn’t yet. “Umm… Locke?”
“Yes.” His voice was heavy with sleep nearing.
“I’m on the pill.”
He tensed slightly but didn’t say anything.
“I mean… you’ve come inside me and, well… I just wanted you to know that we’ve been safe.”