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There had never been any doubt in Hollis’ mind that Locke was her type. If anything, he was too much of one. Another thing Derek had told her was that a woman should never show a man her hand. But with Locke, she was past that stage since he would definitely be seeing a lot more than just her hand. The thought of that sent shivers of intense yearning through her body.
He stopped on the stairs and gazed down at her. The heat she saw in his eyes made her shiver even more. “You’re okay?” he asked.
“I’ll be a lot better once we make it to your bedroom.”
His smile showed he liked her answer, and he began taking the stairs almost two at a time. She’d never had a reason to come up the stairs and thought it was a beautiful home. She recalled that on their way to dinner that night, he told her his team installed a highly sophisticated security system here that was professionally monitored twenty-four hours a day. That was the norm for him and his partners whenever they worked on high-profile cases.
Once they entered the bedroom, he placed her on her feet beside the bed and leaned in and kissed her. In reality, they leaned in and kissed each other. Warmth flooded her veins the moment their mouths touched, and their tongues began mating. Not like before, but this time with more intensity and hunger. She had gotten a sampling of his kiss in the car, a mere appetizer. Now he was giving her the darn delectable entrée. When he finally released her mouth, she stood there as if in a trance, trying to regain her senses. It was as if his kiss had made her intoxicated.
“Hard and fast or slow and easy, Hollis?”
It seemed as if every cell and molecule in her body reacted to his question. Was he actually asking her how she wanted to be taken? What man did that? Evidently, Locke Dangerfield did. And from the way he looked at her, he expected an answer.
She reached up and ran her finger from that little nip in his bottom lip and down his bearded chin. “What if I said I want both, and you decide which comes first?”
He leaned in, and using the tip of his tongue, he traced across her lips, corner to corner, before saying. “Then we’re both in for one hell of a night. Starting with hard and fast.”
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Locke reached out and began doing what he had fantasized about a number of times. Namely, undressing Hollis. They had been his secret thoughts, his fantasies, whenever he saw her. And now he was doing it. The moment she had stepped out of her shoes, he had quickly stripped off her blouse, jeans, bra, and panties. He had chosen hard and fast first because of a sexual hunger he needed to feed, and from the erratic sound of her breathing, so did she.
When she stood before him completely naked, he could only stand there mesmerized. She looked sexy as hell in her clothes and sexier out of them. And her underthings had been sexy as well, with her bra matching her panties. He glanced down at her bare feet, liking how her nail polish matched that on her fingernails. Her breasts were perfect, and inhaling, he drew in a whiff of her luscious scent.
“We’re still doing this fast and hard, right?”
He figured she’d inquired because he had slowed down to admire the sensuous morsel he had uncovered. “Yes. Hold your horses.”
“Hmm, I’d rather hold something else, Locke. Hold it, stroke it, feel it in my hand, kiss it, and do other kinds of things to it with my mouth.”
Her words made his erection harder at the thought of her doing any of that. It also pushed him to move faster. In no time, he removed his shoes, socks, shirt, pants, and briefs. He took the time to sheath a condom before they eased onto the bed.
Locke went straight for her mouth, kissing her as hungrily as he felt. He roamed his hands all over her, needing to get acquainted with the feel of her skin, the texture smooth as silk. He knew the moment she widened her legs to welcome him inside her. When his manhood went unerring to her center, he broke off the kiss, needing to look at her when their bodies joined for the first time.
He thrust hard and deep, and then he began moving fast, as if he was starving for this intimacy with her. He then moved faster, thrusting in and out, holding tight to her hips and thighs, once they found the perfect rhythm.
“Locke!”
Suddenly, it seemed that everything was getting to him at once. The sound of her screaming his name, the way her inner muscles were clenching him, the lushness of her feminine scent, and the shuddering of her body. He instinctively followed her over the edge.
“Hollis!” Locke threw his head back and released a long, guttural moan as his body was ripped in pleasure in all kinds of ways.
At that moment he fully understood that some things were meant to be consumed together. Spaghetti and meatballs, ice cream and cake, and a hamburger and fries. He would add Locke and Hollis to that list of twosomes and wouldn’t be changing it.
When he lowered his head back down, she clamped his face in her hands and kissed him with the same intensity that he had kissed her earlier. When she released his lips, he whispered, “I need to change condoms, and when I return, get ready for slow and easy.”
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Hollis awoke to bright sunlight through the window and a warm, hard body beside her. His masculine scent was causing her heart rate to increase and the juncture of her legs to throb. Their lovemaking that had lasted all through the night should have been more than enough. Obviously, her body disagreed.
Last night, when Locke returned from the bathroom, he hadn’t wasted time flipping her on her back and burying his head between her legs, causing her to come again. Then he had taken her nipples into his mouth, sucked hard, and plunged her into yet another orgasm. Lastly, he had made love to her, slow and easy, each stroke meant to drive her insane and make her beg for more. She had, and they’d reached ecstasy together. Not to be outdone, when they showered, she had gone down on him, loving him in her mouth. Then they had fallen asleep in each other’s arms.
“Good morning.”
The husky sound of his voice made her snuggle closer into his embrace, and he leaned in and kissed her slightly bruised cheek. The same cheek he had tenderly tended to at her house last night, applying a cold pack and cream that would reduce the swelling.
“Good morning, Locke.”
