Chapter 51

Zara 

Clair 

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 cum. But nothing like Locke, and his sheer intensity that makes my knees weak, makes my heart hammer against my ribs. It should maybe be overwhelming, even frightening, but there’s something in the way he holds me – steady, protective, confident – that keeps me from tipping over, keeps me hot and eager for more. 

He breaks the kiss just enough to murmur against my swollen lips, voice low and rough. “I want to make you feel good in your body, Zara. Let me take care of you.”