Chapter 71

Zara 

We stumble into the bathroom together, the door clicking shut behind us as the cool tile floor meets my bare feet and the air shifts from the bedroom’s warmth to something sharper, charged with anticipation. 

Locke’s hands are already on me, his mouth taking mine in a hungry kiss that tastes like fire and need, his tongue sliding deep while his fingers tangle in my hair. I press closer, feeling the hard line of his body against mine, my breasts flattening against his chest as our breaths mingle hot and fast. 

He breaks the kiss only long enough to reach for the walk-in shower faucet, twisting it on so water rushes out in a steady hiss, steam beginning to curl up and fog the mirror above the sink. The sound echoes around the massive bathroom, mingling with our ragged breathing. 

He turns back to face me now, peels my shirt up and over my head, his eyes dark with hunger as they rake over my breasts, n*****s already tight from the sudden exposure and the promise of what’s coming. 

He trails his lips down my neck, sucking lightly at the pulse point there before claiming my mouth again, hands working the clasp of my bra free with practiced ease. 

The bra drops away, and he palms my breasts, thumbs circling my n*****s until I gasp into the kiss, my p***y throbbing with slick warmth between my legs.