CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
After everything they had done together, his gentlemanly manners made her smile. “I would love that.”
The way he touched her mouth was so tentative, she let him lead on that. Her arms went around his waist and she pulled him to her. Too soon, he leaned back, circling her waist with his arms.
Emboldened, Tessa skimmed his scratchy cheeks, and tentatively moved closer, initiating another kiss. This time, Locke closed his arms tightly around her, lifting her off her feet. When they touched the ground again, the chaste kiss turned into a searing touch. As soon as she felt his tongue slowly trace the seam of her lips, she knew that this new Locke would be even deadlier than the previous one. Opening her mouth to him, she welcomed his groan that confirmed the intensity between them was intact. To be honest, there was a shift, and she could feel it in the way his hands caressed her body, how Locke rubbed himself against her.
Her thighs pressed together in anticipation, the familiar heat pooling between her legs. His mouth was becoming even more demanding and she wondered how fast she could remove her clothes before he took her on the kitchen counter.
Before she could suggest moving, Locke picked her up again. Startled, she blinked as he started walking. “Uh, where are you going?”
He didn’t answer but pushed through the door to her room, before putting her on the bed.
“I thought the first time we had sex, your bed would be better than the kitchen counter.”
That made her laugh. “I never knew you were a romantic, Locke.”
He tossed his jacket aside and threw his boots in the corner, pulling at his t-shirt. “I’m definitively not. I want to fuck you until you scream, until you forget the name of every man you’ve ever been with.”
“What about Gage?”
Locke snarled before leaping at her, plastering her to the bed. “You want to include Gage in this?” It was obvious he was offering but he wasn’t happy about it.
“I want to explore what we have together. Just you and me. I’m not against being kinky, but not right now. Is that okay with you?”
Her answer made him relax again. “Yeah. I want you to myself too. And I think it will take time before Gage talks to me again.”
She hated for the two men to be at odds. “I can call him, maybe he will talk to me…” Her sentence was cut short by an angry kiss. He was making it clear that even talking about another man was out of the question.
His tongue fought hers until her head spun and she gasped for air. Locke barely relinquished her mouth before following the curve of her neck. “I missed the taste of you, Doctor.”
“And I missed your mouth, Mister Locke.” The growl that tickled her skin showed that he approved.
Locke started to unbutton her shirt. “I thought you would be wearing scrubs as you’ve been at work.”
“Do you have a scrubs fetish?”
“Only to see you naked. Do you especially love these, or can I tear them off you?”
Pushing herself up, she started to discard her clothing when she was interrupted by Locke pulling her to her feet and pinning her against the wall, his mouth on hers again. She’d desperately wanted his kiss for so long, there was no way she would complain. And breathing was overrated with him.
Locke was tugging at her remaining underwear and she helped the best she could with sounds of tearing along the way. Finally naked, overheating with lust and anticipation, Tessa hung onto him with a hint of anguish. When she parted her legs and he placed his jean-clad thigh between them, she finally found relief.
As her hands left his naked torso, they went to his fly.
“In a hurry, Doctor?” She pinched his side and he twisted. “Hey! Why did you pinch me?”
“Use my name.”
He arched an eyebrow at her request, but he understood. “Okay. Tessa.”
His lips went to her neck. “And what’s your first name? And don’t tell me it’s Locke.”
“You really want to talk about that right now?” She could hear a smile in his voice.
“If I can talk, it means you’re doing something wrong.”
Locke didn’t hesitate and picked up her naked body before flinging her on the bed. His laughter turned him into a predator as he approached the bed, removing his pants.
