“Tell me you trust me, Tessa. Tell me you want me. All of me. Only me.”
As her orgasm edged, Tessa gathered what wits were left and answered in a breathless voice.
“You. I trust you, Locke. I only want you. You.”
If possible, he increased the pistoning motion until she cried out.
Her orgasm seemed to push his too. His pounding became erratic, his breathing faster until it seized in his lungs. She never thought it possible but watching him surrender to the throes of ecstasy made her completely and utterly lose it. Riding that wave, all she could feel were the tremors of her own body caught in pleasure and Locke holding her tight with his shaft pulsing deep inside her.
Surfing that feeling of being suspended in time and place, Tessa felt Locke bringing her backward on the bed, gathering her still shivering body in his arms as his cock slid out of her. Against his heated skin, with the scent of sex enveloping them, she couldn’t feel more comfortable. It seemed to be an eternity, before his voice broke the silence.
“Thomas.”
Tessa blinked her eyes open, not sure she understood. She turned around to look at him, and he shifted once more to lay on his back, so she was almost completely sprawled over his magnificent body. No complaints on her part.
“What did you say?”
He opened his eyes and sea-green submerged her world. “You were right. If we’re still capable of speech, I must be doing something wrong. I’ll have to try harder, although I don’t know if we could survive more.” And after a beat, his expression softened. “I was telling you my first name. Isn’t that what you wanted to know too?”
Thomas. Another small victory tonight. As a doctor, Tessa never believed in miracles, although she had hoped for one in certain cases. His new openness with her may qualify as one though.
His large hands started to roam over her skin again, stirring her senses even though her body was still recovering from the extreme pleasure. As he fisted a hand in her hair, pulling hard so her neck was bared to his mouth, Tessa knew that the true Locke was still lurking; taciturn, a control freak and demanding, and she had no intention of trying to change him at all. There was no way to know what would come of it, of them, but her lust for him matched his hunger and she was determined to take every advantage of her debt collector that she could.
