Stone Crest: Rise of a Raven

26. Chapter 26

Chapter twenty-six

Raven

T here’s something so raw and honest about me standing here, naked, while Locke stands in front of me completely dressed in his three-piece suit. His eyes scan me from head to toe, before he takes a step towards me.

“You’re beautiful,” he says as his hands dive into my hair.

His lips seal over mine in a deep kiss, his tongue slipping seamlessly into my mouth, just like it did that first time. So natural, yet so uncontrolled.

With a dip, he bends to his knees, tossing one of my legs over his shoulder. A kiss lands on the inside of my right thigh, before he hoists me up, draping my other leg over his other shoulder.

“Hang onto the railing,” he instructs.

A light kiss on my center has a moan slipping from my lips. My hands grip the wood railing just as the flat of his tongue drags across my opening.

He growls against me, before another sweep of his tongue ignites another sound of pleasure from my mouth.

“I’ve been dreaming of this,” he mutters against me. “You on my tongue.”

My fingers squeeze, my thighs doing the same as he ravishes me like a man starved. My hips buck when he sucks me into his mouth, my voice carrying throughout the tiny room.

“Locke,” I groan out.

One more had suck, and my need is met. Colors of all shades strobe behind my eyes as I soak in the last moments of pleasure before he drops me to my feet. My eyes are closed, my head tilted back, and only do I peel my eyes open when I hear the faint sound of his zipper.

Locke pulls out his cock, his hand gripping the shaft as he stares at me.

A long stroke. “I’ve waited for weeks.” Another long stroke. “Watched you. Every single night."

He squeezes, causing a drop of liquid to melt along his tip. “I’ve stroked myself night after night, wishing it was you wrapped around me again. Wishing I could inhale that peppermint smell that throws me off balance ever fucking time.”

He steps to me, and my arms immediately go around his neck as he lifts me again. “I can’t anymore.”

His voice is hoarse. Bordering a painful plea. It’s shows in his eyes, how much staying away from me has weighed on him. I’ve felt it too. That need to be close to him.

“I need to feel you,” he whispers.

With his hands braced on my ass, he slowly slides himself in, filling and stretching me to the point I gasp. What was just hurried and rushed, is now deep and connecting. Emotional. His eyes hold mine with every thrust, penetrating so deep I know I’ll feel him for days.

“I’ve waited for you, Rae. For so long, baby.” His lips take mine. Sensual and calculated. Hungry and compassionate.

“Don’t ever give up on me.”

The vulnerability in his voice causes unexpected tears to spring to my eyes as he continues his steady rhythm. His hands roam, his lips caress, and when he surges in one last time, he fills me.

I land a soft kiss on his jaw. “I’m not going anywhere, Locke.”

Something is tethered between us. Something I can’t define or explain. I’ve known it for weeks, and now, just as him, I don’t ever want him to give up on us.