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“Do. You. Want. Me?” I crowd her until she’s backed up against the desk that bears her name. Each breath causes her hair to fan across her forehead. Before she can respond, I’m compelled to reach up and tuck a wayward strand behind her ear. When she gasps and leans in ever so slightly to my touch, I have my answer.
“Tell me, sweetheart. Do you want me?”
“I can’t have what I want. It wouldn’t be fair to you,” she cries.
“I don’t give a flying fuck about fair, Locket. Do you want me?”
“Tonight?”
Forever,I want to scream but bite my tongue and nod instead. Leaning in, I rub my nose along her jawline, waiting for an answer. When one doesn’t come, I bite down gently on her earlobe. “Answer me, Locket.” My hand snakes around her waist, and I pull her into my larger frame.
Chapter 23
Lexi
“Answer me, Locket.” Easton’s grip tightens around my waist as he pulls me flush against him. His erection presses against my stomach, and I bite my tongue to keep from moaning.
Do I want him? So much it hurts. Can I have him? Not without breaking him.
“Give in, Lex. Please, just let me be there for you.” His tongue darts out to lick a line from the base of my neck up to my ear, and an unsanctioned moan escapes my lips just before I feel my knees buckle.
“It’s going to be another mistake,” I argue, but it’s weak even to my ears.
His hands force themselves into my hair as he holds my face steady. “I was always taught that mistakes are how you learn. So what if I want to keep making these mistakes until I learn every inch of you?” His lips land on mine. “Every curve.” He moves his hands down my sides until he’s cupping my ass. “Every bruised and battered insecurity. I’m all for learning from our mistakes, Locket.”
His teeth catch my bottom lip as I attempt to respond. Opening my mouth, he increases the pressure on the back of my head as he angles my face so he can devour me. This is wrong for so many reasons, but everything disappears when he controls my body like this. It’s just him, and me. I’ve never felt safer or more free than when I’m in his arms, so I let him take control. In fact, I beg him to.
Placing a hand on my stomach, he guides me back onto the desk. When I’m perched on edge, he leans into me so far I’m forced to lie down.
“Fuck, Lexi. You’re so goddamn sexy. Sexy Lexi,” he whispers reverently as his eyes roam my entire body.
I feel self-conscious as he stares at me like I’m a seven-course meal. I intentionally wore baggy sweatpants and a sweatshirt three sizes too big in a lame attempt at throwing him off my scent.
Easton spreads my legs and steps between them. His fingertips graze the skin just above the elastic waistband as he places a hand on each of my hips.
“Tell me, Lexi. Did you think these would make you less desirable? Or that I wouldn’t fantasize about what I know is under all this fabric?”
His assumption makes me laugh. “Well, it crossed my mind,” I admit.
Laying a hand down next to my face, he holds his weight up as he presses his body into me. “You could be wearing a bathrobe from 1970 with pornstaches all over it, and I would still daydream about your naked body, Lex.”
I swallow as his other hand glides below my sweatshirt—the heat from his palm causing goosebumps to form in its wake. His hand pauses just below my left breast, and I ache for contact.
“Do you want me to touch you?”
What the fuck is it with him and these questions?But I have no self-control around him, and I know he’ll be my undoing.
“Yes, Easton. Jesus Christ, I want you to touch me, okay?” I scream.
I feel his grin next to my cheek, and I want to punch him. His hot breath hits my ear just before his whispered words, and I shiver.
“That’s all you had to say, sweetheart. That’s all you ever have to say. I can’t deny you.” His admission does funny things to my chest, but before I can linger on them too long, he raises my shirt over my head.
My bare back presses into the cool wood, and my body comes alive with sensation. He wastes no time removing my sweatpants, and his groan vibrates throughout my body when he realizes I’m not wearing any panties.
“Are you trying to kill me?” he asks as he drops to his knees. “Open your legs, Lexi. Let me see you.”
It’s such an odd thing to say, but at the first swipe of his tongue, I comply. He uses his mouth like a maestro conducts the orchestra. He carefully choreographs his every movement to bring me pleasure.
