Page 15 of Too Safe

Chapter 7

Josephine

Lockeisturningtolook for me just as I catch up. Grinning—with that shockingly white smile that looks almost comical against the severity of his ink—he snags my hand and pulls me along behind him.

We pass the stanchioned staircase, and I can’t help myself. I tug on his hand, though it doesn’t stop his movement.

“Don’t you live here?” I ask his back. “I thought maybe you wanted to show me your room.”

A hint of a grimace passes over his face before he shakes his head and expertly weaves us through a group of partiers in our path.

“Not worth the hassle,” he mutters just loud enough for me to hear. Then he quickly amends his statement. “Them. They’re not worth the hassle.” He nods at the beefed-up security dudes who are scowling at nothing.

“Hmph. You don’t know whether I’m worth the hassle either, Emo Boy. Not yet.”

He peers over his shoulder with hooded eyes. “I’m about to fuck around and find out.”

He pushes open a random door and pulls me inside behind him. And before I have time to get my bearings, he’s shoving me against the closed door, circling my throat with his hand, and squeezing ever so slightly.

Fuck.

He presses his lips to mine, sending a zap of electricity through me. My toes tingle when his tongue dips into my mouth. He feeds me the tip as I greedily drink him in, my hands landing on his waistband and finding purchase on the hem of his T-shirt.

Pulling him closer, I run my fingertips along his lower abs, eliciting the sexiest shiver from him.

“Hot Girl,” he groans into my mouth, fisting his free hand and knocking it into the door beside my head. “I knew this mouth had to be good for more than dishing out sass.”

Before I can come up with a witty reply, he’s diving back in for more. He kisses like he wants to consume me. And I’m desperate to match his energy, slipping my tongue into his mouth for a taste, then nipping at his lower lip.

His lips leave mine, and for a moment, he leaves me bereft. But then he kisses down my neck, sucking on the skin between my collarbone and throat until I throw my head back, breathless.

“Kissing isn’t the only thing this mouth can do.” Panting, I brush my hand down the front of his jeans. I have to bite back a gasp when his hard length just. Keeps. Going.

“What the fuck are you hiding in there?” I demand, gripping what has to be at least ten inches of dick.

He chuckles against my neck, then bites into my flesh and sucks. Hard. I buck my hips and grind against him, more eager than ever to get intimately acquainted with his body.

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” he murmurs, tracing the waistband of my jeans until his fingers stop below my navel. Deftly, he undoes the button. Then he pulls back and searches my face. “Yeah?”

I swear to god my pussy clenches. I fucking love a man who understands consent.

“Hell yeah,” I confirm, shimmying out of my pants so fast I have to throw out an arm and steady myself using his shoulder so I don’t lose my balance.

Once I’ve extricated myself, Locke grips my bare hips and lifts me effortlessly, carrying me two steps before setting me on a ledge.

Without taking his eyes off me, he takes a step back, reaches behind his back with one hand, and pulls his T-shirt off over his head.

My mouth drops open as I take him in. I go practically cross-eyed trying to look everywhere at once. His neck tattoo blends seamlessly into an intricate, detailed chest piece that covers his pecs and both shoulders.

The briefest hint of a smirk lifts his lips as I shamelessly ogle him. Then the man drops to his motherfucking knees.

Both hands caress my inner thighs. A moment later, the tease of hot breath hits my already-soaked, needy cunt.

“Fuck yeah,” he murmurs reverently before he licks the entire length of my pussy.

His tongue is warm, lapping at me with languid caresses. With one hand, I grip his hair, pulling on the ends in encouragement.

Apparently, he’s in no hurry. He continues to lick me with measured strokes that I’m fucking positive he’s using to intentionally edge me.

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