Lock by Kate Hill Page B

hands cupped the back of her head while the other grasped her waist and hauled her out of the chair and onto his lap. Overpowered by his strength, Sparrow could do nothing but straddle his legs and pray that she wouldn’t humiliate herself by giving in to the desire coursing through her entire body.
    His tongue traced her lips, slipped into her mouth and sought hers. Her fists opened against his back, and she slid her palms over taut muscle. He gently bit her lower lip. She shivered and mimicked his action, dragging a soft moan from his throat. The sound made her heartbeat quicken. Knowing he was as affected by their closeness as she gave her a feeling of power. Apparently Lock was attracted to “muscle-bound runts.”
    He stood, both hands grasping her buttocks while his mouth continued plundering hers. Instinctively, Sparrow locked her legs around his waist. She buried her hands in his thick, two-toned hair and licked the roof of his mouth.
    Lock crossed the room in two steps and lowered her to the bed. He lifted her shirt over her head, threw it aside, and shed his tunic. Sparrow’s eyes opened halfway, unable to resist looking at his exquisite body. For a man of his size and height, he was lean, with little extra flesh, only thick bones and hard muscle. His bandaged hands caressed her breasts, his fingertips stroking her nipples until his touch became a thrilling torment of pain and pleasure. Her breath became ragged, and she was lost in sensation. She closed her eyes and murmured his name as she felt him slip off her boots and trousers.
    No man had ever seen her naked. She’d always been modest, but at that moment, nothing mattered except savoring every touch, every kiss, every caress he bestowed upon her lust-driven body. She gasped when his finger slipped into her wet pussy and gathered moisture that he used to stroke her clit. Sparrow panted as that marvelous finger quickened. Her nub felt so sensitive his touch almost hurt, and she felt ready to explode from need.
    Suddenly his body covered hers, and her eyes flew open. His hair-roughened leg slid between hers, and she felt his cock—hard as a metal pike beneath silken flesh—pressing against her crotch. She stared at him, surprised by the softness in his pale blue eyes. His lips were parted, his breath nearly as ragged at hers.
    He kissed her hard, as if he could absorb her very soul. His mouth trailed down her throat and fastened on the rosy spike of one nipple. Her gasp was almost a sob as he licked and sucked while his hand kneaded the soft circle of her other breast. She clutched his shoulders and locked her legs around his waist as he shifted into her, slow and smooth, giving her time to accept his length and girth.
    The sensation of him deep inside her pussy momentarily broke her reverie. Her eyes snapped open. Again, she was dragged beneath the blue surface of his eyes. As he moved slowly, gently within her, she felt like she’d been possessed by the wildest creature on earth, tamed only for her.
    She closed her eyes as pleasure crept back into her body and blocked her mind of all thoughts except reaching the plateau toward which he was driving them.
    She clung to him, and his voice was a ragged command in her ear as he said, “Harder, Princess. Hold me as hard as you can.”
    She clutched his slick flesh. Her own body felt like she’d been thrust into an inferno as his thrusts became shorter and faster, his cock seeming to fill her more completely than she’d ever dreamed possible. She exploded in a climax that made the world go black. She could no longer see, only feel. She heard his cry of fulfillment as he rammed into her quivering body, then stiffened and pulsed, his every muscle tense before he collapsed atop her.
    He rolled onto his side and dragged her to his chest, one leg draped over both of hers, his chin resting on top of her head.
    Sparrow closed her eyes and snuggled close to him, a smile on her lips.
    “Don’t fall asleep on me,