Page 108 of The Locksmith's Promise

His other arm came around my back and pulled my body into alignment with his.

I couldn’t get close enough, trapping his legs between mine before switching tactics and tucking mine between his.

Gratified when he tightened around me.

I sucked in a rough, trembling breath and blew it back out.

Expelling the last remnants of the past.

Leaving me empty.

Tipping my chin up, I pressed my mouth to the warm skin of his neck and breathed him in.

Yes.

This.

Him.

I needed him.

Beside me.

Curled around me.

Inside me.

My tongue darted out to taste him, feeling him still in my arms, his strong arms locking around my back.

My hips rocked.

His answered.

He exhaled shakily, dipping his chin to gently take my mouth as he grew hard against me.

“Bax,” I breathed, freeing one leg to wrap it around his hip, grinding the ache at my core against his cock.

My fucking cock.

His hand slapped down on my hip and held me immobile. “Now, Maggie? Are you sure?”

Fresh tears sprang to my eyes. “Please, Bax. Don’t turn me away.”

“Never,” he exclaimed, rolling me beneath him.

Grasping the back of my knee, he hiked my knee around his hip and settled between my thighs.

With his other hand wrapped around the nape of my neck, he took my mouth, my lips parting beneath the force of his kiss as he licked inside my mouth.

“Maggie, my Maggie,” he groaned, releasing my knee and slapping his palm down on the mattress as he pushed up and rolled his hips.

My neck arched back as his weight pressed me back into the mattress, grounding me in the present. “Yes, Baxter,” I gasped. “Just like that.”

“No condom, Maggie,” he demanded.

I shook my head. “No condom.”

Rising to his knees between my thighs, he whipped off my panties before pushing his boxers down to release his heavy erection.

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