Restraint made me shake. I balled my hands into fists and licked my lips, heart stuttering as Nash tracked my tongue with his hot gaze, inhaling a sharp breath through his nose. God, I wanted him. Always had, since the very first second I’d laid eyes on him. I wanted to lick his skin. I wanted to bite his damn throat. I wanted to kiss him so badly my body turned to molten stone. “Locke.” “Don’t say my fuckin’ name like that.” “Then go to bed. Before I get Orla to drag you there.”
