“I think I might be able to talk you into it.”
I shake my head. “Don’t count on it.”
He laughs, throwing his arm over my shoulders as he leads me to one of the bedrooms. There’s a king-size bed against one wall and it faces a huge TV mounted on the wall.
“We’re going to watch in here?”
“Yeah. It’s impossible to have a TV in the living room with all those windows. Why? Is that going to be a problem for you?”
He’s got a wicked grin on his face and I turn away from him, examining the bed and trying not to picture the two of us naked on it. Oh, hell… How am I supposed to spend two hours sprawled out on a mattress with him? My willpower is never going to last.
* * * *
“Watch your step,” Lincoln whispers in my ear with his hands clamped over my eyes and a shiver races down my spine at his warm breath on my neck. I was right about my willpower not lasting long and it only took ten minutes for me to shed my pants and curl up between Lincoln’s legs. It’s not my fault, though. I just hate pants. After our movie, we laid in bed and made out like a couple teenagers but thankfully, things didn’t get past heavy petting. Or not thankfully… I don’t know anymore. When it comes down to it, I already know that what Lincoln and I have is special so why am I still waiting? I guess the truth is that I’m scared. It’s been a long time since I’ve been with anyone and while I was once very promiscuous, that’s not who I am anymore.
“There’s a ledge right here,” he says against the shell of my ear and a breathy moan slips past my lips before I can stop it. I wrap my fingers around his wrist and step forward gingerly, feeling for the ledge and stepping over it. Once things cooled down between us, Lincoln started making us dinner and banished me to the room so he could set up yet another surprise. I was serious earlier when I said I didn’t like surprises but a girl could get used to this. Especially with a man like Lincoln.
“You ready?” he asks and I nod.
“Yes.”
He presses a kiss just below my ear and all my nerve endings spring to life. “When I pull my hands away, you can look, okay?”
I nod, breathless. “Okay.”
He pulls his hands away and my eyes flutter open, drawing a gasp out of me. Candles line the railing of the front porch and he brought one of the tables and a bench up from the yard.
“Just one bench?” I ask, eyeing the blanket strewn over the edge. He grins.
“You’ve lost your damn mind if you think I’m letting you get more than an arm’s reach from me.”
I glance down at my bare legs. “Do you have neighbors?”
“Do you really think I would have brought you out here in your sexy little panties if I did?” he asks, wrapping his arms around my waist and gripping my ass cheek. “Mine.”
I wrinkle my nose. “Don’t go all caveman on me.”
“Don’t act like you wouldn’t like it,” he whispers, leaning in and claiming my lips as I sigh. Damn it. For being such a strong independent woman, he sure makes me weak.
My stomach growls and he pulls back and points to the bench.
“Sit.”
My brow arches. “Excuse me?”
“I said, sit.”
“Oh, I heard you, macho man. I was giving you a second chance to change your answer. Don’t order me around like a dog or you’ll see how big of a bitch I can really be.”
His lips twitch as he fights back a smile and I growl. “Even worse than the Taser?”
“Yes, even worse than that.”
Rolling his eyes, he lets out a dramatic sigh and gestures to the bench. “Would you like to sit down now, dear?”
“Don’t be a smartass,” I hiss, grabbing his face in my hands and glaring at him He barks out a laugh and wraps his arms around my waist, lifting me off the ground as he walks over to the bench and sits down with me sitting across his lap.
“Beast,” I grumble and he laughs again.
“You want the blanket, babe?”
I nod, a shiver racking my body. “Yes, please.”
As he wraps the blanket around his shoulders and swallows me up in it, I look up at the stars as peace settles over me. Not once since we got here have I thought about all the shit at home.
“Thank you,” I whisper, laying my head on his shoulder. “This is exactly what I needed.”
“Everything okay?” he asks, handing me one of the pork kabobs he whipped up for dinner. I sigh and nod.
“Yeah. You don’t need to worry about me. I can take care of myself.”
He cups my cheek, guiding my gaze to his. “Well, I do worry about you because I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you and you saying you can handle it does nothing to ease my concerns. Spill.”
“It’s just more of those prank calls,” I admit, picking at my dinner and he studies me for a moment before sighing.
“Let me handle it, baby. The guys and I will pay a little visit to Reed and put an end to this. I hate seeing you so stressed.”
I shake my head. “I don’t want him to know that he’s getting to me. I’m stronger than this.”
“Tatum,” he growls and my head jerks up as I meet his eyes. “You are, without a doubt, the toughest, most badass woman that I’ve ever met but you’re still human. It’s okay if this bothers you.”
“If he just came at me, I could deal with him no problem but I hate the mental games.”
“We’ll handle it, okay? I’ll take a few guys over there and we’ll put the fear of the devil into him.” He grins at his own joke and I laugh.
“Did you practice that one?”
He shakes his head. “Naw, it just came to me.”
“It was good,” I answer with a grin but my mind is back on Reed and the phone calls. Maybe I should just let Lincoln handle this. I mean, what’s the point of having a big strong biker as a boyfriend if he can’t scare the shit out of little asshats from time to time.
“I’ll think about it, okay?”
He nods, holding a cube of potato in front of my lips. “Good. Now, eat before it gets cold.”
I grab the potato from his fingers with my teeth and the hunger in his eyes intensifies as he meets my gaze. With his eyes locked on mine, he starts trailing his hand up the inside of my thigh and I suck in a breath.
“I think we need to save this food for later,” I whisper and he nods.
“Couldn’t fucking agree more, Darlin’.”
Chapter Fifteen
Tatum
We crash through his bedroom door, a mass of fumbling hands and desperate, crazed kisses as he slams me against a wall and braces his hand next to my head. His knee shoves between my thighs and I hook a leg around his hip as he groans, scraping his hand down my skin. Shivers rack my body and he groans, gripping my thigh as he pulls me closer but it’s still not close enough and I’m beginning to think I’m not going to be happy until his cock is seated inside me.
“I’m going to fucking destroy you in the best fucking way, baby,” he whispers, his nose nuzzling into my neck before he presses his lips to my skin. My core clenches and I arch my back, rubbing my breasts against his chest.