“We’re not having sex. That’s still off the table.”
He jerks back, looking equal parts confused and ravenous. “Then what are we doing?”
“Anything else,” I breathe, trying to convey the urgency that I feel pumping through my body with each rapid beat of my heart. My nerve endings spark, sending electric currents across my skin as a wolfish grin spreads across his face.
“I can get down with that.”
Both hands dip under my t-shirt and span across the entire width of my back, making me feel so small but also so protected as he claims my mouth again, his tongue hungry for another taste of me. My nipples pebble and ache as they brush against the material of my t-shirt. I wish it was his broad chest instead. Balling his shirt in my hand, I tug on it, trying to get it over his head but he’s too damn tall. He laughs, letting his hands fall away from my body long enough to reach behind his head and rip the shirt off. All his tattoos come into view and I suck in a breath as my fingers skate over his skin.
“You keep touching me like that and I’m going to lose control, baby,” he warns and I smile.
“Who said that was a bad thing?”
The thin white t-shirt is torn over my head and he pulls me against his large body as his lips find mine again, need pouring out of both of us. The air is thick with it, enveloping us in a world where he and I are the only two people who exist. There’s nowhere I have to be, no one to see because everything begins and ends with the two of us losing ourselves in each other for the rest of the night. His hands fist my hair and he kisses me so hard that I’m convinced he’s breathing for me.
“I’m going to spend hours eating your sweet little cunt, Tate, and only when you lose count of the amount of times you’ve come will I let up.”
I shudder, my pussy clenching as I grab his forearms. “Lincoln.”
“You want to know the best part of living out here?” he whispers, leaning in and dragging his lips down my neck. I shake my head. “I can make you scream as loud as I want to and no one will ever hear you. Are you going to scream for me?”
“Yes,” I breathe out, squeezing my eyes shut and mentally begging him to kiss me.
“You promise?”
I nod. “Yes, I promise. Make me scream.”
Growling, he wraps his arms around my ass and lifts me into the air as I squeal. My legs wrap around his waist as he turns and carries me over to the bed where he lays me down and presses his lips to my belly, just above my panties.
“I can smell you already, gorgeous. Are you wet?”
Gripping the comforter beneath me, I nod. “Yes.”
He runs his hands up the inside of both my thighs before parting them and I hold my breath, my entire body tense as I wait for the touch I so desperately need.
Please.
Touch me.
A soft kiss presses against my thigh, just above my knee, and I jump as a whimper slips out of my mouth. He chuckles.
“Is that not what you want, Tate?”
I shake my head. “No and you know it.”
“Do I?” he asks, laughter in his voice and I growl. He’s playing games with me and my restraint is about to snap. “Why don’t you tell me what you want?”
I sit up and grab his chin, forcing his gaze to mine. “I want you to rip my panties off and eat my pussy until I scream your name.”
Just because it’s been a long time since I’ve been with anyone doesn’t mean I’ve ever been one to shy away from telling a man what I want. Lincoln’s eyes close as if he’s in pain and he lets out a low groan that sends goose bumps over my skin.
“Jesus Christ,” he breathes and when his eyes pop open again, there’s an inferno staring back at me. “Hope you know what you just started.”
I don’t get to say another word as he shoves me back on the bed and hooks his fingers into my panties, tearing them from my body before he drops to his knees next to the bed.
“Lincoln,” I moan, eager for his touch. He grabs my leg and pulls me closer to the edge before trailing his fingers down the sides of my sex. “What are you doing?”
He laughs. “Did you really think I was going to just give you what you want without teasing you first?”
I growl, earning another laugh out of him as he drags his thumb over my clit and I jolt on the bed, sucking in a breath.
“Do that again.”
“This?” he asks, repeating the move and I moan.
“Yes, that.”
He repeats the move – back and forth – again and again until I’m writhing on the bed and whimpering his name. Just when I think I can’t take anymore, he slips a single digit inside me, pumps a few times before pulling out, and going back to my clit. He follows the pattern for what feels like forever as he slowly builds me up to what I know will be a blinding orgasm.
“You are magnificent,” he whispers and my heart skips a beat as I glance down at him. He smiles as a vibrating sound fills the room and I scowl but don’t get a chance to ask what it is before he’s pressing a bullet against my clit.
“Oh my god!” I yell, my body jerking from the sensation and he groans.
“You are so fucking wet,” he murmurs as his finger dips inside me again and I start to tremble. Pressure builds in my belly and I know I just need a little bit more to let go.
“Please, Lincoln.”
“Please what?” he asks, looking smug as hell as he meets my eyes. When our gazes connect, I know I can’t hold it back anymore.
“Don’t stop. I’m going to come.”
He presses the vibrator harder against my clit before moving it in a circle and I gasp as my hips shoot off the bed. When he does it once more, I cry out, my body shattering with a blinding orgasm that I can feel through every inch of my body.
“Oh my god, that was…” I murmur after he tosses the vibrator on the bed next to me and I catch my breath.
“Oh, Tate.” Lincoln laughs. “I’m only getting started.”
I arch a brow. “Getting started with what?”
“Worshipping you until the sun comes up.”
I smile. “I can get down with that.”
“I’ve been absolutely crazy about you since the moment I first laid eyes on you,” he says, moving on top of me and settling between my thighs.
“I hated you so much that day but I think it’s only because from the second you looked up at me, you affected me more than anyone else ever had.”
“Same, babe.”
My brow wrinkles and I glance to where he threw the vibrator on the bed. “Uh… Lincoln?”
“Yeah?”
“Why do you have a vibrator?”
He glances at it and starts laughing. “Bought it the other day for you.”
“You bought me a vibrator? Did you assume you’d get lucky tonight?”
He shakes his head. “Naw, baby. It was just a gift but I would be lying if I said I didn’t imagine you using it in front of me.”
Heat floods my body and my heartbeat pounds in my ears as I imagine spreading my legs in front of him and using my new toy.
“Come here,” I whisper. “And take your shorts off.”
Grinning, he shoves his shorts and boxer briefs down his legs before lying next to me on the bed and trailing his fingers over my skin. The gentle touch drives me crazy and I shiver. His fingers slip between my legs again and skate over my clit as he presses his lips to mine and I wrap my hand around his impressive length, sucking in a breath. Jesus, there’s no way that thing is going to fit inside me. He shudders as I stroke him back and forth, a low groan spilling out of his mouth.