I know it’s a bad idea. I know that I should stick to my guns and make him take me home, but sometimes, after life shovels so much shit in your direction, you just want one good thing.
Lincoln’s always been paradise and disaster wrapped in a beautiful package I can’t resist. Tonight, I’m willing to do anything to have one more chance to taste paradise. The rest of the world can wait until tomorrow.
Tonight is ours.
As he carries me into his bedroom, I don’t bother to look at the house. It doesn’t matter. He’s right. It’s only walls and windows and doors. None of it means anything. I know all about living a life that looked perfect from the outside, but was completely hollow.
The only thing that matters is Lincoln and me, and shutting up the voices in my head that won’t let me forget how much of a failure I am.
When he lays me down on the smooth coverlet, the voices finally go silent. The only thing left in my brain is Lincoln.
“I’ve waited ten years for this moment. I’m going to take my time.”
My entire body shivers as he reaches for the hem of his T-shirt and pulls it over his head, revealing a stomach that’s still flat and hard. His rounded pecs and shoulders seem even broader and thicker than I remember, but his eyes are still the same. The hazel flashes with heat as he stares down at me before coming toward the bed, his jeans still on. He kneels between my legs and kisses me like he’d die if he had to wait another moment to taste my lips. The same way he always kissed me.
My body heats as he trails his mouth along my chin, skimming my ear, and then down my throat.
“Please . . .” I don’t even know what I want, but I’m already begging for whatever he’ll give me.
“Shhh. Let me explore.”
The strap of my tank slides down my shoulder, and he covers every inch of my bare skin with his lips, tasting, teasing, and testing my control.
I lose myself in him, in the feel of his skin, in the scent that’s new but somehow familiar all at the same time.
He peels my tank down my body to reveal my hard nipples straining against the sheer lace of my bra. I may not have left LA with much, but I did bring all my nice underwear, and for the first time, I thank my lucky stars for that.
Lincoln sucks in a breath. “Fuck, you’re beautiful. So fucking beautiful.”
He skims a thumb over the bud of my nipple, and I arch toward him.
“You want my lips here?”
“Yes.”
He replaces his thumb with his mouth and sucks the hardened tip inside.
Heat dumps into my veins as he scrapes it along his teeth. I lift my hips, needing pressure. Lincoln knows what I want, and his free hand slides between us to cup me between my legs.
I buck against his hand, wishing my clothes were already off. “More.”
He lifts his head from my breast. “Greedy girl.”
Lincoln doesn’t realize that I’m only this way for him. Never for anyone else. Maybe someday I’ll tell him that, but tonight, I just want to revel in the things only he can make me feel.
He moves his hand to tug at the button of my shorts. He stands to pull them off, and I shimmy to help them along.
Lincoln stands above me, the bulge in his jeans impossible to miss as he stares down at my body like he’s cataloging every inch.
Insecurities about how much my body has changed creep in, but he banishes them.
“I don’t know how it’s possible, but you’re even more beautiful than you were before. You were a girl then. Now you’re a goddess, and I’m going to worship you.”
He kneels on the floor, his head between my legs, and this time his mouth moves over my center. His hot breath teases me through the lace of my panties, and I grip his hair in my hands.
He drags his fingers along the fabric until my wetness soaks the barrier between us, and he finally pushes it aside. His tongue skims my slick heat, gliding along the edges of my bare lips until I want to scream for him to give me what I need.
But he already knows what I need. Lincoln closes his mouth over my clit and sucks hard as he pushes a finger inside me.
Just like that . . . I. Am. Done.
I buck against his mouth, his name on my lips as I come harder than I have since the last time he touched me. But once isn’t enough. Lincoln’s lips and teeth and tongue destroy me until I’m gasping for air and my throat feels raw. Only then does he rise and move up my body, pressing kisses to my skin as he goes.
“So fucking sweet,” he whispers.
I fumble between us for the button on his jeans and shove them over his hips. His cock bobs free, and I wrap my hand around his thick length.
“Fuck, Blue. Fuck.”
“Please, Lincoln. Please. I need you.” I’ve always needed him. I always will need him. It’s part of me that will never go away.
He rolls off the bed and kicks off his jeans and briefs before pulling a condom out of the nightstand. I wonder how many women he’s had here, but I don’t ask. I don’t want to know.
My thought must be completely transparent, though, because he replies to my unspoken question.
“Only you. No other woman has ever been in my bed.”
He rolls on the condom, and when he moves back between my legs, everything feels so perfect.
Maybe Lincoln is right. Maybe we can do this. Maybe we don’t just have tonight. Maybe we could have forever.
When he pushes inside me, I forget to care about anything but how he makes me feel.