Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Just like that, everything else fell away. The fear, the anxiety, the guilt.
All that was left was the warmth I felt toward Lincoln. And the heat that was quickly overtaking every inch of my body.
Before I could even make a move again, suddenly I felt his hands on my hips as he got to his feet, sinking in, yanking, dragging my body down the mattress until I was flat.
I could barely process the change before his body was folding down over mine, close, but not quite touching, his arms holding his chest up, his knee between my thighs holding his body weight from me even as his lips sealed over mine.
My hands rose, gliding up his back, pulling, trying to force his body to press into mine. With absolutely no success.
The disconnect, though, was managing to make it even hotter, the need in my body becoming a desperate thing, leaving me writhing, desperate for any small release.
My hand slid down his back, off his side, in at my belly then down. Down.
His lips ripped from mine, his knees holding his weight as his upper body lifted, hands snagging me at the wrists, yanking up, pressing them back against the bed above my head, trapping me completely.
Utterly helpless.
A shiver of anticipation coursed through me as his hungry gaze bore into mine. His chest heaved with his own need... and his tight grasp of control over it.
"Lincoln, please," I begged, shameless in my need for him, for more.
His body folded forward again, giving me more of his weight, something I took greedily, my legs wrapping around his waist, aligning my hips with his, as his lips claimed mine once more.
My hips ground up against him, seeking release he seemed intent on refusing me, releasing me suddenly, grabbing me as he rolled under my body, hands pushing at my center until I pushed up from where I was straddling his waist, looking down at him.
His eyes were heavily hooded, his nostrils flared, his breathing fast and shallow.
"Take off your clothes," he demanded in what I could only describe as a growl.
I pulled in a deep breath, expanding my chest completely, before slowly pushing up, climbing off, moving to stand off the side of the bed.
There was no hesitation, no insecurity.
My hands slid down to my waistband, moving my pants down my legs, stepping out, then reaching for my shirt, making a show of lifting it, exposing each sliver of skin as I did so, the brush of the fabric on my hardened nipples making a shiver course through me as I finally pulled off my shirt, tossing it to the floor, leaving me in nothing but barely-there panties.
"Fuck," Lincoln hissed, body folding upward, head lining up with my belly.
His hands moved out, touching the skin just below my knees, gliding upward, leaving goosebumps in their wake as they snagged the material, pulling it down until I it dropped to my feet.
There was hardly even a moment of hesitation before his hand was snagging my knee, lifting, pulling, placing my feet flat on the mattress, spread wide.
I couldn't even pull in a breath at the realization of what was about to happen before his head was ducked, his lips sealing over my clit.
My legs nearly gave out at the contact, at the pleasure blooming through my core.
Lincoln's arms curled under my thighs, hands sinking into my ass, creating stability as his tongue started working me with a slow, firm pressure that made my chest feel tight, my thigh muscles shake, the moans to come loud and uncontrolled.
Feeling the pressure that hinted at oblivion, my upper body folded forward, hands planting on his back, bracing myself.
His tongue flicked.
His lips sucked.
And the orgasm crashed through my system, stealing all my strength. From my body, my ability to control my voice.
All my weight fell over him as his name cried out from between my lips.
His arms anchored around me, pulling me down onto his lap once again as the aftershocks racked my overwhelmed system.
I wasn't sure how long it took me to come back to my senses, but when I finally did, I found his hands softly stroking down my back, his lips moving over my neck toward my ear.
Pulling me down, yet driving me up somehow at the same time.
Body humming with pleasure, I let myself revel in his touch, in his gentle kisses.
By the time the need was a vice grip in my lower belly once again, soft and sweet and tentative wasn't what I was after anymore.
Pushing back, I reached down, grabbing his shirt, pulling it up over his head, taking an unexpectedly long time to glide over his warm skin, getting to know the lines of his body, the dips of his muscles, the odd smoothness of scars.
His muscles twitched in response to my curious fingers, his cock growing harder, more insistent against the juncture of my thighs.