Chapter 12 #2
“Let me be more specific then.” Every word is slow, determined.
“Watching you fall from that ladder terrified me more than any surgery I’ve ever performed—more than watching any patient fight for their life.
It shook me to my core, and in that moment, everything I’ve been trying to bury into the recesses of my mind came crashing full force into the forefront.
Even if you don’t reciprocate my feelings, Genesis, I realized I’d rather tell you and face rejection then continue pretending I’m not enamored by every move you make. ”
Turning back toward the railing, I look out at the skyline.
My hands tremble, and I wrap my fingers around the cold metal to keep it from being noticeable.
So many things race through my mind, it’s hard to process what he’s saying.
I want his words to be true, but after so long believing otherwise, I find it hard to trust so blindly.
“You’re saying a lot of lovely words, Lincoln, but that’s all they are—words.
How can I be sure what you’re saying is real?
” A heavy ache sits in my chest, and as I turn back to Lincoln, I watch his lips part, ready to tell me otherwise, but the frustration inside of me pushes me to continue.
“You know what? Fuck it, I’m just going to say it.
I’ve had feelings for you for far longer than I care to admit.
And if you’re just playing with my emotions—”
“I’m not,” he rushes to say, but I cut him off.
“Then prove it. Show me. We’re both adults, and we’ve apparently been playing childish games for too long.
” A manic laugh bubbles from my lips as I toss my hands into the air, turning back to face him.
“And for no reason it seems like. So show me, Lincoln. You want me? Take me then. I could have been yours this whole time.”
Something darkens in his eyes, and his hand comes up to cradle my face again.
His fingers slide along my jaw, gripping me possessively as he holds me in place.
Heat surges through me, pooling low in my belly.
“You want me to show you, Genesis?” Our eyes remain locked, and for the first time, I see another side to Doctor Lincoln Stokes—a side I’m eager to explore.
Leaning into me, his breath dusts the shell of my ear as he growls, “Prove to you what I’m feeling is legitimate? ”
A wolfish smile spreads across his face as he draws back slowly, a silent challenge burning in his eyes.
I feel like I could morph into a puddle at his feet from the heat in his piercing stare. Raising my chin, I don’t dare blink. “Yes.”
No sooner does the word leave my mouth are his lips crashing against mine. His tongue gains access without hesitation, and there’s nothing gentle about it. No softness or restraint, only raw, consuming need.
Months of pent-up longing pours out between us, tasting sweet and electric.
Growling into my mouth, Lincoln closes what minuscule distance there was between us, molding his body against mine as he cages me against the railing. My back arches as the evidence of his arousal drives against me, strong and hard.
A breathy sigh escapes me. I can’t believe this is happening.
“Do you want more proof, Gen?” He groans against my mouth.
My arms encircle his neck, pulling him closer. “Yes.”
He kisses me again, and I melt into him, getting lost in the moment.
We’re both out of breath when he finally breaks the trance, pulling away with a mischievous glint in his eye.
“Will the validity of my words mean more to you if I show you from my knees?” Slowly, he breaks from my hold, sinking down, letting his hand glide against the side of my body until he’s low enough to shift it to the inside of my thigh.
My legs tremble as I look down at him through hooded eyes, watching as his hand wraps around my ankle before he trails it back up my leg.
“Lincoln.” His name slips off my tongue, floating on the wind.
Curling his fingers around the tulle, he lifts my dress, exposing more of my legs. He presses higher onto his knees, kissing the tops of my thighs.
“Part of the reason I put a wall between us is because I thought I didn’t deserve a woman like you. So sweet.” Another kiss. “So sunshine-y.” And another.
Sliding my fingers into his hair, I tilt his head back, forcing him to meet my gaze. With narrowed eyes, and a smile tugging at my lips, I murmur, “You’re an idiot.”
His fingers tighten against my skin. “I know.”
“So long as you acknowledge it. Keep going.” Releasing his hair, my hand drifts to the top of his shoulder.
Taking it as an invitation, he reaches down and grabs my ankle, guiding my leg to rest over his other shoulder.
My eyes widen as I realize what he’s doing as he hikes my dress up more, exposing my black lace thong, and the cool air hits my center.
“Lincoln—” I warn, but he shakes his head, kissing the skin just below the apex of my thighs.
My knees buckle when his nose rubs against my clit, the stimulation even more intense because of the rough lace acting as a barrier. I cry out, my head tilting back as I look into the inky night sky.
Pulling away the fabric, Lincoln swipes his tongue up my slit before his lips suction around the most sensitive part of me. I cry out, my hand flying back to his hair to steady myself as he brings his fingertips to my center.
“You’re dripping for me, Gen,” he muses as he laps up my wetness. “How is it that you even manage to taste like Christmas, too?”
Pressing one finger into me, my grip tightens on his hair to keep myself from falling as unintelligible moans cascade from my lips.
“Sugar, spice, and happiness. I’ve never tasted anything so delicious.”
Swirling the tip of his tongue around my clit, he presses another finger into me, letting the two pump in a steady rhythm. My arousal slides down my thigh as he torturously thrusts into me again and again.
“You’re glistening.” His tongue glides against my inner thigh, not letting a drop of it go to waste. “God, Gen. I’ll spend forever proving myself to you if this is my reward.”
I open my mouth to speak, but no words come out, my mind completely useless as pleasure overtakes every sense and thought I have. There’s only one word repeating through my mind like a mantra.
More.
“I need more,” I whimper, my fingers clawing at Lincoln’s shirt in a desperate attempt to get him to stand.
Groaning, he sucks my clit harder, and tugs before he rises. But I hardly have a chance to catch my breath before he grabs my chin, tilting my head firmly to connect us again. Stealing the air from my lungs, he claims me through his kiss.
Pinning me with his body, he kneads my breast as my hands explore him, taking in each ripple of muscle beneath his dress shirt, every ridge of his abdomen.
Another low rumble erupts from him, and he breaks the kiss, spinning me around.
I choke on a gasp, suddenly facing the twinkling lights of the city.
Lincoln’s touch is gentle yet unyielding as he pushes me into the railing, my stomach firm against it as my hands wrap around the metal on their own accord.
Pulling my thong down, he leaves it just above my knees before pressing his hand against my center again, playing with my folds and opening them wide as he strokes me with his fingers.
“Fuck, Gen.” His forehead rests against my shoulder. “This wasn’t what I was expecting by coming here tonight. I want to prove to you how much I want you—over and over again if you’ll let me—but I didn’t bring protection.”
Is it wrong of me to not give a shit?
My knees buckle as he fucks me slowly with his hand, curving the two fingers pressed inside of me so he can stroke my G-spot. His motions are slow—deliberate. A much different pace than the frenzy from two minutes ago.
I need him. Now. I don’t care if it’s wrong, or reckless. I just want him.
Reaching behind me, I unbuckle his belt with one hand, maneuvering my hand to unhook his button and lower his zipper before I reach inside, taking his length in my hand. Slowly, I stroke the velvety skin of his shaft, mirroring the pace of his fingers inside me.
There’s a subconscious part of me that knows anyone could walk onto this roof right now and catch us, and for some reason, that makes it all the more exhilarating.
Turning my head toward Lincoln's, I catch his lips. His cock twitches in my hand, and I can’t stand the emptiness I feel even with his fingers inside of me. I crave all of him. “Please, Lincoln.”
“Are you sure?” His voice is so gravely, my knees weaken again.
“Prove it,” I whisper, repeating my sentiment from earlier.
Prove it.
Take me.
His belt clinks as he pushes his pants down slightly, trading my hand for his own as he aligns himself. Soft lips press against my shoulder, peppering kisses in a trail that leads to my neck as he presses into me with one swift thrust.
My gasp melds with his low groan, and he gives me a moment to adjust to the size of him. He feels incredible, like he was meant to fit inside of me. I clench around him, pushing back to take him deeper.
“Move,” I beg breathlessly. His hand slides to splay against my stomach, and I lay mine against it, lacing our fingers together.
Lincoln follows my instruction, pulling out almost completely before he presses into me again. As his long, fluid thrusts fill me, the sound of our skin slapping against each other catches in the breeze. We don’t speak, but our moans tell a story of their own.
Sliding his hand further down my body, his fingers find my clit again as he rolls his hips into me relentlessly. My eyes roll back before I squeeze them shut—the world tilting on its axis as my body inches closer and closer to release.
“Gen, I—you’re—” Lincoln fumbles over his words, his fingers working me harder. “I’m close.”
Words fail me as I tumble over the edge, free falling into my orgasm before I can even tell him I’m close too. My body spasms against his, my core clenching around his shaft tightly, euphoric from how it feels inside me as I come.
“Fuck,” he slurs, his forearms slamming against the railing as he chases his own release, thrusting into me with a rough possessiveness. “You’re fucking drenching me, Gen. So. Fucking. Wet. And. Hot.”
A low, primal rumble tears from him as he stills, his forehead dropping between my shoulder blades while he catches his breath.
With a shaky laugh, I grab his hand and tangle his fingers with mine. For a moment, we’re both still, coming down from the high, until a shiver runs through me, the cold night air licking against the sheen of sweat gathered across the back of my neck.
Slowly—torturously—he withdraws from me, and I clench around air at the loss of him.
He takes a step back, and I adjust my panties and my dress.
With a nervous laugh, I turn to face him. “Well, I’d call that proving it.”
Quirking a brow, he fixes his belt buckle. “You think I’m done?”
Lincoln takes a step closer, and instinctively, I take one back. Catching my wrist, he brings my palm to his lips and presses a kiss against it.
“Aren’t you?”
His hand glides down the length of my arm before lacing our fingers together, giving me a gentle tug, guiding me back to—I assume—the party. “Not even close, Gen. I’ve got all night.” Then, with a playful grin, he adds, “Let’s get out of here.”