Chapter 22
SOFIA
Lincoln’s lips touched mine softly, a caress more than the usual clashing of both of our desires as soon as our mouths came together. The kiss was soft and slow, tender even.
Although it wasn’t the usual frenzied fire I was used to with him, I still liked it. A lot.
It felt like he was giving me more of himself than he had before, like this was all of Lincoln. It was a full-body kiss that had me burning up under his hands, consuming me. Every nerve ending lit up and every cell in my body ignited.
Our mouths moved together in an unhurried rhythm that left me breathless, and my brain melted into a puddle of girly goo. His mouth slanted over mine and his fingers tunneled into my short hair, his heavy palms settling at the nape of my neck.
Biting gently down on my lower lip, he slid his tongue into my mouth when I gasped in surprise. My tongue welcomed his in long slow strokes, dancing across his and savoring the taste of him.
As tender as the kiss was, it still ignited a fire in me. I didn’t think I’d ever be able to feel Lincoln’s lips on mine and not want more.
While I didn’t think he’d had anything more in mind when he first kissed me, we surged toward each other now, moving closer until it would have been impossible to fit a sheet of paper between us.
The heat and hardness of his body against mine was as electrifying as always, but the way he kissed me was different from the way he had kissed me before. He brought our mouths together over and over again, sucking at my bottom lip before he plunged his tongue into me in a way that felt possessive.
I didn’t mind it, though. Every other kiss I’d ever felt, even those from him, paled in comparison to this one.
I clung to him as he drank from my lips, my fingers digging into his arms and shoulders as his hands moved down to my ass.
He lifted me against him but only to scoot us both down. Once there was enough space, he used his chest to push me down onto my back.
A whimper escaped me as he laid me down, my pussy already growing wet and swollen. I arched my back to press my chest against his and explored the ridges of his teeth with my tongue.
Lincoln stretched himself out on top of me, keeping the bulk of his weight off me with his elbows and knees. As his hips settled between mine, his rock-hard erection brushed against my stomach.
Almost as if he couldn’t help himself, much like me with constantly having to squeeze my thighs together for the friction, he ground his length into me. A strangled growl rumbled out of him.
The sound broke off our kiss. His breaths were hot gasps of air against my swollen lips, and his hips jerked again. “This isn’t what I wanted you to stay for.”
I ran my fingers through his hair, my core aching and my heart thundering. “I know, but I want this too, Linc. It’s not just you.”
Dragging my fingertips down over his temple and across the stubble on his jaw, I pressed them to his reddened lips. His eyes fell closed, and he made a soft noise before lowering his head to rest his forehead against mine.
I felt his heart throwing itself against his ribs with as much fervor and enthusiasm as my own. Some of that anxious excitement crept into his husky voice. “So you don’t want to stop now and just find a movie to watch?”
“We can find a movie later,” I whispered, my fingertips still skating across his handsome features. “Right now, the only movie I want is the one we’re in.”
He rubbed his length against my core again. A wicked smirk that made those knee-weakening dimples of his pop again spread on his lips before he brought them to my ear. “This movie is about to become a porno, I think. You like those?”
“Only if it’s got you in it.” I shivered when the tip of his tongue darted out to lick the shell of my earlobe.
“This shirt might be comfortable, but it’s really ugly,” he breathed against my ear. Fingering the hem of said ugly shirt, he placed one of his hands behind my back and lifted himself off me so I could sit up a little. “I think it’s time we get it off you.”
Playing along, I let him lift my shirt off and get a nice eyeful of my breasts in my too-small bra before I moved my hands to the material covering his body. Lincoln sucked in a breath as he sat back to watch me, then let out a groan when he saw how tight my nipples were.
“Jesus. Your bra is almost as ugly as your shirt, and yet…” He lifted his hands to brush his enormous palms across my hardened peaks, causing another shiver to pass through me.
“It’s just because you can see my boobs,” I joked. “And hey, don’t judge me. I wasn’t exactly planning on anyone other than me seeing my bra today.”
“I’m not judging,” he groaned. “I’m not complaining either.”
While his hands occupied themselves by getting rid of the bra, I used his distraction to get rid of his shirt.
Both our shirts heaped on the floor next to the couch. His gaze dropped lower then, and I was suddenly aware of the muffin top splayed over the top of my jeans.
Lincoln didn’t pay even a little bit of attention to it, though. It was like he didn’t even realize it was there. He flicked the button open instead, then took my hands and helped me up so he could roll them off my legs.
When they landed on top of the shirts, I sat back and hoped that almost lying down would flatten the muffin top a little. The look Lincoln gave me still didn’t give any indication that he’d noticed the definite weight I carried around with me.
He gave me a long, slow onceover that made me feel like he was looking at the sexiest, most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. His Cognac eyes had so much heat in them that the embers set my skin on fire as his gaze raked down.
“Fuck.” He swallowed a few times. “I can’t remember if I’ve ever told you this, but you’re fucking gorgeous. Thought you should know.”
All my self-deprecating retorts died on my tongue. How could I argue when I could see he meant every word?
As he stood up and unbuttoned his own jeans, kicking them off next, I couldn’t help but repeat his sentiment.
“I also can’t remember if I’ve ever told you this, but you’re fucking gorgeous. Thought you should know.”
He smirked—fucking dimples—and ran his hands up and down his sides. “Yeah? You think so?”
I took in every hard ridge of his body, every defined line, and every sculpted muscle. My mouth went dry. “Uh huh. I think so.”
I sat up, reaching for his hands. He cocked a dark brow at me but lowered himself down over me again. Immediately wanting to feel everything I’d just feasted my eyes on, I ran my palms over his chest and stomach.
As my hands glided over him, his muscles tightened, and soft noises came from the back of his throat. His eyes were closed again, and I took the opportunity to really explore him.
Neither of us seemed to be in much of a rush, which was new for us. But I liked it.
I liked noticing things about him I hadn’t before, like how his body was so firm and hard but his skin was so soft and warm. My hands traveled up and down, tracing along the lines he’d sculpted his body into.
When my fingers reached the elastic of his briefs, I planted an open-mouthed kiss on his strong throat and whispered into his ear. “Why did these stay on?”
“Before I could take them off, you gave me that come-hither look, so I did.”
A giggle rang out, but it took me a moment to realize it had come from me. Fuck it. Giggling is okay when I’m with a guy like him.
His muscles jumped when I hooked my fingers into the waistband and started working it off him. Once it was free of everything that could get hurt, I gripped it between my toes and used them to drag it the rest of the way off him.
When he was completely naked, my hands and fingers continued their exploration. I started at his chest and worked my way down but carefully avoided his erection. I earned myself a groan from him when I passed it by, but I ignored him.
I didn’t think we were only doing this to distract him from whatever shit had gone down, but I hoped that it was distracting him. I wanted him here, with me, right now. I didn’t want his mind wandering off, and this was the best way I knew to do it.
My fingers itched to touch his cock, but I kept them back for now. When I had caressed every part of his body I could reach, my hands traveled farther down.
“Sit up for a second,” I said, then slid out from underneath him as soon as he moved to comply. I dropped to my knees and wedged my shoulders between his legs, looking up into those smoldering eyes. “This okay?”
He barked out a disbelieving sound. “Do you really need to ask me that?”
Allowing my eyes to drop to his magnificent dick, I decided it looked perfectly happy to have me there. It was even leaking a little tear of joy. Or at least, I hoped it was joy.
Screw it. It’s joy.
Lincoln snorted when a wide grin spread across my lips. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Because I’ve never been face to face with this guy before. I think we’re going to be great friends.”
He opened his mouth, presumably with a smart-ass reply, but he cut himself off with a sharp inhale when I moved my hands to the insides of his thighs and massaged the skin there. Groans and gasps fell out of him, and I relished every single one of them.
It was still hard to believe that I could affect Lincoln this way. The guy was the real life equivalent of a superhero to many. Aside from what my dad had said about him, I’d asked around.
Lincoln was something of a legend, a leader who was revered by his teammates, who never got overwhelmed by the situation, and who always had everything under control.
Yet he was also my Lincoln. The man who had given me that kiss earlier, the one sitting in front of me with his throat working and his muscles tight with restraint. Knowing that he was both those people but that I was the only one who got to see him like this for now was a heady feeling.