Chapter 21
Chapter Twenty-One
In that hazy, gray plane between consciousness and dreaming, Britt rolled over and snuggled into her pillow. It was downy soft and smelled… Mmm, it smelled like Linc.
Linc.
Even thinking his name made her blush. Her imagination deserved an Oscar for best screenplay because oh mylanta the things her brain had come up with! Lincoln Pierce as a hot as fuck, bossy, demanding lover? Yes, please!
She stretched.
Sighed.
Blinked her eyes open.
Saw Linc smiling down at her.
Wait.
You make me lose my mind too.
She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes.
Tell me what you want.
I want you, Linc.
How? My hand? My mouth? Or my cock?
“Welcome back, sleepyhead.”
Britt shot upright, her head colliding with Linc’s on the way up.
“Ow!”
“Shit!”
Propped up on one elbow, she pressed a hand to her aching forehead. “I’m sorry. Are you okay?
“Are you okay?” Linc asked at the same time, before shifting his jaw back and forth, like he was testing if it still worked.
“I’m fine,” they said in unison.
That made her giggle… until she looked up and their gazes collided. Linc was sitting on the edge of the mattress, silently studying her features like she was a piece of artwork in the Louvre.
This is awkward.
It was awkward, right?
Lying in his bed after he’d made her come three times without even removing her dress was awkward. Wasn’t it?
Oh, God, he made me come three times!
That was awkward.
Right?
Her thoughts fizzled out when Linc captured her lips in the sweetest, softest kiss.
It was virginal, really. She sank back into the pillow, his hands braced on either side of her head.
He wasn’t touching her anywhere aside from her lips.
Literally, only her lips. He didn’t dip his tongue into her mouth.
Didn’t run a hand down her arm, over her hip, between her thighs.
He simply kissed her and effortlessly turned her into a writhing, whimpering mess with only. His. Lips.
She was just about to reach up and grab his hair, pull him down, and force him to deepen the kiss the way she craved when he sat back and grinned.
“Hi.”
“Hi.”
“You looked like you were getting a little embarrassed, and we can’t have that.”
Am I that obvious?
“We can’t?”
“Nope.”
“Why not?”
He licked his lips. “Because I’ll never forgive myself if I don’t get to see you fall apart while I’m buried inside you.”
Holy shit!
“You don’t want me to hate myself, do you, Zana?” He leaned down to kiss her, pausing when his mouth was a fraction above hers. He must have brushed his teeth while she was in la la land because his breath smelled minty.
She was so worked up, her brain had apparently forgotten how to form sentences.
“Do you?”
Was it possible to come without someone physically touching you? Because when his warm breath whispered against her lips, swear to God, she almost did.
What the hell’s he doing to me?
“N-no,” she finally managed to stammer. Since when did her voice sound so raspy? “I don’t.”
“Always so compassionate.” He brushed his lips across hers. “While I’m the selfish bastard who’d kill to fuck you.”
She couldn’t take any more. Grabbing the back of his neck, she pulled his mouth down to hers. She nearly wept when he thrust his tongue inside and proceeded to kiss the ever-loving shit out of her.
When he moved a hand to her breast, she gasped. “Do it.”
Linc moved over her while he brushed a thumb across her nipple. “Do what, Zan?” He kissed the sensitive spot below her ear.
“Fuck me. Make me come. Please, Linc.”
“Jesus.” Supporting himself on his forearms, Linc nudged Britt’s legs apart with a knee and settled between them. He tilted his hips and moved against her, lowering his head to claim her lips in a kiss that decimated her defenses. She’d lost control of her senses. Right now, Linc owned all of her.
Moaning into his mouth, she threaded her arms under his and slid her hands up to his shoulder blades. A little while ago she was whining about being broken, and now she was matching the thrusts of his tongue stroke for stroke and lifting her hips to meet his.
Shifting his weight, Linc pushed the spaghetti strap off her shoulder, pulling the front of her dress down far enough to expose her breast.
“No bra, Zana?” Her answer was a moan when he brushed his thumb across her nipple. When it immediately stiffened under his touch, he smiled before pulling down the other side of her dress.
She’d always wished her breasts were larger.
Unfortunately, being built more like a dancer than a pin-up model like Emery, she’d been cursed with B cups.
But the way Linc was looking at them now, like they were a perfect treat he wanted to taste, made her forget she’d always wished they were bigger.
He drew one rosy nipple into the warmth of his mouth and swirled his tongue around it, coaxing a sigh from her lips.
“Linc.”
“You like that?”
“Yes.”
“How ’bout this?” He bit down softly on one nipple, then sucked while he rolled the other between his fingers.
She gasped, arching her back. “God, yes.”
He lavished attention on both of her breasts until her breath started to stutter.
“We need to take this dress off. Now.” He sat back on his knees and tugged the material over her hips and down her long legs. “Damn, you’re even more beautiful than I imagined. And, believe me, my imagination’s been working overtime.”
“It has?” She bit her lip when he nodded.
“Yup.” He ran a hand up the inside of her leg, grinning when goosebumps erupted in its wake. “Since the day I met you.” When her eyes widened, he added, “Don’t look so surprised, Zan. You’re gorgeous.”
“Linc, I…” Her words died on a sharp gasp when he pushed two fingers inside her.
“Damn, baby, you’re still dripping for me.” When he pressed his thumb against her clit, she mewled. “Your clit sensitive?”
“A little,” she confessed. “It has gotten more attention in the last half hour than it has in months, so...”
Possessive. That was the only way to describe the smile that overtook his features, which made no sense at all. Why would Linc be possessive of her?
Lessening the pressure of his thumb, he switched to feather-light strokes. “That’s not entirely true,” he corrected, fucking her slowly with his fingers. “I’m sure it got lots of attention on our wedding night.”
Her eyes locked on his. “You remember?”
“Some. Not nearly enough.” He curled a finger, coaxing a gasp from her lips. “Do you remember?”
She felt her face flush. “Some.”
Was it hypocritical to be blushing about something that had happened in the past when she was shamelessly arching against his hand while he fingered her now? Did she care?
“I know for a fact there’s no scenario where I could’ve been naked in the same bed with you and not have fucked you.” He groaned when her walls clenched around his fingers in response to that comment. He removed his fingers and sucked them clean.
Why was watching him taste her so freaking hot?
“I need to be inside you.” Linc reached behind his head and pulled his T-shirt off in one quick move.
Did guys go to school to learn to do that? Hot Guy Moves 101?
From the way his clothes fit, she’d known he was in good shape. She had not, however, expected washboard abs. Did he do crunches between songs at the radio station or something?
Sliding off the bed, he started to undo his jeans.
She pushed up on her elbows to watch him. Maybe she should feel embarrassed lying fully exposed in front of him while unapologetically gawking at him as he stripped, but she was too aroused to care.
He shucked off his jeans and jockey shorts in record time, grinning when her eyes immediately locked on his hard cock. “Like what you see, Zan?”
She licked her lips. “You’re, um…very…”
“Very…?” He smirked, waiting for her to finish.
“Huge,” she confessed. “I was going to say big, but that doesn’t quite fit.”
“Oh, it’ll fit.” He pulled a condom out of his nightstand drawer and ripped it open with his teeth. “You’re going to take all of me, Zan. Every last inch.” He smoothed the condom over his throbbing dick.
She wet her lips again, laughing nervously as she watched his every move. “Well, you must be a magician, then, because...” She went completely silent when he got back onto the bed and moved between her thighs.
“Just so you know…” He positioned himself at her entrance. “I’m going to fuck my wife now.”
Wife. Just hearing him call her that made her body light up like a lightning bug.
She dragged her teeth across her bottom lip. “Yes, please.”
“Again with the please.” His grin morphed into awestruck as he pushed into her slowly. “Fuck, you’re so tight. You’re squeezing my cock like a goddamn vice.”
“Linc,” she panted, literally panted out his name.
“You feel so damn good.” Dipping his head, he watched her pussy stretch around his girth. “Look at how well you’re taking my cock, Zan.”
She made a needy little sound in the back of her throat. “You are a magician.”
He kissed her nose. “Baby, we’re not done yet.”
She gasped when he sank in a little further. “Oh, shit.”
“Almost there.”
“Almost?” Eyes wide, she shook her head. She’d never felt so full in her life and there was more?
“You can take it.” Threading his fingers through hers, he pushed her hands above her head, then leaned down until his hot breath ghosted against her ear. “You’re going to take all of me, like a good girl,” he told her, sliding further into her heat. “You were made for me, Zan.”
“You’re… I’ve never…”
He pulled out a little, then thrust back in.
“Oh, my God.”
“Still good?” he asked through clenched teeth, as if the feel of being inside her was making him crazed.
She nodded. “So good.”
Kissing her deeply, he released her hands. “Hold onto me,” he ordered, pulling out until only the very tip of his cock remained inside her. “This is the part where I make my wife scream.” With a punch of his hips, he sank all the way home.