Chapter 26 #2
“Loving baths is not a Southern thing,” she countered, following him.
She hadn’t paid much attention to his room last night.
You know, having been naked and having sex, and all.
Now that she was seeing it while fully clothed and upright, she realized the space was immaculate.
The bed could pass a drill sergeant’s inspection, quarter bounce included.
Linc must have made it while she’d been drying her hair this morning because she didn’t remember him doing it, nor had she noticed.
Everything in the room was in its place.
Literally, there wasn’t a stray sock or speck of dust in sight.
Compared to his, her room looked like a teenager's dorm. It was clean, but even made, her bed was always a little lumpy. That’s where throw pillows were a lifesaver.
Pile enough on top and no one can tell how well your bed is or isn’t made.
She knew for a fact a variety of cookbooks and handwritten recipes she’d been working on were stacked on her dresser, and at least three pairs of shoes littered the floor outside of the closet.
A half-drunk can of Coke was probably on her nightstand without a coaster too.
Oh, and let’s not forget the clean laundry she’d pulled from the dryer and dumped onto the chair in the corner instead of folding it.
Never mind she’d washed it three days ago.
On the bright side, at least it wasn't a pile of dirty clothes for a change.
Ugh. Compared to Linc, she was a bona fide slob.
“You’re right,” he conceded. “It’s a you thing.” He gestured inside the ensuite bathroom. “I know you took a shower this morning, but in case you didn’t notice, the bath is jetted.”
“Fancy.”
“Right?”
And immaculate, like everything else. Not even one blob of dried toothpaste in the sink this morning. She stole a peek. Nope, no toothpaste now either. Who manages that?
“Um, are you sure you don’t want to rescind that invitation?” she asked, studying the shiny porcelain corner tub, trying to think how she could get in and out of it without leaving puddles on the floor.
Linc studied her like a puzzle he couldn’t fit the last piece into. “What’re you talking about?”
She shrugged and spun around, gesturing to the surroundings. “You’re kind of a neat freak, and I’m…”
He stepped into her space. “Too cute for words?” Framing her face with his hands, he softly ran a thumb across her cheekbone. “If it bothers you so much, you can always help me mess it up.”
Britt sighed against his lips when his mouth covered hers. He tasted like the peppermint she’d given him on the drive over here, and something solely Linc.
When he wrapped an arm around her waist, she arched into him. “It would make me feel more comfortable,” she agreed, honestly not giving a damn about the state of his room anymore. Whenever he was this close, her senses were hijacked by pure need.
“I’m all about making you… comfortable.” Without warning, Linc scooped her up and tossed her onto the bed.
She giggled when he pulled off her shoes one by one and haphazardly tossed them over his shoulder.
“Oops.” The KISS FM T-shirt she hadn’t had a chance to change out of yet was next.
It landed on the floor by the wall, followed by the rest of her clothes and his.
“Now,” he rasped, catching her full bottom lip between his teeth and dragging them across it.
“How do you feel about getting really dirty?”
“Yes, please.”
His dark eyes heated ten degrees. “You fucking kill me with the ‘please.’”
“How can I make it up to you?” She reached between them and gripped his cock.
He groaned and thrust into her hand. “That’s one way.”
“Is there anything else I could do?” Licking her lips, she ran her hand up and down his steel length. His eyes locked on hers; she didn’t look away. Linc had proven to be a demanding, yet unselfish lover. Suddenly, she wanted nothing more than for him to be selfish.
“What are you suggesting?”
She pushed his shoulder until he rolled onto his back. While he watched with rapt fascination, she slid off the bed. When she lowered onto her knees and sat back on her heels, hands on her thighs, he swore out loud. She could see the pulse thrumming in his neck, the strain in his body as he sat up.
“If you really want to get dirty,” she said, surprising the hell out of herself at how confident she sounded. “Use me.”
“Holy shit, Zan!” He rubbed a hand along the back of his neck. “I never meant?—”
“I know you didn’t, but I think I’d like it if you did.”
“Jesus.”
She could see him warring with himself. Fighting between what he probably thought he should do and what she was certain he actually wanted to do. What she wanted him to do. In fact, she was getting wetter by the minute just thinking about tasting him, so she played her ace. “Pretty please?”
The sound he made was animalistic. “Fucking hell, every time you say that.”
After not moving for what felt like an eternity, but was probably only ten seconds, he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and stood before slowly stalking toward her.
When he was towering over her, she could see him trembling and how he only managed to draw shallow breaths.
A fine sheen of perspiration highlighted the ridges of his abdomen and muscled lines of his strong thighs. His thick cock jutted out proudly.
She tilted her head back enough to see his face, hoping like hell he could tell how much she wanted this.
“Up on your knees.” His voice was strained, guttural.
Obediently, she pushed off her heels. The new position brought his cock inches from her lips, but she maintained eye contact.
“You really want this?” he asked, sounding like he was at the edge of his restraint.
“Please.”
Her answer made him groan. Grabbing her hair, he wrapped it around his fist. “Pinch my thigh if you need me to stop.”
“I won’t.”
He growled a curse, then gripped his cock. After giving it a tug, he guided the mushroom head to her lips. “Open.” When she did as he asked, he fed his cock into her mouth. The heavy weight slid along her tongue, the salty taste of his precum making her moan. “Fuck, Zan, that feels so good.”
He started to move, holding her hair, but not forcing.
Letting her control the action. It was as if his grip was anchoring him in reality.
Grounding him as she took him deep enough to tap the back of her throat, making her eyes water.
She breathed through her nose and started bobbing.
Taking him as deep as she could without gagging.
Swirling her tongue and swallowing around him as he continued to pump into her.
“God, your mouth.” His fist tightened in her hair when she sucked him to the back of her throat. “Zana.” He did pull her hair this time, holding her back as he withdrew from her mouth, then reached down and pulled her to her feet. “I want to come inside you.”
“Yes, please.”
“You’re killing me.” He was reaching for a condom when her words stopped him.
“I’m on the pill.”
His eyes locked on hers.
“I mean, I’m okay with it.” She’d never offered that before, but she felt the need to be closer, to have that connection. She was clean and she knew he was too. They’d had that discussion when they’d found out they’d had sex in Vegas. “If you wanted to go without.”
“Fuuuck.” The word came out as a pained hiss.
“Your choice.”
He advanced until her back was against the wall. “Like any man could say no to that.”
“Wouldn’t know. You’re the only man I’ve given the option.”
That stopped him dead in his tracks.
Shit, why did I say that? I totally freaked him out.
Instead of running, like she expected him to, he lifted her chin.
His gaze bounced back and forth between her eyes, like he was searching for something in their depths.
After a moment of him studying her, the barest hint of a smile lifted the corner of his mouth.
Then he lowered his head and kissed her…
the softest kiss she’d ever experienced.
His lips brushed across hers like a caress before he pulled back, taking her in as if cataloguing her features.
She couldn’t move; couldn’t look away. She was mesmerized by the tenderness in his gaze. Trapped in a gravitational pull that only Linc possessed.
Then he kissed her again, more firmly this time, but just as sweet.
She felt cherished, worshiped, like she was something precious he didn’t want to lose.
When he lifted and entered her, she nearly broke into tears.
Not because it hurt, but because he handled her with such care.
The feeling of no barriers between them intensified the emotions swirling inside her.
She’d never felt more connected or in sync with another person in her life, and she knew she never would again.
A single tear did finally escape, sliding down her cheek because… this wasn’t just sex. Linc was making love to her.