Chapter 25
TWENTY-FIVE
The slowness of his steps,from my room to his, commands my complete attention. He doesn’t even shut the door before he walks straight across to his bathroom, slips off his shirt, then heads in a bit farther to turn on the shower.
When he walks back toward the entrance to the bathroom, I fully expect him to catch me staring and slam the door shut, but he turns back to the mirror instead. He presses his hands into the edge of the counter, flexing his triceps and biceps and whatever other muscles that make up his masterpiece of a body. Even his back muscles expand in response to the way he’s gripping the counter. Then he rolls his neck.
It’s almost as if he’s in deep thought. Or maybe he’s just waiting for me. My heartbeat accelerates. As much as I try to convince myself it’s all innocent, all I see is a slow striptease right in my line of sight.
It feels like an out-of-body experience, setting my book aside and swinging my bare feet to the wood floor. As I pad over to the door, I find him in the same position in front of the mirror, head down and jaw clenched. I haven’t even considered the amount of stress he’s been under, taking care of Lucy and Francine—and now me. Not to mention the number of clients he sees daily who pour out their hearts and deep, dark confessions to him. I don’t know how he does it.
The hallway floor creaks, announcing my steps, making my heart thump even harder in my chest. Lincoln’s house is so quiet. I’m starkly aware of the fact that Lucy is in the room down the hall while Francine is next door in the guesthouse.
When I enter Lincoln’s bedroom for the first time, I shut the door behind me, far too nervous that Lucy might wake up and find me creeping into her father’s bedroom.
I take a long, deep breath to clear the jitters, but it doesn’t help. So I take the opportunity to scan his room for anything exciting. Porn on the nightstand? Nope. Women’s underwear? Definitely not. Unmade bed? Not a chance. Dirty clothes strewn about the room? Never.
In fact, his room is rather boring. Besides the gold-post king-sized bed, the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the corner, and the long dresser, there’s absolutely nothing to the room. No decor, no personality. It’s like… a hotel room, at best. Nothing gives any indication that the Reeds are planning to stick around Bryson City.
I realize quickly that my rambling thoughts are a distraction to the mission at hand. Looking back toward the bathroom, Lincoln is still standing there, his back turned to me, his palms clutching the edge of the counter, but his eyes have shifted. Now, they’re bold and blazing and focused on me.
Stopping in my tracks, I suck in a breath, but my hesitation only lasts a second. I’ve made it this far—I’m not stopping now. After taking another step forward, then another, then several more, I’m standing directly behind him and slipping my arms around his waist.
He groans. “It’s about damn time you took a hint.”
I smile and press my cheek into his back while letting my hands roam the terrain of his chest. “Is that what that was? I thought you just forgot to close your bedroom door before you started stripping for me.”
He chuckles and places his hands over mine. “I didn’t know how you’d feel about joining me for a shower.”
“Then you should have asked.”
He grips both my hands and moves them slowly down his chest. “But this was so much more fun. Now I know how desperate you are for me,” he teases, bringing my hands to his washboard abs.
“That or I just wanted an excuse to check out your room.”
“Oh yeah?” Lincoln chuckles. “And what have you found?”
My hands move perilously close to the elastic of his boxer briefs. “Your lack of decor, for one.”
“Interior design isn’t my thing. There’s still a pile of unopened boxes in the garage too. I’ll get to them one day.” He smiles at me in the mirror, making me completely forget why I even noticed that his room looks less lived in than most vacation homes. Instead, I focus on the fact that he’s just removed one of his hands from mine while slipping the other beneath his underwear.
He lifts his brows as if challenging me to take hold of him. “You want to know what I think?”
I nod, too nervous to speak with my heart practically beating inside my throat.
“I think you missed my cock.” His raspy tone vibrates throughout my body as he pulls my hand down even farther and molds my fingers around his erection. “He missed you too.”
My body shudders at the memory of his thick length sliding into me and the effort it took for my body to accept something of that magnitude—entering me, fucking me, owning me.
Lincoln’s palms move back to the counter while I give in to the feel of him, appreciating his shaft with each long stroke, memorizing every ridge and contour like I might need to identify it by touch alone someday.
A moan tears from his throat. “If you had any fucking clue what you do to me.” He spins around, sliding my hand from his boxer briefs, and he presses my belly against the counter. He takes hold of my chin and turns me so I’m staring back at him over my shoulder, then he crushes my lips with his.
As powerful and commanding as the kiss feels, there’s a sweetness to it as well. Like every touch between us is careful not to cross some invisible line. Like he’s holding back—but why?
When he slips a hand beneath my shirt and up to my bare breast, my negative thoughts flutter away.
His kiss engulfs me, his cock pressing insistently between my clothed ass cheeks as he takes a handful of my breast and squeezes. When his mouth slips from mine and he buries his sexy mouth in the crook of my neck, a pulse of electricity hums through my body.
“You smell so sweet,” he murmurs. “Sweet, sweet Evie.” His free hand slips beneath my shorts and panties, all the way down to the wet evidence of my arousal. “I love that this is all for me.” He sweeps a finger into my slit then immediately attacks my clit, teasing the bundle of nerves in a slow and steady circle.
It’s me who’s gripping the counter now, my focus bouncing back and forth between Lincoln’s tongue and mouth kissing every inch of skin he can find and his hand in my shorts playing with me. He curses as his knuckle gets caught on the fabric of my panties, causing him to yank out his hand and immediately begin sliding off my clothes.
He whips off my shorts and panties first, followed by my shirt, then takes a long, thorough look at my reflection. He gazes at my naked breasts, his eyes dilating at the sight. His hands follow suit, the pad of one thumb brushing over one nipple before circling my sensitive peak while his other hand slips back down to tend to my pussy. Somehow, he knows just the right amount of pressure to make my eyes roll into the back of my head. Fuck.
My entire body is reacting to the way this man is touching me, teasing me. My legs quake, and my abs clench, all in preparation for an epic release. But just when I think my orgasm is building to release, Lincoln’s hands slide down my body, until he’s kneeling on the floor behind me.
Rough hands grip the backs of my thighs, wedging them apart. My eyes shoot open when I feel his wet tongue curl beneath my slit. With a single swipe, Lincoln licks me from clit to ass, a growl rumbling through him so intense that I can feel the vibration.
“Holy shit, Linc.” I brace myself on the counter, knowing nothing can prepare me for what he’s about to do. “More,” I beg.
Hands slide up my thighs to my ass cheeks. He spreads me so quickly that my eyes fly open at my reflection. My cheeks are stained red, my nipples so hard and tight they’re aching for more of his touch. Then he tongues me again, this time tracing the outline of my pussy and ass, teasing each hole that he wants to drive his shaft into.
I press myself down onto the counter, cheek down, breasts flattened, then I lift my hips and move them against his face, needy for more. Two fingers plunge into my center, shocking my system as much as they turn me on. He pulls back just as quickly, then he stands, towering over me with his chest heaving and his mouth glistening with my juices.
I’m not sure if I should be afraid or aroused by the determination on Lincoln’s face. He takes his cock in his hands and strokes it slowly while slipping it between my ass cheeks then teasing my entrance and ass, like he’s not sure which one to push into. In this moment, my entire body flushed with excitement, I don’t even care.
I watch in the mirror as his teeth sink deep into his bottom lip, then he settles on my entrance. He holds himself there for another minute while he strokes himself slowly, preparing himself for the hole he could barely squeeze into last time.
My stomach tightens, my center clenches, and I brace myself for the incoming bite of pain before the pleasure completely takes over. The anticipation is driving me mad. But I don’t have to wait much longer. A second later, Lincoln’s snaking one hand around my stomach to lift me, then he lines up his shaft and pushes inside.
“So fucking tight,” he grits out, eyes rolling back in his head.
Unlike the first time, Lincoln doesn’t stop to ease in and out of me. He takes one long dive down to the depths of my core, and he doesn’t stop until we’re locked together, base to base. From his wide-eyed expression, he’s almost as shocked as I am.
“Are you okay?” His words are breathless as his cock twitches inside me, desperate for friction.
“Better than okay,” I gasp, watching his expression transform from that of a concerned gentleman to a monstrous god of a man about to destroy me with the one-eyed beast between his legs.
I’m so ready.
The corners of his lips curl up, and he slides an arm up my stomach then crosses it over my breasts, hooking me to him. He lifts me so I’m standing as straight as I possibly can, my back arching past anything I knew I was capable of. His other arm slides around my middle. It’s like he’s fastening me to him so that he can have full control of our movements.
He moves his hips back then forward, driving in and out of me a few times before the real intensity begins. Soon enough, he’s drilling into me from behind, fucking me so fast and hard that I know if it weren’t for his embrace, I’d be bucked into oblivion.
His cheek moves to mine as the hand securing my breasts moves up to my neck. It’s such a subtle move that I barely notice it until I’m locking eyes with his darkened gaze in the mirror, and I realize there’s a wild side to this man that transcends anything I’ve ever experienced before.
Beads of sweat begin to escape my pores. My breathing becomes labored, my limbs weakening by the second. As secure as Lincoln is making me feel, it takes every ounce of energy to keep me from turning into the rag doll I could so easily become.
Fuck this man. Fuck what he’s done to me. And fuck him for making me love every dark moment like it’s the brightest light in my universe.
“Linc,” I warn in nothing more than a whispered rasp. “I’m going to come.”
“I can’t fucking wait,” he growls, then he buries himself deeper inside me with his next thrust, quickening his movements until I’m nearly blinded by the force of him.
My orgasm spirals out of me from so deep that I swear every nerve ending in my body comes alive. Lincoln doesn’t stop moving, making my orgasm last forever. By the time my brain is in a fog and my entire body is completely spent, he’s still going, thrusting deeply, unrelenting as he brings himself closer to the edge.
When he yanks himself out and spins me around, I nearly drop to the floor with exhaustion, but Linc is right there to catch me. He lifts me onto the counter, spreads me wide, then buries his cock inside me again. With his arms locked around me and mouth locked against mine, he fucks me, this time at a much slower pace as his orgasm finally peaks. He erupts, warm fluids filling me, his grunts and groans pleasing my ears until there’s nothing left for him to give.
Even when he’s done and his muscles begin to quiver, he doesn’t pull himself from me. Instead, he presses his lips to mine, kissing me like he never wants to let me go. All I can do is silently beg that he never will.