Lincoln laughed, his breath scattering across my neck as he leaned forward and pressed a single kiss to my pulse point. Slowly, so slowly, his hands crawled up my legs, kneading my muscles with measured, deliberate strokes. “You want me to show you how badly I want you?”
I let my head fall back as he peppered open-mouthed kisses along my neck. Good god, I was putty in his damn hands, ready to be molded to his liking. “Yes,” I breathed, wrapping my hands around his neck. “That might do the trick.”
He pulled back, placing a hand in the center of my chest before gently pushing me back. I went without question, watching with rapt attention as his fingers found the button of my jeans. As he tugged down the zipper, he sank into the chair before me. “Lift your hips, darlin’. Let me see what’s mine.”
“What’s yours?” I asked, raising a brow but complying anyway.
He paused, lips pursing before he answered. “For tonight. You’re mine for tonight.”
“It’s technically the morning?—”
But my words cut off as he threw my pants on the ground and placed an achingly tender kiss along my panty-clad pussy. “You’re soaked, darlin’,” he groaned, meeting my gaze. “This all because of me?”
I nodded, unable to speak as he let his tongue run across the saturated fabric. Usually, I would’ve been embarrassed. I’d been on the road all day and had to settle for an ‘essentials only’ bath in the bar restroom hours ago.
And no, I didn’t do it for him or because I thought anything would happen between us—that would’ve been crazy.
At least, that’s what I tried to convince myself of.
Lincoln pulled the fabric aside, pausing only for a moment togauge my reaction. When I didn’t object, he dove forward like a man on a mission. He licked and sucked and devoured my pussy, rarely coming up for air until I thought he may suffocate himself.
My hands raked through his hair, discarding the backward baseball cap on the floor with the rest of our clothes. I’d never had anyone taste me so reverently, so full of passion. This man didn’t know me, and I didn’t know him, but our bodies acted of their own accord. Somehow, they understood what the other needed before we could register it ourselves.
I knew only one thing for sure: I never wanted him to stop.
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I’d never consideredmyself a smart man. I’d made a lot of mistakes and fucked up more times than I could count, but the smartest thing I’d ever done was kiss the beautiful dark-haired tornado that swept into my bar.
Not only had it been the best kiss I’d ever experienced, but I’d be playing the sound of her sweet little whimpers on repeat for the rest of my life. I wanted to record them, to memorize the feel of her skin. I wanted to immortalize her beauty and capture our moment of need. One day, years from now, I could replay it when I was nothing more than an aging man with a fading memory and my hand wrapped around my cock.
And as I stared up at her stormcloud eyes from between her parted legs, I silently thanked whatever universal force drove her into my arms.
She tasted like liquor and temptation, like sin wrapped in a perfect silky bow. My fingers dug into her thighs, reveling in the way she gripped my hair and tugged as I drug the pad of my tongue over the seam of her pussy.
“Lincoln,” she breathed, tightening her hold as I brought myfinger up and played with her entrance. I liked when she said my name. Liked it even more that she was begging for pleasure only I could give. “More.”
I chuckled, pressing a kiss to her thigh as I pulled back. “Greedy girl. Give me a letter first.”
She lifted her head, staring at me like I’d suddenly grown two heads. “The fuck do you mean?”
I shrugged. She’d made it clear she didn’t want to just give me her name. I may not have known her reasoning, but I’d play her games so long as I got what I wanted. “You told me to get creative, so give me the first letter of your name, and I’ll give you what you want.” Without waiting, I slowly slipped my finger inside of her, relishing in the way she gasped as I pushed inside.
The sounds she made…God, they were fucking addicting. If I hadn’t already been sporting an erection, hearing the noises that left her lips would have done it.
“J,” she said without hesitation, laying back against the old wooden table with a thud. She let me play her body like an instrument, and I, like the bastard I was, greedily took anything she gave me. I could’ve pushed for more, but I liked the idea of withholding her orgasm the way she’d withheld her name.
Tit for tat, right?
“Let’s go for letter two, then,” I said, pressing my thumb against her clit. My other arm remained firmly in place—wrapped around her soft thigh with my hand resting atop her belly.
She didn’t say anything as I dipped my head between her legs once more. I’d gone easy on her before, not knowing what she liked or how rough she wanted me to be, but I was done waiting.
I dipped my head back to her center, sucking her clit into my mouth and curling my finger inside her. As she cried out, I let my tongue roam across her pussy, making a mental note of every little sound she made and what I did to cause it.
It didn’t take long before her hands found their way back intomy hair, pulling me closer and wrapping her shaking legs firmly around my head so I could barely breathe. I didn’t care. I’d gladly die with my head between her thighs.
