“Now, let’s get you home.” He whispers the words against my mouth.
I sink in my seat and hope he speeds all the way back to Juniper Grove.
Chapter 21
Lincoln
TheurgetogetValerie home as soon as possible is strong, but I still take my time and let the anticipation build.
Instead, I spend some of that time sliding my hand up and down her thigh, dipping under skirt and reaching higher and higher until I can feel her soaked panties. Every so often I’ll dip my finger under the hem and swirl around her clit just to tease her a little.
It works each time by causing her to moan and shift in her seat. She always pushes toward me, like she’s chasing my hand, desperate for more. It’s incredibly sexy.
She perks right up as we reach the exit for Juniper Grove, as does my dick, hardening slightly at the knowledge that I’ll be inside her again very soon. Well, hopefully.
I’m truly not sure if she wants me to stay, if she wants me to come in.
When I walk her to her door, it’s to be a gentleman, not because I’m expecting anything.
But after she unlocks it and swings the door open, she grabs my coat lapels and yanks me to her. I have to catch myself on the doorframe and loop one arm around her waist as I dip her backward and connect my mouth to hers.
I straighten us and keep kissing her as I step closer, kicking the door shut behind me.
My mouth stays glued to hers, my tongue warring with hers for prime real estate. Every step forward I take, she moves backward, but not to get away, to lure me farther and farther into her house.
Hands moving to her blouse, I tear it open, the buttons flying in every direction, pinging off the floor and furniture and anything they can make contact with. It’s a shame, as it’s a nice blouse. Was. Itwasa nice blouse.
She doesn’t seem to mind as she arches toward me, making her seemingly perfect breasts even perkier. Taking a break from the kiss, I glance down and find a lacey black bra. I hope the panties match. I didn’t really get a look earlier.
Before I latch my mouth to hers again, her fingertips dive under the hem of my sweater, lifting it part way up my abs. I reach behind my head and pull it off.
Eyes widening, her fingers graze delicately along my chest and abs. Her tongue darts out of the corner of her mouth. It looks too delicious not to taste again.
With one bent knuckle, I tip her chin up and close my mouth over hers, my hands landing on her hips. I grip them tightly and tug her against my body, my erection pressing into her bare stomach.
My fingers work the zipper on the side of her skirt, and she shimmies so it falls to the floor. Now she’s standing in nothing more than her lacey bra, matching thong, torn black tights, and fuck-me heels.
God, she’s stunning.
Her hands fly to my belt, fumbling for a moment before regaining the ability to move and ripping it through the loops. She drops it with a loud clunk to the floor before pulling me farther into the house. Our clothes leave a clear path from the door toward what I’m assuming is her bedroom.
She moves to kick the heels off.
“No. Leave them.” My voice is gruff, even to myself.
A wide smile spans her face, and I’ve had enough. I undo my pants the rest of the way, leaving them where I stand in the hallway and squat down, wrapping my arms around her knees and lifting her up, hoisting her over my shoulder and smacking her bare ass.
“Where, Val? Tell me where to go so I can fuck you again.”
She points down the hall. “On the left.”
I take wide steps to get there, throwing the door open before dropping her onto the bed. I push hard against her shoulder so she falls back to the bed, and this sexy little minx bites her lip as her hands land firmly on her body and split, one sliding up toward her throat and the other heading down toward her pussy.
With a firm grasp, I readjust myself through my boxer briefs. Then realize there’s no need to stand on ceremony and quickly remove them before giving myself a few rough strokes. But it’s not nearly enough. Now that I’ve been inside of her, nothing will ever be enough again.
Leaning over her, I reach down and tear the tattered pieces of her tights so they’re barely left clinging to her body. I hook my thumbs under her thong and pull it down slowly, kissing down her calf as I remove it.
This time, I plan to savor things, to worship every square inch of her. Which is why I kneel on the floor, hooking her legs over my shoulders, wrap my hands around her thighs, and pull her to me.
