I tug her closer, until we're sharing the same sliver of air. "Close your eyes."
"Why?"
I smile at her suspicious tone. "Because I'm going to make you the center of my universe for a little while, and you're going to sit back and enjoy it."
Her gaze flickers across my face, her eyes wide. "There are windows."
"Not by that couch I've been fantasizing about bending you over."
Her eyes immediately flicker in that direction, her cheeks flushing. "It is a nice couch."
"It'd look even better with you draped over it."
She groans softly, and that needy sound does it for me.
I growl wordlessly, my lips crashing into hers. She tastes like chocolate from the milkshake she drank, that and something that's all her. I haul her closer, my tongue flicking at the seam of her lips until she opens for me, letting me in.
There is no such thing as slow when she's pressed to me, her tits crushed against my chest, and her hands in my hair. I devour her mouth, licking inside to steal her taste and her breath. My hands run down her sides and then up, then back down to her perfect ass. It looks incredible in her dress. It feels even better beneath my greedy hands.
We stumble across the store toward the sofa, tripping all over one another and the bookshelves. Books fall around us, a wreck of romance and spicy scenes that don't even compare to the feelings boiling through me right now.
"Lincoln," she whimpers against my lips, shuddering in my arms.
I spin her around, anchoring her back to my chest as my hands glide up her body. She moans, arching into me when I palm her breasts. I nip the side of her throat, right where her pulse races beneath her ear. She smells so fucking good right here—like orange blossoms and vanilla.
"I want you naked, sweetness."
"Yes," she whispers, her head falling back against my chest.
I don't strip her immediately. Instead, I play with her tits, pinching and tweaking her nipples until she's shifting restlessly, her ass grinding against my cock like she can't stay still.
When she's panting my name, I slide my hands lower, grabbing the hem of her dress. I work it up her body slowly, taking my sweet time unwrapping her. My knuckles glide along her soft skin, making her shiver.
"I love how responsive you are," I murmur, nuzzling her throat. "And how soft. It's sexy as hell, Lilah."
She groans softly.
I tug the dress off over her head, letting it fall to the floor. And then my hands are on her again, skin to skin. She's soft everywhere, and so damn smooth. I think I could touch her for hours and not grow bored. Every part of her is fascinating—like the little lines on her thighs and belly, and the way she quivers when I stroke her waist.
I tug the cups of her bra down, pinching her nipples.
Her soft cry echoes around the store, making my dick throb. Christ, there's no sweeter sound than her moaning for me.
One hand drifts lower, down her belly, and into her panties.
"Goddamn," I groan, biting the side of her throat when I feel how wet she is already. She's soaked clean through her panties. "You're so greedy for it, sweetness."
"I know," she pants, squirming against me. "Please."
I part her slit with a knuckle, pressing my thumb to her clit. She feels so fucking good against me. I might not survive this. Not when she's as sweet as she is. Not when she's as wet as she is. Not when I want her this badly.
"Spread your legs, sweetness. Give me room to work," I murmur, grinding my thumb against her clit while circling her opening with one finger. She obeys instantly, sliding her legs apart.
I reward her by sinking my finger into her.
Her pussy clenches around it, and she cries out.
"Goddamn, I love that sound, Lilah. Keep making it for me," I growl, adding another finger. I pump them in and out, twisting and scissoring them, trying to drive her wild. I want her coming nonstop tonight, so she doesn't have time to think or do anything other than enjoy.
