He glanced at me before dropping his gaze to scan the page. And I knew the second he’d landed on it when his brows flew up.
“Steeleand Bramble?” he asked, his voice gruff.
“It’s not just my dream anymore,” I said. “It’sours.”
Emotion flickered across his face—raw and quiet but so powerful, I had no idea how I’d missed it all this time. Without another word, he reached for the pen and scribbled his name onthe line below mine before signing the bottom. A messy, inky declaration that stole the air from my lungs.
And then he tugged me off the stool, cupped my face, and kissed me. His lips tender but insistent against mine—like it was the first time and the last time and every other time we’d wanted to but didn’t.
When we finally broke apart, he rested his forehead against mine and breathed in deeply. “You sure about this?”
I laughed, watery and wrecked, my chest finally stitching itself back together. “I signed the paperwork, didn’t I?”
He grinned. “Guess that makes it official.”
“Guess it does.”
He kissed me again, like he couldn’t get enough. And truthfully, I couldn’t either. I wasn’t sure I ever would.
Thankfully, I never had to try.
CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
WILLA
I couldn’t tearmyself away from Lincoln. Not when the moment felt this heavy…this inevitable. Not when every molecule in my body yearned for him. Like gravity had a name and it was his.
One minute, we were downstairs, kissing in the kitchen. And the next, he had me spread out on our bed, naked and wanting and staring up at him like he was everything.
To me, he was everything.
“Feels like forever since I’ve been inside you,” he murmured against my skin, kissing a path down my body.
I breathed out a laugh that turned into a moan as he licked one of my nipples before sucking hard. “You were inside me like eight hours ago.”
“A fucking lifetime,” he murmured, dragging his mouth lower. Kissing below my breast, over my stomach, on each hip. Then he settled between my thighs, hooking one leg over his shoulder and licking his lips like he was starving. “But first, I need a reminder of how fucking good my wife tastes.”
With his eyes locked on mine, he licked a slow path straight through my center like he had all the time in the world before flicking my clit at the end. I gasped, reaching downand threading my fingers through his hair, becausefuck. That mouth. I’d never get tired of it. Wanted to feel it every day for the rest of my life.
And I was actually going to get my wish.
He was slow at first. Lazy. He licked me with long, flat strokes of his tongue that made me arch and whimper and whisper his name like a prayer. And every time I shifted, he tightened his grip on me like he didn’t want me going anywhere. Like I belonged to him.
I did. Ibelongedtohim.
“This is mine, Willa,” he murmured between licks. “I’m the first man who’s tasted this sweet little cunt. I’m gonna be the last, too, aren’t I, wife?”
“Oh my god,” I moaned, hips rolling, heat building low in my belly thanks to his words and his touch.
He glanced up at me from between my thighs, his eyes on fire and a wicked smirk curving his lips. “Not god, baby. Just your husband. I’m the only one who knows what you need, isn’t that right?”
“Yes,” I panted.
He slipped two fingers inside me and sucked my clit between his lips, groaning low when I gasped, my hips rocking against his mouth. “So fucking greedy, isn’t she, baby? This pussy wants to come so bad.”
I could only whimper in response, words evading me. I was desperate for it—desperate for the release only he’d been able to coax out of me.
“Relax, hellcat. I always make sure you get there.” He curled his fingers inside me, then met my eyes as he traced slow, lazy circles around my clit. So fucking good but not nearly enough. “I’d stay here all fucking night if that’s what this perfect cunt needs. Hell, I’dlivebetween your thighs if you’d let me.”
