He huffed out a laugh, his warm breath sweeping across my mouth as he slid his hand around to cup the back of my neck. Hegripped my hip with the other, his thumb rubbing a featherlight and maddening path over my soft belly.
The world narrowed to the minuscule space between us, to every part of my body connected with his, and suddenly, I couldn’t breathe. Especially when he lowered his head toward me and pressed his lips against mine.
The kiss was soft at first. Tentative. Just a brush of skin on skin.
At least until I exhaled and melted into him, instinctually swiping my tongue against his lower lip. That simple move might as well have been a gunshot, because suddenly, it wasn’t just a kiss.
It was a detonation.
Lincoln groaned into my mouth, both of his hands cupping my face as he tilted my head exactly how he wanted it. He deepened the kiss, clutching me to him as if he’d been waiting for this moment for years—for alifetime. He stroked his tongue against mine, scraping his teeth softly over my lower lip before sucking it into his mouth.
And somehow—some-fucking-how—I’d shifted even closer, the front of his shirt now clutched in my hands like it was a lifeline and I was drowning in the middle of the ocean.
I wasn’t so sure that wasn’t actually happening.
How else could I explain this feeling blooming inside me—like gravity disappearing and sweeping me away all at once?
The taste of him, the feel of him… And the sounds he made—all low and rough and uncensored? As if he really, truly wanted what was happening between us and wasn’t afraid to let everyone know how much he was enjoying it. It was all too much.
His reaction to this made my nipples tighten. Made my pussy throb. Both of which were only amplified when he droppedone hand to my lower back, cushioning my body from the unforgiving brick as he pressed himself against me.
His cock was thick and hard and so fucking big.Jesus.
When he finally pulled away minutes or hours later, I had to steady myself with a hand against the wall as I struggled to catch my breath.
My eyelids fluttered open as I took stock of everything. My lips were tingling, my body thrumming with a need I hadn’t felt in far too long—maybe ever—and my mind was focused on one thing and one thing only.
Who the hell knew the jackass Lincoln Steele could kiss like that, and why the fuck had I allowed myself to find out?
This man had been on my shit list for so long, I no longer even remembered the catalyst that had sent us down the path of enemies instead of friends. Only that my disdain for him grew with every year that passed. He was my twin brother’s annoying, irritating, infuriating best friend. The human equivalent of a splinter under my nail.
But my body was still lit up from the inside, all thanks to a measly kiss, and my knees were three seconds away from filing a formal complaint with whoever was in charge of this shitshow.
He stared down at me, his cheeks flushed, his pupils blown wide, his hair mussed from something. Oh mygod, had I dragged my hands through his hair?
Yeah. Yeah, that was exactly what I’d done.
Lincoln’s smile was slow, smug, and stupidly enticing. “Told you.”
“That was—” I cleared the rasp from my voice and tried again. “That was average.”
“Uh-huh.” His grin deepened as he placed his hand on the wall beside my head and leaned down until our lips were millimeters apart. Dropping his voice to a low murmur, he said,“You always try to grind your pussy on the person giving you an ‘average’ kiss?”
Before I could respond with a scathing remark—or by stabbing him with a pen—he stepped back, pulled something from his pocket, and held up two rings tied together with twine.
“Come on, wife.” He grabbed my hand again to tug me along behind him and winked at me over his shoulder. “Let’s go get hitched.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
LINCOLN
Lincoln:
Where are you?
Willa:
Just because you put a ring on it doesn’t mean you get to demand my location any time you want.
