I just had no idea it would be me.
CHAPTER TWENTY
WILLA
After Lincoln slantedhis mouth against mine, deepening the kiss enough to make my clit throb, I snapped, suddenly, overwhelmingly needingmore.
I gripped his shoulders, hooking a leg over his hip like I could climb right up his body. Like maybe being closer would settle this hum burning under my skin.
“Jesus, Willa.” He anchored a hand beneath my thigh and held me there. “Your back…”
“Is fine,” I murmured against his mouth, my hands tight around his neck. “Just don’t stop.”
He didn’t. Instead, he groaned and lifted me like I weighed nothing. Like carrying me,handlingme, was second nature for him.
And through it all, he didn’t let up. His kisses were intoxicating in a way I was tired of fighting. Really, what was the big deal if I liked kissing my fake husband? What was so bad about wanting to grind my pussy against him? About satisfying this need inside me that I couldn’t ever achieve with anyone else?
With my ass cupped in his hands, he walked over and sank down into one of the armchairs. He leaned back, his thighsspread, his body a solid wall of muscle beneath me. I settled on top of him, my legs straddling his, and whimpered when the head of his cock brushed against my clit just right.
“Willa,” he growled, rough and needy. He clenched his hands against my hips, whether to hold me still or guide me over him, I didn’t know. “You said just kissing. Nothing more.”
I froze for half a second, the pounding of my heart and my clit overriding common sense. Overriding every ounce of self-preservation I had. “I changed my mind.”
He stared at me for long moments, his gaze sweeping over me in a way that felt filthier than anyone’s touch ever had. Finally, he swore under his breath and lifted his hands from my body to settle them on the arms of the chair instead. His eyes were heavy lidded, his pupils blown wide as he stared at me.
“You made me promise, hellcat. Made me swear I couldn’t charm your panties off.”
“You’re not charming me,” I said, desperate now. I didn’t think I’d ever felt so hot…soneedy…in my entire life. “Just touch me.”
“That’s what you want?”
“I just told you it was. Don’t make me beg for it.”
“You want my hands on you? You want my mouth? Want me to flip you over and fuck that attitude you love to give me so damn much straight out of you?”
I couldn’t hope to hold back a whimper or my frantic nod as I envisioned each of those scenarios. Who the hellwasthis man? And why the hell did I like him so much?
Lincoln leaned in, close enough that he caught my bottom lip with his teeth and tugged. “Tough shit. You already set the rules, Willa. And now we’re gonna play by them.”
Groaning, I closed my eyes, gripping his shoulders tightly as I rocked over him again, my entire body shaking with need.
“You’re being a jackass,” I said a lot breathier than I intended.
“And you’re being a brat. I gave you a promise, and I’m going to keep it.”
“I hate you for this,” I said, though it came out sounding a hell of a lot like,make me come.
“I tell you what, wife.” He leaned back, arms spread, looking like a damn king, all cocky and sure, and I hated how much I loved it.
“What?”
He glanced between us, his jaw ticking. His attention was locked on where I was grinding against him, my shorts already dark with my arousal. “If you still want it when the front of my sweats aren’t wet from your sweet little pussy, I’ll give it to you. Whatever you want, whenever you want it. But right now, you’re gonna take what you need from me.”
It was so goddamn tempting. Especially when I felt like I was burning up from the inside out. Like I was finally on the precipice of something that had always been just out of reach.
But I couldn’t…could I?
This was Lincoln, the man who’d been a burr in my side for more than a decade. The pain in the ass I usually couldn’t get away from fast enough. I shifted in his lap, ready to climb off and scurry my way upstairs because this was absolute madness. But his cock settled right between my pussy lips, and I gasped as he dropped his head back on a groan.
