And that was it—a spark to the gasoline that we’d been soaking in for days…weeks.
Years.
There was nothing gentle about this kiss. It was hunger and want and years of built-up tension finally detonating. He kissed me like he had something to prove, and every bite to my lip was a promise, every stroke of his tongue a declaration. I moaned into him, furious with how much I needed this—neededhim.
No more waiting. No more holding back.
I growled—actually growled—grabbed the front of his shirt, and shoved him against the counter. Tired of playing this game.
The smug bastard just laughed against my lips. “You gonna punish me, wife?”
“Shut. Up.” I yanked his T-shirt, tugging it up and off like it was solely responsible for all my sexual frustration, before dragging his mouth back to mine.
He kissed me back just as hard—openmouthed, desperate.Real.
There was no pretending now. No faking. No acting. Because this wasn’t about the marriage.
This was about Lincoln and me and this burning need that had been smoldering between us for years. The one I’d ignored. The one I’d lied to myself about.
The one here to finally demand the oxygen we’d been denying it for years.
Our clothes hit the floor like falling sparks, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. I wanted him to take me right here, right now. Against the wall, bent over the island. Hell, right on the hardwood floor. I didn’t care how uncomfortable it was or how much I’d inevitably pay for it later.
I just needed him immediately.
Before I could climb straight up his body, he lifted me into his arms, his fingers digging into my ass, his mouth still hungry on mine. I didn’t know where he was taking me, but I didn’t care. Not when I could feel him, hot and hard right where I needed him.
I rolled my hips, dragging a groan from his throat. One second, we were upright, and the next, I was flat on my back, the mattress soft beneath me with Lincoln braced above.
“What—”
“I didn’t want to fuck up your back if you had to stand there too long.” He sank to the floor next to the bed and slid his hands up my inner thighs, spreading me wide for his greedy gaze. “And I’m not getting off my knees any time soon. This pretty little cuntgot her first taste of worship, and now she’s gonna learn what being spoiled really means.”
I exhaled a shaky breath, and then he was there, licking a path through my slit and groaning into my flesh like he’d been starved for his favorite meal. Dropping my head back, I moaned to the ceiling, my thighs already trembling.
“Been dreaming about this sweet pussy since my last taste,” he rasped, brushing his lips against my clit before sucking it into his mouth. “Can’t even go a single goddamn night without waking up hard as a fucking rock, thinking about the sounds you made when you came on my face.”
“God, Lincoln?—”
He licked a path through my pussy, slow and deliberate. Memorizing me.Savoringme. He flattened his tongue against my clit, letting loose a low groan like the taste of me short-circuited his brain. And I couldn’t say I was faring much better. Not when his mouth was this good, his attention this focused.
With one hand anchored on my thigh, he splayed me wide, and he slid his other hand under me to grip my ass. Tilting me just how he wanted. Driving me wild with every flick and stroke of his tongue, with every hum vibrating against my skin.
“You gonna try to tell me it’s not real while my tongue’s on your pussy?” He licked me again, slower this time, his eyes locked on mine from his perch between my spread thighs. “Gonna try to lie to me again while your cunt’s dripping down my chin?”
God.God.
I couldn’t think. Could barely breathe as I stared down at him. He looked so fucking hot like this—his eyes dark and feral, cheeks flushed, hair a mess from my fingers, the bottom half of his face wet from what he was doing to me.
“You think anyone else could make you feel this good? Could lick your pussy this well?” His voice was low…rough…paired with an edge of something I couldn’t quite name.
I wasn’t sure if he wanted or even needed an answer, but I gave him one anyway, shaking my head quickly as I curled my fingers in the sheets just to anchor myself to earth. To stop myself from floating away thanks to the pleasure he was stoking inside me.
“That’s right,” he said, nothing but pure male satisfaction in his tone. “I eat this perfect cunt like I’m hungry for it, don’t I, hellcat? Because I am. I’ve been fuckingstarvingfor it.”
And then he was done playing with his meal. He gripped the backs of my thighs, pushed my legs toward my chest, and buried his face against my pussy.
A constant stream of moans and unintelligible sounds left my throat as he licked broad, possessive strokes through my slit. Teased my entrance with a finger before sinking one, then two, deep inside me. Flattened his tongue and dragged it from my entrance to my clit before sucking hard enough to make me cry out, my entire body seizing in pleasure.
