Also, it probably doesn’t help that I’ve been on a stupid dry spell for months now. The guys in this small town bore the hell out of me. I’m tired of the same old shit from the same old losers.
In the past, I’ve been willing to travel beyond the town borders on occasion just to get some wood. But with the cost of gas in this economy?Psht. I’ve recently had to limit my escapades outside of Fairy Bush.
So, there—I’m horny.
But, of all people, Lincoln Raines? I don’t know why, but that man intrigues me. He seems boring as hell himself. All business, all the time. I don’t know—maybe I’m just drawn to a challenge.
Plus, there’s also the fact that I accidentally sent him a match request on a dating app a few months ago. It wastotallyan accident. And the asshole had the nerve to ignore me. How dare he?!
In any case, I’m sick of the way this grouch of a man acts like I’m the scourge of the earth. When he’s not ogling me, he’s glaring at me like I’m the gum on the bottom of his dress shoe. Heck, sometimes he even manages to give me the whole scourge-of-the-earth glarewhileogling me.
I have known Lincoln since I was in elementary school. But we never had any reason to be friends. In fact, I don’t think he ever even noticed me. He was three years ahead of me, after all, so I wasn’t even on his radar.
When Easton got recruited to play professional hockey right at the end of high school, the Raines family packed up their bags and rode off into the sunset. No one even heard from them until Easton got injured last summer and returned to Fairy Bush to heal up. Then all of a sudden the Raines boys were back, and they were everywhere.
And Lincoln Raines has been giving me the stink-eye ever since.
I can admit that he’s a good-looking fucker. All tall and growly andintense.All that thick, wavy hair, never a strand out of place. All those crisp, white, button-down shirts, even on a Saturday night. And those blue, piercing, judgmental eyes.
If we’re being honest, I’ve thought about fucking Lincoln’s brains out on many a night. Just to see that uptight stick in the mud let loose a little.
But I sure never thought I’d downright proposition the man.
The moment the wordskiss meaccidentally fall from my lips, Lincoln’s eyes bug out.
His mouth opens and closes several times before he finds his voice. “You really are crazy.” His eyes harden as he takes a tentative step backward.
I scare him.Good.
A laugh bubbles up. “Me? I’m crazy? You’re the one turning down an innocent little kiss while I can clearly see the broom stick hardening in your pants. That’smydefinition of crazy.”
Lincoln just keeps backing up across the kitchen. “You’re a troublemaker,” he mutters.
I follow him, taking a step forward for each one he takes backward, not letting him get away that easily.
Allowing my eyes to linger on his growing erection, I continue to give him shit. It’s just too fun trying to rile him up. It’s the most excitement I’ve had in weeks.“I thought you didn’t want me, huh? Whatcha so scared of? Scared you might like it?”
I start to flash Lincoln a sexy grin, but it falls right off my face when he suddenly snaps.
He snatches my arms and yanks me into the nearby pantry. I gasp.
Before I get the chance to find my breath, Lincoln’s mouth is on mine.
My knees immediately go weak and he pushes my back against an unforgiving shelf. He kisses the hell out of me, his massive hands bracketing my waist while he presses his hard body flush against mine.
Holy Batman and Robin. Mr. Button-Up knows how to kiss. He knows how to kiss.
The man kisses like he’s starving for sex. Like he’s starving forme. There’s no hesitation. No room for doubt.
His kiss lets me know that he wants me, and that if I let him have his way with me tonight, he’ll make it worth my while.
His large palm grips the back of my neck, angling my head just so. Then he’s deepening the kiss, his tongue plunging into my mouth. My core clenches on air and my lips part on a throaty moan.
When his teeth nip at my bottom lip, I snake my hand downward. Down-down-down until I’m squeezing his hard-on.
I wasn’t exaggerating earlier. This man is hiding a goddamn broomstick in his pants. And I want to ride it like the witch he seems to think I am.
I’m too busy exploring down there, over his slacks to notice his own hand inching upward over my body.
