Lincoln’s chest heaves. “This is getting a little out of control.”
I shrug, trying my best to sound confident. “You started it. And you’d better not finish it just yet.”
I plant my mouth back on his, and he doesn’t fight it. His roaming hand slips between my thighs, sending a zap of awareness to my core.
Don’t do it, Jules, that quiet, annoying voice whispers again.
If that’s my guardian angel, she’d better shut up. I’m not listening. I want Lincoln so bad.
Yet somehow, I find myself squirming away.
Lincoln’s movements freeze again. “You’re confusing me. I’m not too sure where the boundaries are here,” he says breathlessly, shaking his head.
Gosh. Why the hell am I so jumpy right now? I’m not usually like this. When it comes to hookups, I do what I want without a second thought, letting my body lead the way. So why am I second-guessing myself right now?
“No, yeah. You’re right. I want this.” I pause, looking around the dark space surrounding us. The only light is creeping in from under the crack in the door. “But I don’t think Alba would want us to finish it on top of her boxes of quick oats and easy mac.”
Lincoln clears his throat. “Should we…?”
I nod in the darkness. “What if we take this party back to my place?”
He shocks the shit out of me when he responds huskily, “Lead the way.”
My heart is beating like crazy now. We’re really doing this? I guess we’re really doing this…
I rearrange my wrinkled t-shirt and slowly crack open the pantry door, peaking out cautiously before I signal the all-clear. The last thing I want is to get caught doing the walk of shame in front of Lincoln’s mom or some of the rugrats.
Luckily, the coast is clear.
We step back out into the kitchen, blinking at the intense brightness. I start patting my body down to check my pockets.
“Shoot,” I mumble. “I misplaced my damn keys.”Again.
“Good grief. Seriously?” I hear the impatience in Lincoln’s voice. I hide a smirk. He’s as eager about us getting out of here as I am.
We hustle around the kitchen on a frantic search mission, and a minute later, Lincoln hands me my keychain.
“Oh my gosh. Thank you.” I snatch it out of his hand. “Where’d you even find this?”
“Inside the freezer, right next to the box of popsicles you gave the kids earlier.”
“Oops!” I give a cutesy grin.
He blatantly rolls his eyes at me.
Not one to be outdone, I roll my eyes right back at him.
Can’t stand the man. Wanna fuck him, though.
“Ready?” I tilt my head in the direction of the exit.
He sucks in a sharp breath and nods. “Ready.”
Together, we sneak out of the house like a couple of teenagers who are up to no good. It’s a miracle we don’t run into anyone on our way out the door.
In the front yard, I hop onto my moped, right as the headlights of Lincoln’s luxury car flick on. We speed off into the night, and I don’t have to glance in my rearview mirror to know that he’s following me.
I can practically feel his ravenous eyes on me all the way home.
