“Yes, Linc, God.”
I climb higher with each deliberate thrust, pleasure soaring through my blood. I splinter, shattering into a million tiny pieces around him, my body going limp as he draws in and out of me slowly.
He rains kisses over my entire face, my cheeks, my forehead, my mouth.
Once I’ve caught my breath, he picks up his pace again, holding my eyes while he moves in and out of me, both hands digging into the skin of my ass as he holds me in place. “I can feel you gripping me. Every time I leave,” he says, drawing out.
I involuntarily clench around him again, my body holding on to his in the most intimate way. “That’s it, I’m almost there, come with me.”
His fingers dip lower, renewing their grip, pulling me apart for the deepest penetration possible.
That’s all it takes.
We explode together, a euphony of moans and sighs. It’s beautiful the love we make. I’m lost in the harmony our bodies make, the raw beauty of it, struggling to recover from this intense moment. His breath is hot on my neck. “So this is the foyer,” he says.
I laugh, taking a look around the opulent space. “Nice.” Lifting his head, he grins. “Wanna show me the rest?”
“Sure.” He slowly pulls out of me, lowering me to my feet. “If I can keep my hands off of you long enough.” Kissing my lips, he buttons himself up then reaches for my hand.
After we get ourselves cleaned up, Linc shows me the remainder of the house. I’ve never seen anything like it. Rachel and Will told me it was nice, but they’d been modest about it. They never told me it had a small recording studio, a media room, and an Olympic-sized swimming pool and sauna. The place is massive and decorated in a sleek, modern style that is nothing like Linc at all. When I point that out he says the previous owners sold the house and contents as is after a nasty divorce, and he never got around to changing it since he was on the road so much.
There are a few boxes scattered throughout each room. He’s had movers packing all week.
“What are you thinking?” he asks once we settle in the kitchen.
“How much I don’t know about you.”
He lifts me to sit on the stool, moving between my legs. “You know all the important stuff.”
“Yeah, but I feel like I’ve missed a lot.” All I can think about is how many times I ran to him with my problems and all the times I never asked him about his life here.
God, how selfish can I be?
“Water under the bridge, babe.” His words do nothing to eliminate my guilt. Besides his music, I never asked about his personal life. I didn’t want to hear about how happy he was. I didn’t want to hear about his life with Charlotte. I was under the delusional notion that if I didn’t know I wouldn’t care, but now it’s all hitting me square in the face.
“So what’s the plan for this weekend?” I ask, quickly changing the subject.
“Well, tonight I plan on spending as much time as possible with you. Then we’ll sleep in until the last possible minute before we head on over to the meet and greet at the Stage. Sign a few autographs, perform my new single, then I’m taking you shopping.”
“Shopping?”
“I wanna spoil you.”
“You don’t have to do that, Linc.”
“I know I don’t have to. I want to.”
“But I don’t need anything.”
“When was the last time you went shopping, Sylvie?”
“Yesterday?”
“What’d you buy?”
“Why?”
“Just tell me.”
