“And what did I say about wanting to?”
I huff a laugh before pushing my hips back and lining up the head of my cock with her entrance. “Birth control?” I ask. Wanting this part to be quick and to the point.
“Yes. There’s been no one in years except Jasper,” she whispers. And I’m proud to see there’s not a hint of guilt in her eyes over the fact that she slept with Jas. “I’m clean.”
“So am I,” I reply. What I don’t tell her is that I haven’t slept with a single person since Melissa. There hasn’t been a single woman who’s been worth my time. Not one. Not until I met her.
“Are you gonna stand there all day?” I raise a brow at her. “I mean, if you’re going to talk the talk, you gotta be able to walk the—”
I slam my hips forward without letting her get another word out. In fact, the only noise she makes is a small scream at the sudden intrusion. Leaning over, I run my tongue up the swell of one of her breasts, stopping once I get to the base of her throat. Her pussy tightens around me when I remove my hand from her neck and suck at the skin until a small purple mark starts to form. “What was that you were going to say?” I ask. My voice rough.
“Noth-nothing.” My hand slides from where I have her wrist pinned on the table, down her arm, over the curves of her torso, and down her thigh, where I squeeze the firm muscle before wrapping it around me.
“That’s what I thought.” Slowly, I push my hips backward until just the head of my cock remains. “You gonna shut up and take my cock now, Abbie?”
“Yes, sir,” she whimpers, and I slam my hips forward again, but this time I don’t stop.
My hips slam against Abigail’s in a steady but fierce rhythm. I thrust into her so hard that I have to stop her and the table fromsliding across the room. But I don’t give a fuck. I wasn’t lying when I said I wanted her to feel me there for days.
“Damn, Sweetheart. I fit inside this pussy so fucking perfectly.” Her hands find my hair as I drop my forehead to hers. And before I can think better of it, I utter the words, “Thank you for making me feel at home.”
That must do it, because I don’t get another second of warning before she comes around me.
I don’t stop fucking her as she screams my name. And I try as hard as I can to commit the sound to memory. It’s breathless. Euphoric. Agonizing. And so fucking perfect.
When she runs her hand down my spine, her nails scratching against my skin as she goes, I finally let myself go. I come inside her deep and fast. Filling her cunt with every last bit of my release. And when she utters the words, “You feel so good inside of me, Lincoln,” I have to take a moment.
Gripping her face with one hand, I let my eyes search hers, because I’m sure eight words have never sounded better. Because I’m sure that if she’d let me, I’d stay right here for the rest of my days and die a happy man. Because I’msurethat I’m a fucking goner, and I don’t even know how the hell it happened.
Chapter thirty-eight
Abigail
Thewateriswarmwhen it hits my shoulders, steam steadily curling around us. Lincoln stands behind me, broad chest at my back, one hand braced against the tile while the other moves slowly, over my body.
It feels surreal.
All of it.
His touch is different now. Gentle where it was fierce before. Careful in a way that somehow makes my chest ache worse than the intensity did. He drags the soap-covered loofah over my arms, down my sides, rinsing me like this is something sacred. Like he’s grounding himself as much as he’s taking care of me.
I tilt my head back against his shoulder, eyes fluttering closed.
I never expectedthatfrom him.
Lincoln is measured, controlled. Always holding himself just a step back from the edge. And yet, when he finally snapped… when he finally let himself have me… it was overwhelming in a way that was almost addicting. He was dominant. Unapologetic. Relentless in the pursuit of bringing me pleasure.
And god, did it fit him perfectly.
I can feel the weight of everything we’ve just done settling into the space as the sound of his breath matches mine. “I didn’t know,” I murmur, fingers curling around his wrists where it rests at my stomach. “I didn’t know that you had that in you.”
He huffs a laugh. “Not many do.”
He goes about rinsing the soap from my skin, fingertips lingering with every touch, and I swallow. Nerves are finally catching up with me now that the heat has settled. “Lincoln?”
“Yeah, Sweetheart.”
I turn in his arms, palms flattening against his chest. His eyes drop to my face immediately, searching. Always searching.
