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Chapter Fifteen

Tatum

We crash through his bedroom door, a mass of fumbling hands and desperate, crazed kisses as he slams me against a wall and braces his hand next to my head. His knee shoves between my thighs and I hook a leg around his hip as he groans, scraping his hand down my skin. Shivers rack my body and he groans, gripping my thigh as he pulls me closer but it’s still not close enough and I’m beginning to think I’m not going to be happy until his cock is seated inside me.

“I’m going to fucking destroy you in the best fucking way, baby,” he whispers, his nose nuzzling into my neck before he presses his lips to my skin. My core clenches and I arch my back, rubbing my breasts against his chest.

“We’re not having sex. That’s still off the table.”

He jerks back, looking equal parts confused and ravenous. “Then what are we doing?”

“Anything else,” I breathe, trying to convey the urgency that I feel pumping through my body with each rapid beat of my heart. My nerve endings spark, sending electric currents across my skin as a wolfish grin spreads across his face.

“I can get down with that.”

Both hands dip under my t-shirt and span across the entire width of my back, making me feel so small but also so protected as he claims my mouth again, his tongue hungry for another taste of me. My nipples pebble and ache as they brush against the material of my t-shirt. I wish it was his broad chest instead. Balling his shirt in my hand, I tug on it, trying to get it over his head but he’s too damn tall. He laughs, letting his hands fall away from my body long enough to reach behind his head and rip the shirt off. All his tattoos come into view and I suck in a breath as my fingers skate over his skin.

“You keep touching me like that and I’m going to lose control, baby,” he warns and I smile.

“Who said that was a bad thing?”

The thin white t-shirt is torn over my head and he pulls me against his large body as his lips find mine again, need pouring out of both of us. The air is thick with it, enveloping us in a world where he and I are the only two people who exist. There’s nowhere I have to be, no one to see because everything begins and ends with the two of us losing ourselves in each other for the rest of the night. His hands fist my hair and he kisses me so hard that I’m convinced he’s breathing for me.

“I’m going to spend hours eating your sweet little cunt, Tate, and only when you lose count of the amount of times you’ve come will I let up.”

I shudder, my pussy clenching as I grab his forearms. “Lincoln.”

“You want to know the best part of living out here?” he whispers, leaning in and dragging his lips down my neck. I shake my head. “I can make you scream as loud as I want to and no one will ever hear you. Are you going to scream for me?”

“Yes,” I breathe out, squeezing my eyes shut and mentally begging him to kiss me.

“You promise?”

I nod. “Yes, I promise. Make me scream.”

Growling, he wraps his arms around my ass and lifts me into the air as I squeal. My legs wrap around his waist as he turns and carries me over to the bed where he lays me down and presses his lips to my belly, just above my panties.

“I can smell you already, gorgeous. Are you wet?”

Gripping the comforter beneath me, I nod. “Yes.”

He runs his hands up the inside of both my thighs before parting them and I hold my breath, my entire body tense as I wait for the touch I so desperately need.

Please.

Touch me.

A soft kiss presses against my thigh, just above my knee, and I jump as a whimper slips out of my mouth. He chuckles.

“Is that not what you want, Tate?”

I shake my head. “No and you know it.”

“Do I?” he asks, laughter in his voice and I growl. He’s playing games with me and my restraint is about to snap. “Why don’t you tell me what you want?”

I sit up and grab his chin, forcing his gaze to mine. “I want you to rip my panties off and eat my pussy until I scream your name.”

Just because it’s been a long time since I’ve been with anyone doesn’t mean I’ve ever been one to shy away from telling a man what I want. Lincoln’s eyes close as if he’s in pain and he lets out a low groan that sends goose bumps over my skin.