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He groans, planting his fist on the side of the house as his cock jerks against my thigh.

“Baby,” he breathes. “Give me two seconds to get this fucking door open and then it’s on.”

I nod and press gentle kisses against his neck as he slips the key into the deadbolt and unlocks the door. Once we’re in the house, he slams the door shut behind us and locks it again, not even bothering to turn on the lights as he kicks his shoes off on the way to the stairs. His fingertips scrape up my thigh as he pulls my dress up and over my head, leaving me in only panties as I fumble with his belt.

He releases me to pull his shirt over his head and I trail one hand down his stomach as my mouth waters.

“Keep looking at me like that, Darlin’, and tonight is going to be a whole lot rougher than I intended.”

I meet his eyes. “Good. That’s how I want it.”

“Fuck,” he hisses, slamming me up against the wall in the hallway and slamming his lips on mine as I pull his hair, urging him on. “Get my pants off.”

I grab his belt and unhook it as he bites into my neck and my eyes flutter closed, heat flooding my body.

“Pants, baby,” he growls, his hands seemingly all over me at once like he can’t get enough. Forcing myself to focus, I manage to undo his belt and shove his jeans over his hips before they fall to the floor. He steps out of them and effortlessly picks me up, turning toward the stairs.

“Wait,” I yelp and he pauses. “I moved rooms. I’m down here now.”

I point to my mom’s old bedroom and he nods, quickly changing direction and charging through the door before tossing me on the bed.

“Shit, condoms,” he mutters, looking back to the hallway where he left his pants and I laugh as I point to the bedside table. I didn’t think it would happen tonight but I was prepared for whenever it did happen. He marches over to the table and grabs one out of the drawer before standing in front of me and holding out his hand. I take it and he helps me to my knees as he molds me to his body and wraps his arm around my waist.

“I never stood a chance against you,” he whispers, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss against my lips. I thread my fingers through his hair as I pull back. “What I feel with you, for you, I never thought I would love someone like this.”

Tears burn my eyes. “You love me?”

“Yeah, baby. I fucking love you, think I have since the moment I first saw you.”

I beam, pulling him in to another kiss as I work up the courage to admit my feelings. As he leans back, I sigh. “I love you, too, Lincoln. You’re everything that I’ve been waiting all these years for and at this point, I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

It’s so weird how you can go through most of your life and be so self-sufficient and then you meet someone and in the blink of an eye, they are an integral part of who you are – like you were never truly you or whole until the moment your eyes met theirs.

“We’ll have time to talk about all this later but I’m just letting you know now that I’m never walking away from you. You are my everything and I have no future if you’re not in it,” he whispers.

Our lips meet in the space between us, no one leading the kiss this time as we fall back onto the bed with him on top of me. He kisses down my jaw to my neck before planting kisses across my chest and I arch off the bed, begging for more. I grab his hand and move it to my breast, earning a grin from him as his fingers squeeze my flesh and I sigh.

“Lincoln,” I pant, my clit pulsing with need and my entire body aching for more. “Panties off.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he chants, moving between my thighs and licking his lips as he slowly peels the lacy material down my legs before tossing it over his head. Leaning in, he kisses the inside of my thigh and I jerk beneath him, mentally screaming at him to move a little higher.

“You need something, baby?” He chuckles and I moan, lifting my hips off the bed.

“Please, Linc. I need it.”

He groans. “Fuck, I love hearing you beg, baby.”

Spreading my legs, he kisses my thigh again before flicking his tongue over my clit softly. I sigh, gripping the sheets underneath me as he keeps a slow steady pressure with his tongue.

“Lincoln,” I moan, slipping my fingers into his hair. He groans and the sound vibrates across my flesh, earning another moan from me. He starts with long slow drags of his tongue before taking a break and switching to short, fast flicks to my clit. Each one sends me climbing to a glorious release before he changes it again and I’m practically back at square one.

I yank his hair in frustration and he chuckles before sucking my clit into his mouth. I cry out, arching off the bed, and he pushes me back down as he slips a finger inside me.

“Fuck, baby. You’re soaked.”

I nod. “Why don’t you do something about it?”

“Yeah?” he asks, standing and shoving his boxer briefs down his legs. His hand wraps around his impressive length and my sex clenches as I watch him stroke the shaft. “This what you want?”