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I slide my hands up his abs and chest before cupping his face. “Lincoln, it’s not too fast. Let me take care of you. Let me make you feel good.” The words are whispered, my voice almost begging. Can’t he see how much I want this?

“Okay,” he whispers back, climbing off me and retrieving a condom from his jeans pocket and opening the foil packet before rolling it down his length.

He climbs back over me, nestling his hardness against my core and kissing me again.

The heat pouring off his body warms my skin, and I feel so safe, like I’m cocooned in warmth. I relax into the mattress, wrapping my arms around his waist to pull him tighter against me.

Lincoln’s mouth lands on my neck, sucking at the skin behind my ear. My core throbs, needing more of him.

“Lincoln, I want you.”

He kisses my lips, then pulls back to hold my gaze as he enters me. He slowly fills me until the ache between my legs has eased.

His body glides over mine, and he closes his eyes in ecstasy. “You feel so good, Princess.”

I moan in response, unable to form words. I tighten my legs around him, angling myself right where I need him.

Lincoln bites down on one of my nipples, gently applying pressure with his teeth. The bold sensation intensifies my pleasure. “Lincoln, yes. Yes!”

He moves his body, stroking mine perfectly until I come apart beneath him. My climax pulses in waves of pleasure. He stays with me, not stopping until my pleasure subsides.

Only once my breathing regulates does he speed up. I keep my hands on his body, dragging my nails down his chest until he moans. I move my hands to grip his muscled ass, and he climaxes, whispering my name as he rides out his pleasure.

Sated and sweaty, Lincoln rolls us to the side, pulling me tight against him.

Both of us are breathing heavily. Lincoln’s brow glistens with a thin sheen of sweat despite the cool temperature in the cabin. But he reaches down for my comforter and pulls it over our bodies.

CHAPTER 22

Hattie

I curl against Lincoln’s hard body, soaking up his heat.

“Are you cold?” he asks, looking at me. “Let me get the fire going.”

He moves to pull away from me, but I cling tighter to him, shaking my head. “I’m fine, Sunshine. More than fine.” I run my hand up his back, and he melts against me at the touch. “Just relax.”

Our faces are only inches apart, and his mouth tugs up at one corner. “I’m very relaxed.” His voice is gravel, and his eyes drift closed as I rub his back.

My fingernails drag along the dips and valleys of muscle on his shoulders and waist, and I’m not sure who’s getting more out of this back rub…me or Lincoln. My body is buzzing again already, just from touching him.

Lincoln’s eyes slowly flutter open, and I can tell by the look on his face that his state of relaxation is fading. His mind is wandering to his many responsibilities.

“It’s okay if you need to go,” I say, trying to ease any guilt he might feel at leaving.

“I can stay for a while, but please let me tend to the fire.” He sighs. “I’d rather stay right here, but I don’t want you getting cold.”

I can’t help the grin that forms on my face. “Okay, go ahead.”

The man can’t help but take care of everyone around him. It’s who he is. And I like that. It makes me want to take care of him, too.

Lincoln slips out of bed, tugging on his boxer briefs. He steps toward the wood-burning stove and gets the fire roaring to life again.

“Thank you,” I say.

He turns, allowing his gaze to drip lazily down my body where I lay in my bed, covered in nothing but a thin sheet. His eyes twinkle, like he’s remembering me without the blanket.

Lincoln crosses the room and sits on the bed, cupping my chin with his big hand and pressing a kiss to my lips. It starts slow and soft, but he melts into it, his tongue moving to the seam of my lips until I open, and he tastes me like he can’t get enough. Lincoln’s lips move on mine in a passion and desperation I’ve never known.