A thrill shoots through me, my body aching for him.
His voice is low and husky in my ear as he whispers, “Let me celebrate you.” He begs me to tell him what I need, and I can’t catch my breath.
Warmth blooms in my belly. Then he’s settling between my thighs, pressing his dick into me, slowly gliding deeper until the friction is so delicious, it steals his breath, too.
“Fuck.” He closes his eyes, gritting his teeth as if against the mind-numbing sensation. And I relish his holding me like this for a while, his face buried in my neck, his warm breaths lulling our tangled bodies into submission.
A vibrating sensation zips through me, sending pleasure sizzling down my spine. I’m breathless and panting. And then I let lust take over.
It surges deep, consuming me as I lift my hips, urging him deeper still. Then he slides his strong hands under my knees, opening my legs wider, his long strokes driving deeper, and it’s exactly what I want.
His mouth on me.
His hands on me.
His dick filling me completely until I fall apart.
Nothing about the way we make love is sweet or tentative. It’s rough and passionate, like he needs me to feel all the longing bottled up in his chest.
I lie back on my elbows, arching into his thrusts until my hips buck, pleasure coiling tighter. My sex clenches around him, my body unraveling in a mess of ragged moans and short-circuited nerve endings.
And still he thrusts again, over and over, drawing out my orgasm until his body turns taut and trembling, and he shudders over me. We stay like this for a moment, clinging to each other, my pussy contracting around his pulsing dick, every fiery ember of waning friction lulling our bodies from the edge.
“Baby, you all right?” He chuckles, spent and smiling against my stomach, still catching his breath.
“Mm-hmm.”
Linc’s head pops up, and for a moment he studies my face, searching my eyes. Then, without a word, he gathers me up in his arms and carries me to his bed.
He lies down beside me, silent, just staring, waiting. Without words, he’s saying,As long as ittakes…
“Okay, fine. I’ll tell you.” I take a deep breath, steadying my nerves to pour my heart out to Lincoln Bridges. “But first, I need you to promise that you’ll respect my request.”
“Anything,” he says, tenderly, and I almost backpedal.
“Let’s just say that finalizing the wedding isn’t the only thing I’m celebrating,” I start off vaguely. “I finally know what I want—and it’s you.”
Linc opens his mouth to speak, but I press a finger to his lips, silently telling him I need to get this out uninterrupted.
He kisses my fingertip, then props his head on his elbow, giving me his full attention.
“And not to justbewith you, Linc,” I continue, diving into the deep end. “I’ve been thinking a lot about my last name, and, uh, I sort of tried yours on for size.”
His handsome face lights up, and it’s the most adorable thing in the world when he clutches his chest.
Bestill, my heart…
“I’m not done,” I chastise him, playfully.
Linc pantomimes locking his lips and throwing away the key, and it must be killing him not to be able to pester me for the results of the name fitting. It’s no wonder I’m traipsing around here all with my libido all hot and cold,Nightof the Living Sour Patch Kidson him.
Pause, peace,power.
I only torture him for a few more seconds before I put him out of his misery. “It fits. So, surprise!” I throw up a pair of extra-jittery spirit fingers. “I want to be your wife, Lincoln Bridges. That’s my big secret I’ve been keeping.”
My heart is aJumanjidrumpounding deep and loud, summoning the magic and danger of the game.
Cutely, he tries to unzip his lips, but I halt him again.
