“Hey, safety first.”
Like a savage, I rip open the box, then tear the foil wrapper with my teeth. I lean in again, skating my fingers over his tapestry of tattoos, down the smooth ridges of his abdomen, gliding my hand lower to wrap my hand around his enormous dick and circling the head with my thumb.
A soft gasp escapes his lips when I roll it down his shaft.
And that’s it.
Linc lowers me onto the bed.
“Spread your legs for me.” He puts lube in his hands, rubbing them together before he drags his hand over my pussy, massaging and slipping his fingers inside until I’m aching for more. Then, when I can’t take it a second longer, he hovers deliciously above me, centering himself between my trembling thighs, his mouth inches from mine. We breathe into each other’s mouths as he stretches, fitting himself inside me, and I feel like if I died right now, it would be with a permanent smile.
Then he pumps.
Slow and steady at first, until I take every inch of him. He groans, quickening the pace, deep and hard, hands gripping my hips, in a dizzying frenzy until the sensation is so slippery, so heady, there’s only a symphony of shallow breaths and skin kissing skin.
I throw my head back, arching into his strokes, feeling all his roughness, seeing an entire constellation of stars just for us. I lose sense of time and space because there’s only us, like this, climbing together.
“Baby, I can barely breathe. Come for me.” He grunts, desperate and needy, opening his mouth and torching the skin of my neck and collarbone, then licking my breasts and dragging his fingers between my thighs as he continues driving inside me. “Hurry, I want you to come first.”
Every nerve ending in my body ignites, a slow burn that builds until the fuse finally snaps, and the aftershocks linger, pulsing through me. The delicious tightening in my belly, the electric shiver crawling over my skin, the blissful, toe-curling current that radiates from deep—they all combine, leaving me heady with bliss, and my heartbeat syncs with Linc’s.
It’s overwhelming, all-consuming.
Then Linc lets go too, abs flexed and shaking in a series of spasms. He collapses at my side with a rough groan, tugging me into him.
He’s still struggling to breathe, eyes hazy, voice hoarse. “Ebony Grace…”
“Hmm?” I moan, molding my body to his as he buries his face in my neck, his warm breaths evening out as if he’s drifting to the edge of sleep. I’m euphoric in a way that leaves me breathless, suspended in warmth, my heart still playing the broken record.
Daring to find—
“I’ve never stopped loving you,” Linc says, and it scares the hell out of me.
I know I feel the same, and that makes me…vulnerable. I’m just starting to rediscover who I am, and already, I’m losing myself in him. And while once upon a time I loved my ex-husband, walking into a trap or not, in my heart I think I’vealwaysbeenin love with Lincoln Bridges.
So I remind myself that I deserve good things, even if they terrify me, then push the fear aside and say it anyway.
“I love you too.”
Saying it feels huge, like everything’s shifted, because loving this man? Nothing about this choice feels small or insignificant.
It’s going to change everything.
Chapter Eighteen
Breaking Spades
Lincoln
I wake to Ebony twistingin my arms, her fingers gently tracing patterns on my chest like she’s trying to map out the world’s worst hidden treasure, and I can’t stop smiling.
I groan, thrusting my hard-on against her stomach. “A little lower, please.”
She laughs softly, but it’s the kind of laugh that doesn’t pass her lips. Her heartbeat pulses against my skin, steady, but somehow…off.
Worry jolts through me, and I scoot down to search her eyes, my chest tightening with all the familiar insecurities. Did I misjudge the situation, move too fast? Did she wake up and realize I’m not worth the hassle, not good enough?
“Hey, what’s going on? Talk to me.”
