Her teeth catch my bottom lip as she has a burst of confidence and then falls away trembling.
I抦 about to complain, but her mouth moves to my neck. She kisses and explores me with a frenzied interest that tells me she抯 wanted to for a long damn time.
揙h, God,?she moans, clutching my shoulders for support.
She has no clue.
How badly I want to be buried inside her with her body thrown around mine. Her kisses are a flash flood in the desert.
Sweet as heaven, but they won抰 come close to quenching the thirst, the animal need driving every inch of me.
Her small fingers brush the skin under my shirt collar. She pulls it down.
Cool night air tickles my skin and then the warm caress of her tongue.
Mania, your name is Lincoln Burns.
Inhaling sharply, I cup my hands under her ass and stand, keeping her in the same position as I urge us upright.
揥here are we going??she asks in a tiny voice that says she already knows.
揑nside,?I answer.
I抦 not fucking waiting for her legs to work. I lift her again, pull her into my arms.
She starts at the base of my neck with the sweetness of her tongue, her teeth, and the full glory of her tease. She抯 made it up to where my neck meets my jaw by the time we抮e moving through my place.
With a lot of deep breaths and miraculous focus, we make it upstairs to the hall outside my room.
Her fingers come to the top of my shirt. She runs one over the bare skin of my throat and then places her other hand on the top button.
揑f I were to push this out of the hole棓
揑抎 be offended if you didn抰，？I say.
That抯 all the encouragement she needs.
She抯 smiling like I抳e never seen as the button pops free.
I open the door to my bedroom and lead her to my four-poster bed, dropping Dakota in the middle of it.
揝traight to the point, huh??She blinks up at me, always using that damned mouth to tease even when it抯 not on me.
揑 plan to make you squirm,?I promise.
揢m, I think you抳e already done that…？
I try like hell not to grin because she hasn抰 seen anything yet.
I take my shirt off slowly, my dick pulsing, fully intent on teasing her back.
She stares at me longingly, her mouth slightly parted in raw curiosity.
As I slide the shirt off, she crawls to the edge of the bed, sits up on her knees, and runs her hand down my chest.
I close my eyes and sigh.
揝o gorgeous,?she whispers.
揘ot half as great as yours, and it抎 be a shame if it was.?
She laughs. 揃ut you haven抰 seen mine yet!?
Yeah, that抯 a problem I plan to rectify soon.
揥e can fix that. Come the hell here,?I order, tugging her up and reaching behind her. I unzip her sundress halfway and work the straps down her arms.
My eyes are glued to hers until the dress slips down. It falls under her chest, revealing a lacy peach bra that looks like it was custom designed for sin.
That抯 saying a lot from a man who抯 been more involved in women抯 fashion than ninety-nine percent of the male population will ever be.
She crosses her arms in front of her chest like she wants to hide, fresh uncertainty on her face.
揑 always thought you抎 wear black. Interesting choice,?I tell her.
揧eah, I…I don抰 have a body like yours. Or the models you抳e probably dated.?
揊uck models and fuck that. I wouldn抰 dare have you ruined. You抮e perfect the way you are,?I say, sincerity vibrating my voice.
揢mm桰 just mean I don抰 think I have a body like the kind of woman you抮e usually with.?She looks down like she抯 searching her own imperfections.
揂nd yet I抳e never wanted another woman like I want you.?The wild truth of that burns my throat.
She casts a slow glance at me like she抯 trying to figure out if I抦 being honest or just putting her on.
Enough talk.
Enough games with words.
I just smile, take her hand, and hold it to my mouth, kissing her palm slowly, furiously, madly.
By the end of this night, I swear to everything holy that Dakota Poe will know what she does to me.
She抣l finally understand just how deliciously remarkable she is.
15
Uncertain Rustling （Dakota）
I think I抦 on fire.
Lincoln takes my hands in his, peels them away from my sides, and drops to his knees beside the bed, kissing the edge of my lace bra.
He traces down the curve, brushing his tongue against the hard peak of my nipple.
I抦 flipping electric.
Falling back, I wrap one arm around his neck, pulling him closer.
His hands join his mouth on my breast, sucking and teasing, detonating me in slow motion. The only thing between us is the peach lingerie now.
My eyes close and my head drops low.
No man should ever make me feel this good.
揙h. Oh, Lincoln,?I whine, mouthing those words more than speaking them.
My legs are already jelly.
I抦 not sure how much longer I抣l even keep my balance, but I just know I need more. I抦 drenched in pleasure, edging on breathless, and he抯 barely begun.
It feels divine but it抯 still not enough.
Reaching behind my back, I grab my bra clasp, helping free my offering for this devil抯 tongue.
His hands move to my arms, grabbing my wrists. He stills them before moving them aside, pulling his face off my breast.
揑 promised to make tonight last, sweetheart,?he rumbles, his eyes restless with dark-brown desire.
揃ut I kinda need this now,?I whisper, brushing my breasts against him.
揘ot yet,?he clips. And then I understand梙is tongue goes to work against my other breast, sucking and rubbing and lashing me to bliss.
God!
I抦 clenching his head, my nails digging at his scalp, needing to hold on before Lincoln freaking Burns sweeps me away with a fever. He finally reaches behind me and hurls my bra away. It hits the wall somewhere on the other side of the room.
I抦 down on the bed again, falling under him, and he抯 still tasting me. Still licking. Still scorching nerve endings I never knew I had.
It was never like this before.
Never, ever this intense when I抳e barely gotten started.
I抦 so in the zone, soaked and buzzing.
It抯 heaven on Earth. It抯 also like being yanked out of a perfectly warm bath when he suddenly lifts away.
I glare up at him.
You weren抰 supposed to stop.
But he returns with a feral smile, kissing down my belly and only stopping when he comes to the waistband of my panties.
揚-p-please. Take them off,?I sputter.
揘ot yet,?he warns again with a slow laugh.
I want to punch him.
But I also want him to take his sweet time, to rend me in two, to make me remember what he抯 doing long after I抦 just another memory.
I know this won抰 last, but I抳e made my peace with it.
One smoldering night with Lincoln Burns is worth a thousand nights with forgettable men.
In a single slow breath, I feel strong hands clutching my thighs. He parts them with ease and I fall flat on the bed. I抦 on my back with my legs in the air.
Lincoln stands still, clasping one ankle in each hand as he rises. He presses his lips to the arch of my foot.
The sensation makes me giggle.
Soon, he抯 winding up again, kissing my ankle and moving up the inside of my leg one soft kiss at a time. By the time he reaches my thigh, I抦 clawing at the sheets.
Keep going.
Oh, God.
Please.
I swear he can read my mind.
Because Lincoln moves to my other leg, pushing his mouth against my inner thigh. He kisses down the too sensitive inside of my leg, adding an unexpected nip of teeth.