I抦 shaking.
Desire courses through me like a relentless wave, too strong and too serious to even let me laugh this time.
Lincoln turns me gently, slowly, so I抦 now vertical on the bed.
His massive, shirtless bulk climbs over me, making me feel a hint of his weight, his power.
He brings his mouth to mine with a claiming stroke of tongue.
Hotter than ever.
He kisses me with depth and meaning and a message I can抰 ignore.
Tonight, I own you, he says with every kiss. Tonight, Nevermore, you抮e due to be fucked in ways you never knew were possible.
My nails dig at his shoulders. I trace his lips with my tongue.
His mouth opens, and I glide in, chasing after his demanding tongue.
My hands go to the button of his pants. He puts a hand over them and breaks our kiss.
揌ow many times do I need to tell you? Not yet.?
His eyes are glinting so hot it hurts.
揧ou抣l give me a heart attack,?I whisper.
揑抣l resuscitate you then. I think you see I know a thing or two about CPR.?He gives me an evil wink right before his mouth crushes mine again.
This man.
This absolutely cocky, brash, chiseled man.
I try to match his passion as his tongue caresses mine, as his teeth graze my bottom lip. I抦 rewarded with a guttural 揻uck?thrown from his mouth.
Yes. Please. I so want you to.
But he means what he says about taking me apart on his terms. When he moves away from my mouth, it抯 to kiss a neat, burning line from my cheek to my ear. His hands find my wrists and shove me down, pinning me to the bed while I push back against him.
揝ee? Told you I抎 make you squirm,?he growls.
I抦 about to protest, but his tongue traces my earlobe and shoots down, attacking my throat.
I whimper.
揧ou抮e so goddamned gorgeous when you light up,?he mutters, and then his mouth is back on mine. His arms slide under my back and he pulls me closer, a glimmer in his eye that says he wants to make every last bit of me shine like the sun.
And he抯 closer than he thinks.
I抦 utterly soaked. Trembling and aching. Too close to an explosive end without even having him inside me.
That抯 never happened before with a man.
Not even close.
With a throaty sigh, I wrap my legs around his waist, arching into him.
Thunder boils up his throat and his face screws up.
It抯 almost that scary-hot look I see around the office梕xcept ten times more intense梐nd I nearly come on the spot.
Somehow, I buck against him again, pushing my legs around his.
With a snarl, he pushes me down and flips me around. His thick hands find my zipper and he rips it fully down. I help shimmy the dress away as he slides it out from under me.
My turn now.
When my hands move to his pants, Lincoln doesn抰 stop me. I unbutton his slacks and push them down.
I gasp at the bulge outlined in his boxers.
Considering he抯 Big Dick energy incarnate, I should抳e expected as much.
But seeing it in the flesh is梙oly hell.
揂re you just going to stare, Nevermore, when you like what you see??he whispers darkly.
Oof. I think I need a paper bag to breathe into.
Especially when he pushes me back and takes my nipple in his mouth again.
With almost nothing left between us, the flick of his tongue feels a million times better than before. My head rolls back as I moan loudly.
It抯 hard to touch him, even though I want to, like I抦 laying hands on some rare, exotic beast.
I stroke his back with my hands.
Down, down, down…until I hit the elastic waistband.
I tug at his boxers and he lets me梩hank God梡ushing them down. Then my hand circles around, brushing against his hard length.
Eep. He really is huge, angry, and pulsing so hot against my fingers.
He goes stock-still.
I抦 not breathing as I clasp his girth, marveling again at his size, and start ever-so-slowly sliding my hand up and down his length in steady pumps.
揇akota.?
Hearing my name on his lips releases my breath.
It抯 the way he whispers my name, equal parts harsh and awestruck, that sends goosebumps racing across my skin.
For a second, he lets me stroke him quietly.
His eyes never leave mine, two earth-toned storm clouds crackling with lightning.
The sex in the air is so thick it抯 stifling.
But he finally moves, placing his hand over my arm and moving it gently away from him. He threads our fingers together, kissing my knuckles, and shifts his weight as he pushes me back into the bed.
He抯 on me like a wolf, his hungry erection rubbing against my opening.
I take a deep, ragged breath so I can force out the words, 揥ait. Not yet. I have to make you squirm…？
His eyes smile down at me, even as his face remains a stone mask.
揧ou think I抦 not wrecked on the inside, woman??he whispers. He laughs once. 揘evermore, you always surprise me. I like it.?
He抯 not lying. I can see how honest he is as our eyes lock in a fraught stare, both of us asking for the one thing with the same silent demand.
揕ift your cute ass,?he orders.
I do, pushing up on my feet.
Again, his rough hand comes between my thighs, grasping my panties in the middle.
In one swift flick of his arm, they抮e gone, flying over his shoulder in a ball.
Our eyes fuse as his lips come home to mine. I watch him tear open a condom with his teeth梙e must抳e pulled it out of his pants?pocket when I was distracted梐nd then he抯 there.
All swollen, angry head at my entrance.
A guarantee of Lincoln Burns?darkest intentions.
My fingers flatten against his torso, feeling his body drawn like an arrow. My legs wind around his waist, pushing against him, begging him to do it.
For a breathless minute, we抮e frozen just like that, until his powerful hips roll forward.
Oh, shit. Here it comes.
He slides into me with a single slow, punishing thrust.
I bite down, clenching my teeth, because it抯 almost like losing my V-card again as I stretch to take him. We become a whole new feeling made flesh.
I couldn抰 put it into words to save my life.
We抮e coiled tongues and stalled breath and insatiable silence.
We抮e flesh and steam and mingling smells, his masculine citrus and pine against the flower and mint that always shadows me.
We抮e two battered hearts, our souls beating out of us, desperate to join.
I bare my teeth, panting, scratching his chest hard as I ask him to do his best, his worst, his everything.
揇amn you, Lincoln Burns. If you don抰棓
One harsh movement of his hips shuts me up fast.
He grinds into me, slowly at first and then faster, faster, finding a rhythm that was always meant to reduce me to ash.
揙h!?I抦 gone. Too infinitely lost for words.
He kisses me roughly, shoving his tongue against mine as his cock glides in to the hilt.
揋oddammit, Dakota,?he growls as his mouth breaks away with another powerful thrust.
Is it wrong that this sex feels a little scary and that excites me?
The man is a human battering ram working in slow motion to take me over.
A human wall of muscle and the sweetest cruelty.
Yeah, I won抰 last long at all, and I抦 already too out of sorts to even be embarrassed.
My face screws up as I arch to meet him, throwing myself against him, my O coming like a racing wildfire.
Then it happens梙e pulls away at the very last second.
I open my eyes, a question hanging on my lips.
揘ot yet,?he whispers. 揑 told you, Nevermore, you抮e going down on my terms.?