He kissed me harder.
Faster.
He lifted me from the counter, and my legs wrapped around his waist as he carried me to the wall beside the refrigerator. He pressed my back against the cool wall, and his hands gripped my ass as he slid me up and down his hard cock as I ground up against his gigantic denim-covered bulge. His mouth invaded mine as he licked and nipped and kissed me like he’d die if he stopped. I’d never felt more wanted.
My hands tugged at his hair as I bucked against him, and my entire body started tingling.
Had I ever wanted anyone more?
“Lincoln,” I groaned into his mouth as this growing need took over, and my head fell back.
“Let go, sweetheart,” he whispered, as he kissed down my neck and continued rocking me faster against him.
I was dry-humping my client in the middle of my brother’s kitchen.
And I didn’t even care because nothing had ever felt so good.
Stars exploded behind my eyes as my entire body started to shake, and I went right over the edge.
Once my breathing calmed and I was able to open my eyes, I found him watching me.
The look in his gaze was not what I expected.
He didn’t look scared that we’d just crossed a line.
He didn’t look bothered that I’d finished and he hadn’t.
There was no sign of panic.
He looked at me like I was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.
Pass me the whipped cream, please.
Because I only wanted more.
sixteen
Lincoln
I’d been with my fair share of women before.
I’d had a few failed relationships, a few flings, and plenty of casual nights with women that didn’t go beyond that.
But this.
Brinkley Reynolds filling her mouth with whipped cream and then rubbing herself against my dick.
Nothing had ever been sexier.
I was done for.
If I never saw a woman come undone again, I would still die a happy man.
Seeing her fall apart from just my mouth on hers. Her body rubbing against mine.
I hadn’t even seen her naked or been inside her yet.
Hadn’t touched her or tasted her the way I was desperate to.
It didn’t matter.
Her gaze searched mine, and I carried her back to the counter and set her down. My fingers stroked her face as I pushed the dark hair behind her ears.
“You okay?” I asked.
“Umm… I’ve never been better. I’m guessing you’ve got a little situation going on, though,” she purred.
Had there ever been a sexier woman?
I reached for her hand and rested it over my throbbing cock, straining against my jeans.
“Nothing little about the situation going on here, sweetheart,” I said, my voice gruff.
Her hand continued to stroke me up and down, and I squeezed my eyes closed.
“You’re right about that. You’ve got quite the package on board, Captain.” She waggled her brows.
“You ready to drop the no-dating-professional-athlete’s rule?” I said, nipping at her lips.
Her eyes widened. “You don’t even date often; why are you asking that?”
“Because I want to date you.”
Her eyebrows narrowed, and she shook her head. “Don’t say that, Lincoln. Don’t say things you don’t mean.”
She pushed me back and hopped off the counter, moving to her plate of pie and taking a bite as if this were all a big joke.
“Hey.” I locked my gaze with hers. “I don’t say things that I don’t mean. I’d think you’d know that by now.”
“Let’s see, you haven’t dated in quite a while. You can’t stand me most of the time, and we work together. Oh… and you’re moving across the country. To you, I’m just some small-town smoke show.” She crossed her arms over her chest.
I barked out a laugh. “Well, you are hot, and you did grow up in a small town, so if that makes you a small-town smoke show, so fucking be it. But that’s not the reason that I want to date you.”
“You just want to date me because you’re probably horny and you’re stuck here in Cottonwood Cove.”
The fucking nerve of this woman.
She took another bite of pie and raised her brow at me like I was the crazy one.
I forked some pie, tipped the utensil back, and flung it at her. A chunk of apple and some sort of crumbly shit landed on her cheek, and she gasped.
Now it was my turn to laugh. I hadn’t expected to aim so well, but damn, it served her fucking right.
I was as offended for her as I was for myself. First, her accusing me of not knowing what I want and then her saying that I’m only interested in her because she’s the only thing here in Cottonwood Cove.
What the fuck was her deal?
She reached for a napkin and wiped her face, turning her back to me.
“I can’t believe you did that,” she whispered.
My chest squeezed because she was all over the fucking place, and I didn’t know what the hell I was doing when it came to her. I moved closer just as she turned around and aimed the can of whipped cream at me and sprayed me in the face.
“Take that, sucker. You have no idea who you’re dealing with, Lincoln Hendrix!” She ran to the other side of the island, holding the can in her hand, her eyes wild and full of fire. She was laughing hysterically, and I couldn’t help but do the same.
I swiped the whipped cream away from my eyes and shook my head.
I reached for my plate of pie, carrying it with me as I moved around the island that sat between us. Her chest was rising and falling, and our labored breaths filled the air around us.
I stalked toward her, almost predatory.
The way I wanted this woman wasn’t anything I’d ever experienced before.
“Put the whipped cream down,” I said, closing the distance between us.
She studied me, setting the can on the counter.
I stood right in front of her, my gaze locked with hers. “Open your mouth.”
“Someone’s feeling full of himself.” Her voice was barely a whisper.
I raised a brow, waiting for her to do as I said. Her mouth fell open, and I scooped up some pie and fed it to her. She groaned as she sealed her lips around the fork before I pulled it out, and she chewed slowly.
“I always know what I want. You think because I haven’t had a relationship recently that it means that I’m incapable? That’s never been my problem.”
“So, what’s your problem, Captain?” she asked, her voice sexy as hell.
“I haven’t found anyone worth doing it with. There was Jaqueline, but it was doomed from the start,” I said, taking a bite of pie for myself before I moved the fork back to her sweet mouth.
“Why was that? Because life on the road makes it impossible? Because you have endless women dropping to their knees for you?”
I studied her. She liked to act tough, but she was fucking scared. “We had nothing in common. There was no conversation. No laughter.”
“Just hot sex and lots of it, right?” She pursed her lips and squared her shoulders.
“Sure. It was just sex. We both have our pasts. I have nothing to hide. The sex was fine, but at the end of the day, that got old. As did her annoying desire for attention and the spotlight.” I set the plate down on the counter. “That’s why I normally keep my relationships casual. I have never craved the company of a woman—until now.”