“Fuck.” He swallowed a few times. “I can’t remember if I’ve ever told you this, but you’re fucking gorgeous. Thought you should know.”
All my self-deprecating retorts died on my tongue. How could I argue when I could see he meant every word?
As he stood up and unbuttoned his own jeans, kicking them off next, I couldn’t help but repeat his sentiment.
“I also can’t remember if I’ve ever told you this, but you’re fucking gorgeous. Thought you should know.”
He smirked—fucking dimples—and ran his hands up and down his sides. “Yeah? You think so?”
I took in every hard ridge of his body, every defined line, and every sculpted muscle. My mouth went dry. “Uh huh. I think so.”
I sat up, reaching for his hands. He cocked a dark brow at me but lowered himself down over me again. Immediately wanting to feel everything I’d just feasted my eyes on, I ran my palms over his chest and stomach.
As my hands glided over him, his muscles tightened, and soft noises came from the back of his throat. His eyes were closed again, and I took the opportunity to really explore him.
Neither of us seemed to be in much of a rush, which was new for us. But I liked it.
I liked noticing things about him I hadn’t before, like how his body was so firm and hard but his skin was so soft and warm. My hands traveled up and down, tracing along the lines he’d sculpted his body into.
When my fingers reached the elastic of his briefs, I planted an open-mouthed kiss on his strong throat and whispered into his ear. “Why did these stay on?”
“Before I could take them off, you gave me that come-hither look, so I did.”
A giggle rang out, but it took me a moment to realize it had come from me. Fuck it. Giggling is okay when I’m with a guy like him.
His muscles jumped when I hooked my fingers into the waistband and started working it off him. Once it was free of everything that could get hurt, I gripped it between my toes and used them to drag it the rest of the way off him.
When he was completely naked, my hands and fingers continued their exploration. I started at his chest and worked my way down but carefully avoided his erection. I earned myself a groan from him when I passed it by, but I ignored him.
I didn’t think we were only doing this to distract him from whatever shit had gone down, but I hoped that it was distracting him. I wanted him here, with me, right now. I didn’t want his mind wandering off, and this was the best way I knew to do it.
My fingers itched to touch his cock, but I kept them back for now. When I had caressed every part of his body I could reach, my hands traveled farther down.
“Sit up for a second,” I said, then slid out from underneath him as soon as he moved to comply. I dropped to my knees and wedged my shoulders between his legs, looking up into those smoldering eyes. “This okay?”
He barked out a disbelieving sound. “Do you really need to ask me that?”
Allowing my eyes to drop to his magnificent dick, I decided it looked perfectly happy to have me there. It was even leaking a little tear of joy. Or at least, I hoped it was joy.
Screw it. It’s joy.
Lincoln snorted when a wide grin spread across my lips. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Because I’ve never been face to face with this guy before. I think we’re going to be great friends.”
He opened his mouth, presumably with a smart-ass reply, but he cut himself off with a sharp inhale when I moved my hands to the insides of his thighs and massaged the skin there. Groans and gasps fell out of him, and I relished every single one of them.
It was still hard to believe that I could affect Lincoln this way. The guy was the real life equivalent of a superhero to many. Aside from what my dad had said about him, I’d asked around.
Lincoln was something of a legend, a leader who was revered by his teammates, who never got overwhelmed by the situation, and who always had everything under control.
Yet he was also my Lincoln. The man who had given me that kiss earlier, the one sitting in front of me with his throat working and his muscles tight with restraint. Knowing that he was both those people but that I was the only one who got to see him like this for now was a heady feeling.
Cupping his heavy balls in my hands, I watched in awe as his face changed. I massaged them gently with my fingertips, starting soft and slow.
Guided by his facial expressions and the next-level sexy sounds he made, I increased my pressure and speed. Every time I sped up, his breathing changed. Eventually, he pushed his pelvis forward. “Fuck, Sofia.”
His thighs started shaking as his head dropped back against the couch. The muscles in his stomach tensed and dipped. He was fully erect now. The head of his dick had turned a dark shade of purple and a small amount of liquid still leaked from the tip.
The ache in my core rose to painful levels. My clit throbbed from seeing the evidence of his need. Lincoln breathed hard, beads of sweat covering his chest.
He held his muscles tightly as I stroked the length of his cock. Wrapping one hand around its base, I brought my lips closer to lick at the salty wetness there.
I repeated the motion twice before he groaned and grabbed my wrists, holding my hands still.
“No more.” He bit out, his voice raspy and thick with desire. “That was like
