“Lincoln? Are you awake?”
His eyes pop open to see Dixie standing in the doorway, the hall light shining through her little nightie displaying every one of her curves. It took a second for Lincoln to realize that this wasn’t part of his fantasy. His dick didn’t realize it at all. Even after he jerked up his boxers, it was still hard with need.
He quickly pulled a pillow over his lap as Dixie walked into the room. “So you are awake.” She crawled onto the bed and he almost swallowed his tongue. “I couldn’t sleep either. My mind just won’t stop thinking about . . .” He held his breath, thinking she was going to say “sex.” Or maybe he was hoping she was going to say that. Instead, she said, “the fire.” She crossed her legs in front of her, the nightie hiking up on her thighs and pooling in the spot between her legs. “I know you don’t think Sam had anything to do with the Dailys, but I just remembered something that might change your mind.”
His mind definitely needed to be changed. It was on a sexual track that he couldn’t seem to get it off of. Especially when within reach were two breasts that hung beneath the thin material of the nightie like ripe fruit on a tree just begging to be plucked.
Dixie was completely unaware of his predicament. “When I took Cheyenne home after she shoplifted, I wanted to make sure Cal wasn’t too angry at her so I told him some of my funniest pageant stories to put him in a good mood.” She paused. “Is it hot in here? No wonder you can’t sleep.” She gathered the mass of her thick hair in both hands and lifted it off her neck, which, in turn, caused her nightie to lift and display a skinny little triangle of black lace between her crossed legs. He’d thought all the blood was already in his penis. He’d been wrong.
“Are you hot?” she asked.
He was fuckin’ burning up.
“I’ll turn on the air conditioner,” she said. “But first I need to finish telling you about my theory. Anyway, after I told Cal the stories, he said they were better than any of the stories he’d heard when he worked at Cotton-Eyed Joe’s before he moved to Abilene. And since Cheyenne is thirteen and it probably took a few years for Cal to meet her mom and get married that could place Cal working at the bar right around the time Sam was here. Maybe Cal saw something. Maybe that’s why someone set his trailer on fire.” She released her hair and it fell around her shoulders like spun gold. One strand fell over her right breast and curled perfectly around the nipple that poked through the soft material. “So what do you think?” she said.
He thought that the time of being able to avoid his desire for Dixie was up.
With a groan, he reached out and slid a hand through her hair and jerked her to his waiting lips.
Chapter Fifteen
There were only a few times Dixie had ever been struck speechless. This was one of those times. Not only because she had never expected what was happening to happen, but also because she couldn’t talk when Lincoln’s lips were burning through her like greedy flames. She’d wanted him to lose control and that’s exactly how he was kissing her—with unleashed passion.
His hands fisted in her hair as if he never wanted to let go as his lips devoured hers with hungry need. She wanted to feed that need. She wanted to offer herself up like a banquet and let him eat until there was nothing left but a few paltry crumbs. Although with the way he was feasting, she didn’t think there would even be crumbs left when he was finished.
One hand slipped from her hair and palmed her breast in a firm grip that send a shock wave tumbling through her. More followed when his thumb stroked her nipple through the thin material of her nightie. He strummed it to a tight, aching bud before he pinched it hard. The intense feeling that ricocheted through her body caused her to tremble. He moaned against her tongue as he jerked the top edge of her nightie down and cupped her naked breasts in his warm, callused hands. He caressed and strummed and pinched until she was the one who lost control.
She pulled from the kiss and spoke against the strong-corded muscles of his neck. “Lincoln, please.”
He answered her plea by lowering his head and feasting on her breasts with his hot, greedy mouth. He licked and sucked and nipped until her bones turned to butter and her body shook with the need for release. His hands slipped beneath the hem of her nightie, his fingers trailing tingling heat up the sides of her thighs. When he reached her panties, he hooked his thumbs in each leg hole and tugged them down. She gasped when his large hands palmed her butt cheeks and squeezed. The tips of his fingers brushed the crevice between, and she quaked all the more when he traced the crevice down.
“Mmm,” she moaned as he stroked a finger along the wet seam between her legs while never once stopping the attention he was giving her breasts. The combination of heated mouth sucking and heated finger stroking was too much for Dixie. When he brushed over her clitoris, she catapulted into the most amazing orgasm of her life.
She yelled a few choice cuss words as she gripped his head and pushed against his hand. Before the last little twinkle of tingling sensation had fizzled, she was lying flat on her back with Lincoln looming over her.
His dark hair was tousled from her fingers
