I reclaim his lips, but he pulls away, pressing his forehead to mine.
“No, here,” he says, sliding his finger all the way inside me. He covers my mouth with one more languid kiss while fingering my G-spot, then pulls out suddenly. With my arms in his hands he spins me to face the dresser and then with a hand on the back of my neck, he pushes my body down. My breasts meet the cold wood, then my cheek turned to the side. There’s a full-length mirror next to his bed where I can view our reflection. Lincoln looms behind me, his eyes on my back and my ass as he drags his hands over my creamy curves.
“I’ve waited so long for this,” he says, tone tight, controlled. An illusion because I know how undone he is from the words he spoke. “I want you more than I’ve wanted anything else.”
“Take me,” I say, watching how my words affect him. I want him inside me—I’m dripping wet and burning for him. I’m alive, changed, hungering like I never knew possible. Lincoln drops to his knees, spreads my ass cheeks, grins a wide cheeky smile, then buries his face exactly where I want his cock. It takes two seconds to realize this might be just as preferable. His tongue laves my clit as he holds me open. The moan is way louder than is permissible when he slides his fingers in while licking furiously. So loud he stops completely for a second.
He tsks me, tapping his pointer fingers on my ass cheeks. “Maeve. Play by the rules.”
I nod, and fold my arms under me and bite down on my forearm when he returns to his licking, finger fucking assault. The breathy way he said my name makes my core clench around his fingers. There’s an intimacy in this position, watching him lost in a lusty thirst. I peek at him again, on one knee, another statuesque pose, except the world isn’t on his shoulders. Not in this moment, at least.
“I’m going to come,” I admit, though it comes out more of a whine. He presses against my G-spot and sucks my clit and I shatter into a thousand pieces, coming hard and fast in a vicious way that leaves me breathless and completely annihilated.
“And I thought I was lost in the brambles before,” he says, cockily, meeting my gaze in the mirror before leaning in and crushing his lips to my pussy one more time in a searing kiss. Like he’s kissing my mouth. The sight is so erotic I lose the breath I haven’t even caught yet.
When his tongue leaves my velvet flesh, Lincoln stands, leaving his hands on my ass, his erection hanging between our bodies creating the only barrier between us. I feel the longing in my veins. It’s pulsing through me with the rhythm of my heart. A melodic song that I never dreamed to hum again.
“Condom,” Lincoln says, slamming his eyes closed. “Hold tight, I need to grab a condom.” He pulls a drugstore bag out of the nightstand and rips open the cardboard box with his teeth. I stand up and stretch my arms in front of my chest. The heady, delicious feeling of oxytocin rushing my head. My stomach swims, and I tingle everywhere, especially between my legs. He’s rolling the condom on, watching as he slides it down with narrowed eyes. Like it’s rocket science.
“You get it, right?” I joke, approaching him, swaggering up to him. He doesn’t lift his gaze though. “You’re really focused there, Linc. Everything okay? I know it’s been a while, but isn’t it pretty straight forward?”
His gaze shoots up to meet mine. “What did you just call me?”
My stomach clenches. “While you were fumbling with a condom, I figured it would be the best time to test a nickname. You hate it?”
He returns to the task, checking the edges and pulling the tip. “I don’t hate it. Surprised is all, and I needed to unplug for a second because the last time I had sex, my entire life changed, Maeve. I’d use a nickname right now but your name only has one syllable and that’s not really nickname material.” He grabs his cock and walks toward me. “Maevey?”
I shake my head. “Hell no.”
Satisfaction purses his lips. “What should it be then?”
“It doesn’t have to be anything. Just Maeve.”
Lincoln narrows his eyes. “How about I just call you mine?”
My stomach drops again. This beautiful man. This beautiful, honest, kind man who is far too good wants me to be his. Isn’t that what I was trying to avoid? Am I blind to repercussions because I want him so badly? Will we burn like a forest fire and fizzle into an icy crevasse? Lincoln sees the hesitation on my face.
“Maeve, it was a joke. You’re not mine. You belong to yourself. It’s ironic you have a name that can’t have a nickname.”
Taking his hand off his dick, I replace it with mine. “I think I’d like to be yours.”
His eyes light. “Yeah?”
“To start off, I’ll be yours in secret.”
My heart sings out, and actual joy bubbles from Lincoln. It’s hard to look at it objectively when we literally bask in each other’s presence.
“Deal,” he says, leveling me with a scorching kiss. “Back to the fucking,” he orders, kissing my forehead, then my chin.
He lifts my leg and I hook it over his forearm and elbow. He dips down to position his cock at my slick entrance, teasing the head over my clit, when three small knocks resound on his bedroom door.
Then the one word that shatters the mood entirely. “Daddy?”
My shock and horror are mirrored in his eyes. I drop my leg and put a hand over my chest, and my beating heart.
“My bathroom. Go, now. I’ll come get you when he’s back in bed.”
I don’t even think twice, I stumble over my own feet and flee into the
