“Please!” she whimpered and he lifted his head, staring into her blue eyes that whispered that he was going to love what she said next!
“Please what?” he asked, his hands moving up and down her back, needing to touch her, to feel her. He wanted to explore every curve on her body and feel her tremble with his touch.
“Will you…” she pulled back and he felt bereft without her in his arms. “No, I’m sorry. I just…”
“Kinsley, talk to me,” he took her hands, pulling her back into his arms. Thankfully, she came willingly.
“If you keep kissing me like that, Lincoln…”
He bent his head, nuzzling her neck and enjoying the feeling of her shuddering against him. “What will happen?”
She moaned and leaned her head back. “I’m going to melt into a puddle right here.”
“Let’s find out what that’s like, shall we?” He teased, then found another spot on her neck, kissing and sucking it until he felt her shiver again. Over and over, he found more spots that she liked, but he was careful not to take her clothes off. He carefully kept his hands from moving underneath that sweatshirt. After several minutes of that, he pulled back with a sigh. “We’d better stop,” he said, his voice husky with desire.
“Why?” She asked, her hand sliding down his chest.
“Because if we don’t,” he laughed when she stared hungrily at his chest, licking her lips, “then we might not be able to.”
She looked up at him. “Would that be a bad thing?”
He groaned, tightening his arms around her. “You need time,” he told her.
She blinked. “Time for what?” she asked softly. Her hips shifted experimentally, fascinated by that hard bulge against her belly.
“Time to get used to the idea of us as lovers,” he replied, his hands moving to her hips, keeping them still.
“How much time do I need?” she asked, closing her eyes. That’s when she felt his lips against her neck again and bit her lip to stop herself from moaning.
“You tell me,” he replied, nipping at her ear lobe.
She moved her feet, pressing herself more firmly against him. “Um…how about…now?” She asked.
He laughed. “You need more time than that.”
She let her head fall back, sighing when he did that nibbling thing on her collarbone. “Right. Time.” Kinsley’s fingers fisted around his tee shirt, wrinkling the material as she tried to fight back the urge to tackle him to the ground. His hands continued to explore, but only outside of her own sweatshirt. “Um…how about now?”
He straightened and she regretted saying anything, wishing he’d kiss her again. “Kinsley, what are you trying to tell me?”
She moved her hands, fiddling with the button there. “That I don’t need time, Linc. I’ve had nothing but time. I’m so desperate to feel your hands on me, and not in my dreams…”
She didn’t have a chance to finish because he covered her mouth with his own, kissing her deeply.
She felt herself moving backwards and laughed when she realized he was walking her back into the trailer. Not that she minded! The ground was fine but a bed? Even better!
“You sure you don’t need time?”
She gasped, feeling something behind her knees. Looking around, she realized that she was already in the small bedroom at the back of the trailer. “Time for what?” she asked, sliding her hands underneath his tee shirt.
“Time for…” he hissed when her fingers skimmed over his hard stomach. “Damn Kinsley!” he groaned, bending to kiss her again and again, even as his hands moved underneath the material of her sweatshirt. Then it was gone, dumped onto the floor.
She looked up at him, realizing that he was so tall, he actually had to duck slightly here in the bedroom where the trailer angled downwards slightly.
“Touch me, Lincoln,” she whispered, reaching higher.
He paused only long enough to pull his tee shirt off and toss it away. Then he lifted her hands, pressing them to his chest.
There were no more words after that. Just gasps of pleasure and surprise as he kissed her while pushing her back against the bed. Kinsley didn’t mind at all! In fact, she pulled him down with her, wrapping her legs around his waist as he tumbled on top of her.
Kinsley pushed off his jeans, but barely took the time to do that since she needed to touch him, to feel his body against hers. He had to stand up in order to untangle his legs from the denim, but while he was up, he pulled her leggings and underwear off as well.
Lincoln wanted to take this slowly. He wanted to pause and admire her soft breasts that were still encased in a pretty lace bra with tiny blue flowers along the edge. He groaned when he noticed her nipple peeking over the top of that lace. He wanted to know if she wore lingerie like this all the time, but before he could form the words to ask, her fingers slid down his shoulders, gliding over his back until they were on his butt. And damn, she felt good!
So instead of trying to figure out the clasp of her bra, he simply pulled the strap down, revealing her breast and enticingly pink nipple. Unfortunately, he didn’t have time to admire that either. He had to taste her. He had to know what her nipple felt like in his mouth. And he had to know how she’d react and…she arched into his mouth, hissing with need and he wanted to laugh. Or
