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“We can talk,” she suggested, her gaze steady on mine.
“But no sex?” I couldn’t help the grin that tugged at my lips.
“Would you like to ravish me?”
“It’s tempting,” I admitted, feeling the tension between us, “but I’ll wait. Let’s chat.”
CHAPTER 10
Erika
Lincoln had an irresistible mix of charm and vulnerability, even if he didn’t realize it. Over the past three days, we’d grown closer, sharing lunches, texts, phone calls—everything but a bed. The tension between us was almost unbearable, a taut string ready to snap.
On Wednesday night, he came over, but something seemed off. As we kissed on the couch, I could sense his distraction. I smoothed his blond hair from his forehead, trying to ground him.
“What’s the matter?” I muttered against his lips.
“Nothing,” he replied, though I could tell he was lying.
“Baby, your mind is somewhere else. What is it?”
He hesitated, then finally admitted, “My parents are acting strange. I stopped by to say hello, and it felt like they were hiding something from me, like when I was a kid, and they kept secrets. I’m worried.”
“I’m sure it’s nothing to get upset over,” I tried to reassure him.
“Do you?” he asked with a hint of mockery. “You don’t know them like I do.”
“But eventually, I will—unless you keep acting like an ass.”
In a flash, he flipped me, pinning me beneath him on the couch. His hands planted firmly on either side of my head, he hovered over me, intense and conflicted. I reached up, running my fingers over the light scruff on his cheek. He closed his eyes, leaning into my touch.
“It’s something,” he murmured, the worry still evident in his voice. “The last time they acted like this was when Michael disappeared. Talon was the only one who didn’t know, and it was agony when they finally told him.”
Trying to distract him, I whispered, “Kiss me and stop worrying.”
“I’d rather do something else. I can’t wait any longer.”
Before I could process his words, Lincoln backed away, leaving me momentarily confused until he scooped me up off the couch and carried me to my bedroom.
“We’re really doing this?” I asked, still in disbelief.
He chuckled, a low, husky sound. “You seem surprised.”
“We’ve been playing this game for three weeks. I thought it would never happen.”
Lincoln placed me gently by the bed, then reached down to pull back the peach comforter. I’d changed into sweatpants and a bright yellow t-shirt before he arrived, and he wasted no time tugging my shirt over my head, tossing it aside.
“I love your breasts. You only gave me a peek on Sunday, but now I plan to take my time.”
He knelt on the floor, cupping my breasts in his hands, his mouth alternating between my nipples before he buried his face between them, inhaling deeply.
“You smell so good. What is that scent?”
“It’s probably my skin cream and perfume,” I replied, breathless.
His kisses trailed down my belly, his tongue swirling in my navel. I dug my fingers into his scalp, a moan escaping my lips as he grasped the drawstring of my sweatpants with his teeth, tugging it loose. In a swift movement, both my sweatpants and panties were at my ankles, and Lincoln’s tongue was pressed against my clit.
“Oh God,” I moaned as he expertly lapped at me.
