Page 63 of Just My Luck

With a sigh, she decided she might as well. It had been an atrociously long day. Outside, the sun had set and the twinkling lights made the coastline look like party time. She was still wearing her wet bra and panties, so she stripped those off. Lincoln would probably be dead to the world for hours and would never know they’d been naked in bed together.

His powerful body spooned her, his knees tucked against the backs of hers, her head snugged under his chin. Heat flashed through her, shocking her to her core. Was she really still so wildly attracted to him, even in his zonked-out state?

She had it bad.

In a moment, Lincoln was snoring again. She found the sound soothing. All things considered, this wasn’t a bad place to be, safe in this luxury hotel room, wrapped in Lincoln’s strong arms. Eddie and Mia were squared away for the night. Her dad could do what he wanted with the house; it was his, after all. She had the mystery chip safe in her hoodie pocket, but no one knew that, especially not Tanaka.

Right now, she might as well luxuriate in this rare moment of stillness and peace.

When she woke up, Lincoln’s hand was cupping her breast. It was still dark outside, but moonlight shone through the plate-glass window. Her breath caught; did Lincoln know he was feeling her up, or was he still asleep?

Then she felt his lips against her ear as he whispered, ever so softly, “Are you awake?”

He didn’t sound stoned anymore.

“Are you?” she whispered back.

“Oh yeah. Very awake.”

She could translate that deep burr of arousal in his voice, even without feeling the brush of his erection against her lower back.

“Want me to back off?” he asked. “Just say the word.”

“How long have you been awake? What do you remember?”

“I remember you put me in the shower. You washed my hair. I cried like a baby. You put me to bed and I made you get in with me. You’re a goddamn angel.”

He didn’t mention anything about all the things he’d said about love and light and all the rest of it. Maybe he didn’t remember that part, or maybe he was embarrassed, or didn’t know how to retract it.

“It was my fault. I shouldn’t have left you alone with my dad.”

“Stop it. I’m a grown man. So is he.” His thumb brushed her nipple, which hardened eagerly. Desire sent lightning through her nervous system. “I don’t regret a thing.”

The rumble of his chest against her back offered another layer of sensation, turning her on even more. “I’m not an angel.” She had to clarify that part.

He squeezed her nipple between his fingers. She gasped at the sharp pleasure that gave her. Heat pulsed between her legs. Her lust for him sent everything else out of her mind. Just like before, all that mattered was this heat they generated between them. She couldn’t resist it, and she didn’t want to anyway. It was too good, too tempting, too beautiful.

She grabbed his other hand and pulled it to her mound, guiding it to the spot that craved his touch. As soon as his long fingers eased between her legs, she let out a sigh of bliss. That was what she needed. Contact. Pressure. His hand on her most intimate parts. His mouth hot against her neck.

He stroked her with one hand and toyed with her nipples with the other, while she arched her body to give him free rein to play. God, how she’d wanted this. That strength and control that lurked behind his dark green eyes, the secrets he kept so close…all along, she’d wanted to crack his facade open and see what lay inside.

His breath was coming faster now, his hand buried between her legs, palm wide, pressing, rubbing, driving her mad. She reached behind her to feel the hard shaft now at full force, hot and throbbing against her skin. He let her hand close around him, but he made no move to please himself. His focus was entirely on her.

“I want you to be the happiest you’ve ever been,” he whispered in her ear.

She choked out a laugh. “Are you competitive in everything?”

“Yes, probably. I just want you to feel good. That’s all.”

She put her hand over his as he stroked her clit. “Keep that up and I’ll feel so good my head might explode.”

“I like how you go for what you want. You want me.” He sounded almost surprised.

“Oh yes.”

He flexed against her, letting her feel just how much he felt the same way. “We couldn’t be more different, and yet it feels like this between us.”

Like this… She knew how it felt to her. All this mad pleasure, this thirst, this “I need more,” this “never stop,” this naked dance… But what about him?