Page 35 of Dancing With Temptation

Only he didn’t stop to adjust to the sensation of her body wrapped around his, he didn’t pause to catch his breath, he just plunged into her, stealing every last thought from her mind and replacing it with him.

Her nails dug into his shoulders, claiming him as her own, prodding him to go deeper, to take more of her, all of her.

“Lincoln.” She gasped his name against his neck, but he moved away, sitting up to pull her hips up to his, to hit just the right spot inside her. Roxie threw her arms over her head, gave herself up to him as his hands kneaded at her ass, provoking little shivers of pleasure from that part of her as well.

She held herself still as he thrust into her with concerted effort, his eyes on hers. She smiled up at him and he grinned back. But then a flutter started within her body, a flutter that turned into a pulse as their eyes remained locked together. Her mouth fell open in a gasp of surprise, her eyes determined to stay open as he sent her over the edge. But they closed, her hands grasping at his wrists as the pulse turned into a wave that took her far away from the world around her.

Pleasure pulsed into life, stole her thoughts and her voice. All she could do was sigh, then moan as her body drew taut as a bowstring and spasmed with each bolt of pleasure he pushed into her.

She thought she heard him gasp her name. Thought she heard a groan, but it didn’t matter. Not when she was wrapped around him, was pulling him along with her until she felt a different sensation, a pulse that was not her own body, but his, as he finally lost control. She heard her name as a groan now, as a plea to take him to wherever she’d left him to go.

It was the sweetest thing she’d ever heard and she wanted to hear it again, for the rest of her life.

But she didn’t have time to think too much about it, not when the flutters started again, not when he continued to stroke into her, pulling another torrent of pleasure from her one more time.

When it was finished, when there was nothing more to do but catch their breath and stroke each other. Roxie listened to the night around them. She didn’t want to think, refused to think, so she listened to the sounds of Lincoln’s breath, to the pulse of his blood in his veins that slowly calmed down. She heard animals out in the fields beyond the village, the cry of a baby that wanted its mother.

She took it all in, stamping it into her memory so that she could pull it out later. There were things she’d missed, things she’d ignored, but she’d felt those things. She’d lived those things and later when she was alone, she’d face the things she didn’t want to admit. But now. For now, she just wanted to feel, to be free to feel, and so she did.

Lincoln withdrew from her, rolled onto his side, and tucked her up against his body. Their skin began to cool, and the race of their hearts slowed down. Roxie listened as Lincoln whispered to her softly, telling her something, but she was losing the fight to stay awake. She thought he was talking about making a life here with her, in a rectangular hut of their own, about how he wanted her to have his children, be his wife, and live a life of peace in Cambodia. But maybe it was all a dream.

She woke up a few hours later, felt him hard against her hip, heard his gentle snores, and knew he was asleep. Her hands moved of their own will, took him in a grip that didn’t wake him, but moved still the same. She listened in the darkness, heard the moment his body became aware it was being touched so intimately.

Her hand stroked and pulled at him and she moved in the darkness. He didn’t wake, his body remained relaxed, but when her lips wrapped around him, she felt his legs go tight, and heard a gasp of surprised pleasure. His hands came down to her hair and guided her movements. She nudged him with her free hand and he moved flat to his back as she climbed between his legs.

The free hand then moved between her own legs as she pleasured him with her mouth. Every pulse of his cock in her mouth, every gasp of his pleasure only enhanced her own excitement. Giving him this pleasure did not feel subservient, not when she got so much pleasure out of doing it.

She increased her pace, working him with her mouth and a hand, all while pleasuring herself as well, until she heard his breath catch in his throat, felt his body go rigid. The spot where her finger worked between her thighs sparked to life, and she moaned around him as he pulsed into her mouth. The control it took not to bite him only enhanced the pleasure, directed it down to her clit as Lincoln groaned her name and emptied into her mouth.

The pleasure ended on a sigh from Lincoln as she pulled her mouth away from him and pushed up to lie beside him. He took her in his arms, and they fell asleep together again. But she heard him whisper a thank you just before sleep took her. She didn’t know it, but she smiled throughout her sleep this time.

When she woke up, Lincoln was still in bed with her. She examined his face, saw how the tension that was ever-present had disappeared. She saw him truly relaxed and wanted more of that. Her fingers came up, traced the outline of his dark eyebrow, trailed down his face to trace his jaw. His eyelids opened and dark brown orbs crashed into blue.

“Good morning.” He said with a smile. “Seems I didn’t sneak back to my own tent last night.”

“I think it’s okay, all the women seem to know something is going on. They call you my man.” She replied with a soft smile, scrubbing at her own face to remove any traces of sleep that might linger.

“Well then, I guess we’re alright then.” His eyes narrowed, examining her. “Are you alright? You seem…different.”

“I’m fine, really, Lincoln. Just...” She paused, rolled her eyes up as if thinking, and then spoke again. “Happy I think.”

“Ah, that’s good then, right?” He pulled her hips to his and kissed her.

“It is. And I’d like nothing more than to spend the day here in this tiny bed with you, but I’m hungry and need a shower desperately.” She grinned before she got up to climb over him. “Come on, we have stuff to do.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He moaned but didn’t make a move to get out of bed.

“Come on then.” She turned to face him as she pulled a t-shirt over her head and slid on a pair of shorts. “Maybe you can sneak into the shower room with me.”

That got him to move and she left the tent with a laugh of happiness. She was in such a good mood she didn’t even think to remind him of how much she hated him.

18

Roxie

The horror and desperation she’d felt as she watched that bus ram into the other bus replayed itself in Roxie’s mind over the next week. She had been able to ignore the panic and terror she felt that first night, but since then, it replayed itself when she least expected it. She didn’t like it one bit that she suddenly had a need to know where he was at all times, as if afraid he’d disappear if she couldn’t keep her eyes on him.

Otherwise, she was happier than she’d been in a long time. They stayed in Cambodia to help the other village get back on its feet and spent their nights together. Roxie didn’t cringe anymore when she thought the words ‘making love’, she only smiled brighter. That’s what they were doing, making love, not fucking as they’d done before.