Page 8 of Dancing With Guilt

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Roxie

Roxie slid into the king-size bed with Lincoln, reaching for him as need flared to life within. She needed to touch him, needed to feel how alive he was, to reassure her doubting brain that this was real. That he was really home and here with her.

Tremulous fingers danced over the silky skin of his back and up to his neck to plunge into the dark hair. Her hand came down once more, skimming over his side again, before going back up his spine. She moved closer, wanting to feel the heat that radiated from his skin.

Every part of him was silky to her touch, smooth and warm like satin. She loved touching him, learning every part of him over and over again. When he’d come back into her life after that long absence, she’d never expected to feel this way about him and hadn’t wanted to at first.

Their first night of passion, a night when he introduced her to a world of sex she’d never expected to explore with him, had filled her dreams for the next decade, but she’d left him behind. She’d left them all behind, even Liam, the brother she’d had the real crush on. Lincoln had been an annoyance up until the night her parents died. Now, she couldn’t imagine life without him.

She realized her hand had stopped moving when Lincoln turned to her and spoke.

“Are you alright, Roxie?” He asked, a gentle finger tracing the outline of her jaw.

“I’m good, it’s just that I still can’t believe that you’re here,” Roxie answered, her thoughts crisscrossing from one decade to the next.

He’d taken her virginity and she’d left the next morning. Now she wondered why she’d left at all. He was all she needed and wanted now. There was no other man that could take his place.

“I’m here, Roxie, and I’m not going anywhere,” he answered as he moved the finger down her right cheek and along the column of her neck. “I will always be right here.”

“Good. I can’t lose you again.” She moved her face up to his to kiss him. She moaned in delight when his hand came up to hold her jaw still so he could kiss her as he pleased, deep and hard.

Desire exploded within her body, burning into life in her veins when he groaned into her mouth. Her tongue came out to dare him deeper, her right hand clutched tightly to his ass to hold him against her soft belly.

“Roxie,” he whispered her name as he moved away from her mouth to trace a path down her body. She’d undressed before she slid into bed, so his lips met no resistance on their path down her body. There was only the soft sensation of them against her skin as he licked a sensitive spot here and sucked an even more sensitive spot there.

His left hand slid up her waist to cup her breast and her breath caught in her chest. He’d touched her nipples a thousand different times in a thousand different ways, but it didn’t matter. Lincoln’s touch always brought her body to life, excited her in ways she’d only ever felt with him.

His breath whispered against her nipple, and he turned the touch into sweet torture when he softly licked the tip. His breath cooled the skin, drawing it tighter.

“You always respond so beautifully,” he spoke softly, his voice a vibration that she could swear she felt in the flesh trapped within his hand. “I love how you move against me, Roxie.”

“I want you, that makes my body dance for you. I don’t even have to think about it, my body knows what to do,” she admitted, her body taut in anticipation of his touch.

“Hmm, I like that,” he murmured and finally took the tip of her nipple into his mouth. His teeth captured the flesh. She gasped when his tongue brushed over the skin, then moaned loudly when he sucked the bud like a piece of candy that he rolled with his tongue inside his mouth.

Lincoln teased her until her hips moved against him frantically. She wanted him inside of her, to fill the emptiness inside with only him, but he pushed at her hip until she rolled back against the bed, his lips never leaving her breast. A gentle hand slid down her stomach, to her liquid center. Her heart raced when his hand moved to open her folds, to slide a finger inside her.

“Lincoln,” she gasped his name, asking for more, but he didn’t move, giving her the pleasure she needed.

He moved, but only to tease her other nipple while her hands clamped down on his shoulders. Roxie wasn’t aware anymore of what she wanted. She only felt everything he did to her, felt the response his touch invoked, as another finger joined the first to fill her even more.

His palm pressed down into her, making her clamp her thighs to hold his hand…right there. “Don’t move it, please don’t move it.”

She didn’t specify what, didn’t care if she needed to, she could only think, don’t move, almost there.

She tried not to moan loudly, they weren’t alone in the house, but she stopped caring eventually. Lincoln’s touch, his scent, filled her head and all there was in the world was him and her. Oh, and the exquisite sensation of his touch, that was definitely real too.

“Let it break, Roxie. Let the whole world break and just let go,” he whispered to her, around the nipple still caught between his teeth. “Come for me, baby. Please.”

It wasn’t the fact that he asked that made her finally let go, it was the vibration of his voice, the way his fingers tilted just right as his palm drove deeper into that spot that finally made her do exactly what he’d asked.

She clutched at him, not wanting to let him go, but the world slipped away as a cry of pleasure tore from her throat. The sensation washed over her as he continued to move on her, continued to tease more from her.

She was on her way back to earth, back to him, when he moved, pulled back, and drew her over him. It didn’t take much encouragement from him for her to impale herself on him. He wanted her, she wanted him, and the best way to ease that want was to take. So that’s what she did, she took every inch of him inside of her body, wrapped him in sweet, liquid velvet that was nearly on fire for him and only him.

“I’ve wanted this so much,” she whispered, her hands on his chest, bracing herself so that she could find just the right rhythm.