She kissed him. “Molly.” She kissed him again. “Does.” Her teeth nipped his jaw between kisses. “Bathroom cabinet.” She moved to get up, but he stopped her.
“I got it. No one’s home?”
She shook her head. Her gaze burned into his ass with every step he took. She hadn’t moved an inch when he returned. Her mussed-up hair cascaded over the blanket, her lips were puffy, and her eyes on fire with lust and want. Legs spread and ready for him, Linc wasted no time in tearing the foil wrapper and sheathing himself before climbing onto the bed, pausing to drag his tongue over her clit one last time before lining himself up with her entrance.
Her nails dug into his ass cheeks, pressing him against her as her hips arched to meet his. He kissed her neck, enjoying the tiny moan she gave. “Are we a little impatient, Cleo?” He slid his cock through her wetness and she shivered beneath him.
“Please, Lincoln…”
“Why Miss Bennet, all you had to do was ask.” He inched into her. Pausing in an attempt to compose himself so he didn’t disappoint both of them, he sucked in a shaky breath. She clenched her muscles around him when she’d taken his length.
“Fuck.”
She clenched again.
“Shit, Cleo, you’re going to make me embarrass myself if you keep doing that.” He slipped all the way out and back in again, his breath stuttering at how well they fit together.
She tightened her grip around his shoulders and their hips found a slow and languid rhythm. He’d never been so aware of the woman in his arms. Every sigh and muscle twitch, the sweet scent of her hair, the softness of her skin, how her hips tilted just so to meet his, how snugly he fit inside her, and how their sweat-slicked bodies molded into each other.
Slipping a hand between them, he circled her clit with the pad of his thumb. Her teeth scraped across his shoulder as she tightened around him. His pulse thundered as salty sweat trickled down his forehead.
“Don’t stop. Close.” Her plea made him only more intent on getting her to come first. He kissed her, driving deep inside of her, and circling the tight bundle of nerves causing her to tremble beneath him. He swallowed her scream with a kiss as she came apart in his arms. She gripped him like a vise, twitching around his cock as she climaxed. He couldn’t fight his own release building and came with a deep grunt and her name on his lips.
He collapsed next to her in a tangle of sweaty limbs and satisfaction. Dotting kisses along her jawline, he sighed as his muscles sagged with tiredness laced contentment. He peeled himself from her, removing the condom, and tying it off. “I’ll be right back.”
She nodded, but didn’t move.
“Unless you’d rather I left?”
“Stay.”
He smiled at her sleepy lack of inhibition. When he returned from the bathroom she’d made her way under the covers and turned back a corner so he could join her. She hadn’t put clothes on, but she’d scooted as far away as she could. He slipped into the bed, pulled the cover over himself and extended an arm toward her. “Are you not a snuggler?”
“I can snuggle.”
“Then why’s your ass glued to the wall? Get up in here.” He patted his chest and she obliged with a smile that made her tired eyes sparkle.
“You don’t have to stay, you know.”
“And you, Miss Cleo, don’t have to keep telling me all the things I don’t have to do. I’m not here because I have to be, I’m here because I want to be. And when you wake up in the morning and find my naked ass in your bed, please don’t freak out. It’s what people in relationships do.” He smothered a yawn with the back of his hand.
“Is Lincoln Scott asking me out?”
“If we’re being honest, he’s more asking if he can eat you out than take you out, but he’d happily do both. Every day.”
She tipped her head back, gawping at him open-mouthed. “You have a filthy mouth on you, Mr. Scott.” She pursed her lips, eyes narrowing. “I think I like it.”
“You only think you like it? Shit, I’ll have to try harder next time.” He kissed her forehead before she settled against his chest. There was no way in hell they’d wake up curled up together like something out of a movie, but he’d be lying if he didn’t admit to how right everything felt to finally have her in his arms.
Cleo Martinez.
Eliza Bennet.
One and the same.
Regret tugged in his chest. He could have been with her weeks ago had he been brave enough to let her see who he was.
Her chest rose and fell, slow and even. His fingers itched to draw her as she slept. Her creamy, flawless skin, her kissable lips, those perfect, almond shaped eyes and a button nose. Little did she know, he had an art pad full of sketches of her. He brushed his nose into her hair, inhaling the sweet scent of her shampoo. He could definitely get used to this, but could she?
