She pressed against him, deepening their kiss. Her heart raced. Not long ago the idea of kissing Lincoln Scott had been terrifying, but with their lips locked, and tongues crashing together, she never wanted to stop.
He slid his thumbs into the band of her pants and tugged. When they hit the floor, she stepped out of them, kicking them toward Linc’s discarded clothes. Scrunching her eyes closed she willed the voice in her head to stop. He thought she was beautiful. He wanted this. And the needy ache radiating from her core was driving her to desperation at the memory of his tongue.
He grabbed her hand and pulled her toward him, sitting on the bed when his knees hit the edge of the mattress. Scooting back fully onto the bed, he tugged her arm. Taking a slow, shaky breath she pressed down her self-consciousness, and climbed on top, straddling his waist.
He cupped her ass with both palms and slid her toward his face, causing her to lose her balance. A nervous giggle-shriek exploded from her as she leaned forward, bracing her hands on the headboard to right herself.
“Are you sure?”
“You’re killing me, Lizzy. Let. Me. Taste. You.”
What would Molly say? ‘Mount that fucking tongue and stop keepin’ that boy waiting!’
She shifted so her center was lined up with his mouth. Firm hands grabbed her hips and brought her down onto his face with a jerk. Her nerve endings exploded like fireworks on the fourth of July as his tongue met her clit. “Fuck!”
“Mmmmmmm, you taste so fucking good, Cleo.”
His eyes showed nothing but glee as he lapped at her clit between her legs. Her fingers curled around the edges of the headboard as she fought the urge to ride his face. Waves of pleasure crashed into her as her knuckles turned white.
He paused. “Stop. Holding. Back.”
“Fuck.” She let go of the headboard, scratching his scalp as she sank her fingers into his hair. His growl of satisfaction vibrated deep in her core as her eyes rolled back in her head. She moved her hips, slowly at first, but the hum of approval from between her legs soon had her grinding her clit against his hungry tongue, chasing her fast-approaching ecstasy. She screamed, and her thighs tightened around his face as her hips bucked with wave after wave of blissful release.
Muscles pulsating, limbs shaking, and damp with sweat, she crumpled into a heap next to him, slinging an arm across her forehead. “Fuck.”
He licked his lips, reached across to pluck two Kleenexes from the bedside table, and wiped up her wetness trickling down his chin.
“Let me help.” She took the tissues and wiped his glistening chin. Dotting a kiss on his cheek, she finished, then threw the tissues into the garbage can next to the bed.
She flopped onto the bed and let her head lol onto his chestwhich rose and fell with a contented sigh. “Anyone would think it was you that screamed the house down.”
His arm tightened around her waist, drawing her closer. “I’m just glad you got out of your own head and gave in. I know the physical thing is new, but we’ve been talking for a while. We’ve done the hardest part of getting to know each other; the sexy times are the easy part. And since you’re not fighting it anymore, you can admit we’ve always had chemistry.” He kissed the top of her head.
He was right. There’d been a spark from the moment her vibrator landed at his feet and she’s squashed it down assuming she never had a chance. The clock told her it was almost time to leave for class, but her chest tightened at the thought.
In her room they were in their bubble of bliss. Out there she was reminded that her mom would flip her shit if she found out about the delicious hockey player she was spending time with. Out there, would he pretend he didn’t know her? Would they hide their relationship from the world? Or worse still, people would find out and wonder what the hell a guy like him was doing with a girl like her.
Chapter 19
Lincoln
“Finally got the girl, eh?” Russ handed Jude a plastic, pink, princess cup, and turned to Lincoln. His friend being ordered around by a tiny, two-year-old spitfire was one of the highlights of Linc’s day. She kept handing him little toy cups and plates demanding he eat and drink her imaginary offerings.
Did he have her? He wasn’t sure. He wanted her, but she’d been keeping her distance since the morning she sat on his face. Unless she was a Hollywood actress, it couldn’t have been because he sucked in bed. Right? An unfamiliar feeling of uncertainty and self-consciousness seized his chest.
“I dunno about ‘got.’ She acted like she didn’t know me in class yesterday afternoon. We spent the whole morning in bed, but in English class she arrived at the last minute and bolted as soon as class was done. It’s like she doesn’t want to be seen with me.”
“Or…” Russ raised a hand. “And just hang in there with me for a moment. Maybe it’s not about you. Maybe she doesn’t want you to be seen with her.”
“Huh?” Linc folded his arms and leaned against the doorframe. “Wait, what do you mean it’s not about me? Isn’t everything about me?”
“Stop deflecting with humor, asshole—”
The little girl dropped her plastic plate and wagged a finger. “Daddy! Daddy naughty!” Her face twisted in a deep and angry scowl.
“Sorry princess. Daddy’s sorry for saying a naughty word.” He rolled his eyes at Linc who stifled a chuckle behind his fist. “It’s time to be real – you said she’s self-conscious, right? Not overly comfortable with her size? So maybe she’s trying to ‘save’ you from being seen with her by the skinnier, more popular girls that tend to gravitate toward jocks. Maybeshethinksyoudon’t want to be seen with her, and she’s making it easier for you by giving you space in public.”
“Damn. When did you get so smart?”
