What started apologetic and soft, turned hungry, fast. He kissed her as though she was the air he needed to survive, as though he hadn’t taken a single breath in the week they’d been apart.
She melted into his unyielding hands, holding her against him. She stepped back, cold metal meeting her spine. Snaking her arms around his neck, she pulled him closer.
Even body to body, he was too far away. She fisted his shirt, and their kiss swallowed his moan of approval.
Whoops and hollers, applause and cheering jolted them from their voracious kiss and their heads collided as she startled.
“Take that beautiful woman home and show her a good time!”
She turned to hide her sizzling face in Linc’s shirt with a giggle. “Oh my God, Lincoln!”
His arm tightened around her waist. “I don’t want to wait.” His low growl sent chills up her spine. She clenched her thighs.
“I’m not exactly wearing accessible clothing, Lincoln.”
He couldn’t mean what it sounded like he meant. Threading his fingers through hers, he led her a few feet along the sidewalk. “Don’t care. The park’s up ahead. If I don’t get inside you soon, I’m going to ruin these pants, Cleo.” He paused, searched her face with questioning eyes. She nodded once. He grinned.
The buzz of anticipation was almost deafening. She’d never thought about sex in a public place before, let alone followed through.
He came to an abrupt halt next to a waist-high wall which lined the park. A small building flanked the other side. He turned to face her, jaw rigid with tension, eyes somehow still shining even in the dull light. Cradling her face with both hands, he placed a chaste kiss on her forehead. “My beautiful Athena… when we get back to your apartment, I will worship you like the remarkable goddess you are. But for right now? I’m going to fuck you senseless.”
Her face heated, the urgency lacing his words making her dizzy.
“Lizzy…” His voice was strained. “I’m not kidding. Pull those yoga pants down and bend the fuck over the wall.” He’d already freed his dick from his pants and was tearing a condom wrapper with his teeth while he slid his hand along his length in languorous strokes.
Hooking her thumbs into the band of her pants, she wiggled them off her hips. Had anyone ever wanted her so desperately? Had she ever been so fucking wet?
As she bent to shove the fabric over her knees, she looked over her shoulder as she worked the pants down her legs.
Sliding the jersey up, a hiss escaped between his teeth. “Miss Bennet, that is one fine-as-fuck ass.” He licked his bottom lip before rolling it between his teeth.
Whose life was she even living? She had the hottest guy in Minnesota eyeing her like he was a starving man and she was the last meal on earth.
His hand trailed up her inner thigh. “I’m telling you now, I’m not going to last long. I know I should be ashamed of myself but… fuck.” His head lolled against her back as his fingers met her wetness, and she bit down an embarrassed moan. “So fucking hot.”
She willed down the nervous discomfort of being so shamefully turned on and coaxed herself to get out of her own incessant mind.
He lined up with her entrance and she wiggled against him, urging him inside her.
“Glad to know I’m not the only hungry one in this relationship.” He eased into her on a sigh, her walls stretching to accommodate him, and she bent farther forward, shuffling her feet apart.
“Hold on tight, Lizzy.” He wrapped an arm around her, bracing her stomach, pulling her against his chest. She gripped the wall and tensed around his cock.
She’d never felt so wanted, so wanton, so needy. Before Lincoln, her whole life had been spent hiding pieces of herself so no one would see, no one would judge, no one would crush her with their words.
His fingers found her clit and she shivered at the jolt of pleasure. He pulled out before sliding all the way back in, building a rhythm with his hips.
His free hand worked its way under her layers of clothing. Tearing the cup of her bra from her skin, he freed her breasts and sought out her tightly budded peaks. She cried out as he rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, driving his impossibly hard cock deeper inside her with every thrust.
“Lincoln…” Her shallow pants were irregular, and her body, shuddering. “Not going to last…”
“Come for me, Lizzy.” His demand spoke straight to her core. She was a passenger to the orgasm building. When her legs trembled, he gripped her harder. Her fingers curling around the edge of the wall were numb, as his lips nipped and kissed her neck. She felt him everywhere.
In the romance novels she’d read, when the hero demanded the heroine come for him, she all but came undone around his oversized cock in an instant. Cleo had always considered it pure fiction, until Lincoln was growling in her ear to come for him.
Her entire body surrendered to his will. Her muscles clenched. Her breath caught. Waves of undulating pleasure coursed through her as her orgasm burst from deep inside.
She tried to muffle her scream, turning her head into her shoulder, but when he pinched her nipple, she threw her head back against his chest and stopped caring who heard.
