Page 48 of Dancing With Lies

Lincoln’s jaw was centimeters from her lips, his face right there, just above hers. She made a sound that could have been a groan, or maybe it was just a sigh. She was acutely aware of how his skin pressed into her breasts, of how his hips pressed into her abdomen, as he held her against the wall. His hands still held her head, but they moved now, to take her hands in his. To move her arms over her head. To hold her hands clamped in his.

She started to move, to tell him to kiss her, but he just shook his head.

“Don’t.”

She didn’t want to argue, not when he was giving her what she’d wanted all along. What she’d wanted from the moment she saw him in the audience at that gala. She’d known, even then, that she couldn’t escape him. Lincoln had always had this quiet determination about him. She’d seen that look in his eyes that night, as if he’d been looking for her for a long time and now that he’d found her, he wasn’t going to let her go. It was the same look he had now.

“Let me just look at you, Roxie. I want to see you.” His right hand, gentle and unafraid, moved down her arm, along her face to cup her cheek, before he moved away so that his hand could move lower.

She stood there, letting him look his fill. The fact that his hand traced down her neck, to tease at a rigid nipple didn’t change her mind. She was about to ask him for more, but his hand moved further down her body.

His fingers splayed as they wandered down her ribs, pushing slightly as he found her flat abdomen. His face moved closer, watching his fingers, looking at every inch of her silky skin. If he’d just look up, she could kiss him. She could feel those warm, full lips of his against hers and she might die of wanting him.

“You’re beautiful, Roxie. Different now, even more beautiful.” He sounded like that didn’t make sense to him. “I thought of you as that girl I used to know for so long. It never dawned on me that you’d grown up, that you’d be this fucking sexy.”

His words pleased her, but what could she say? Sorry for growing up? Thanks for noticing I’d grown up.

He moved a fraction of an inch, looked up finally and she forgot to say anything.

His eyes consumed her, stole every thought from her head. If she’d found the will to form words, the moment his hand moved lower, the second his face came down to hers, she’d have lost the newly remembered ability. Instead, she gasped into his mouth, wrenched her hips to meet his fingers on her silky-smooth skin.

“Make that noise for me again, Roxie.” He said, his lips brushing against hers as he spoke.

She moaned instead, loving the way it felt to have his fingers on her, stroking her.

“Oh yes, just like that, Roxie. Such sweet noises.” He still hadn’t kissed her, but his words had and that was almost enough.

Roxie wanted to say his name, but she couldn’t remember what it was, not when his fingers slid between her flower-petal soft folds. She forgot her own name when his middle finger found her clit. Bright sparks lit up behind her eyes. Pleasure blossomed to life, until she panted against his lips.

“Open your eyes, let me see you.” He whispered, but she heard him, even over the sound of the rushing water. Or was that the blood in her ears? It didn’t matter, she just did as she was told. “That is incredible.”

She swallowed, letting him see her naked need for what it was. There was no need to hide anything from Lincoln, he would see it even if she tried to hide it. He always had, even when they were kids.

She caught her lip between her teeth, trying to concentrate on his eyes, on the sensations his finger wrought within her, but she wanted his lips on hers. He wouldn’t be hers until he kissed her, and she wanted him to be hers, even if it was only for tonight.

His exploration had ceased, now he was mining for what he wanted from her. And what he wanted was to get her off. She’d be happy to oblige him.

His lips brushed at the corner of her mouth as he drew tight circles between her legs. Roxie felt the slick glide of his tongue there and tried to turn her head, but he moved his head to deny her the kiss she wanted so much.

“No, not yet, Roxie. Not until I have what I want.”

He wanted her to give herself up to him, she knew that. It was a comfortable place for her, familiar, but not the same somehow. She’d submitted to people before, but never to Lincoln. Would he know what to do with her submission? Would he be able to handle that much control?

He was a newbie in that arena. For now, she’d let it play out, take what she could get. He wasn’t useless at this, not at all. The way he’d touched her so far spoke of experience, knowledge of how to please a woman, a grown woman. She’d give herself up to that.

His fingers remained on the most intimate part of her, stroking her to a tense need that left her feeling starved. She hadn’t had pleasure in so long, hadn’t felt the liquid heat of desire in eons. Now, she felt as though her pores oozed her need out like a siren call.

His hand moved when she found the pace again, when his lips found her ear. “I want to see you come, Roxie. I want to feel you getting off against me.”

A groan, somebody groaned, maybe her. His hand flattened out with his palm crushing gently into her clit as two fingers slid into her wet depths. She knew this was his game and she’d have to play it. He wanted to taste her, to know her, before he gave too much of himself.

He was a natural at domination, whether he realized it or not. She’d already given up far too much of her control to him, but she’d done it willingly. She’d give him all of it, if he’d only ask.

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Roxie

Her hips twisted against him, trapping his wrist between their bodies, preventing her from pressing into the thick length of his cock. She wanted to feel her fingers wrapped around him, to make him shudder with a need that could never equal what she felt, but she could try to wring it out of him.