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Chapter thirty-eight
If you knew it might be your last day on Earth with someone you loved, how would you spend it?
Lincoln and I spent ours naked—mostly—except for when we cooked. He placed an entire order on Instacart and we made a taco bar out of his kitchen island, complete with a margarita machine for me and a six pack of Corona for him.
When it came time for dessert, all bets were off. He dipped his finger in banana-flavored ice cream and trailed it all over my body—around my hard nipples, down to my belly button,insidemy belly button, and between my thighs. And then he feasted on me like I was his last meal.
I did the same to him, then we took our time washing it all off in the shower.
These moments with Lincoln were everything I’d ever wished for. They were so much more than stolen kisses in closets or late night visits in my penthouse after Tatum had gone home. We finally got to just… be. And thanks to Fate’s cruel sense of humor, thesemomentsmight be all we ever get.
After the shower, he toweled me off, then led me into his bedroom. “Close your eyes and hold your hands above your head. There’s something I want to give you.”
“What?” This better not be some kind of BDSM body clamp shit. If there was one thing I knew about Lincoln it was to expect the unexpected.
“You heard me.” He lifted my hands above my head, then leaned down to bite my exposed nipple.
“What the fuck, Linc?”
He arched a brow. “You didn’t listen.”
I rolled my eyes, then closed them tight. The cool air made my skin pebble then I felt the soft brush of fabric on my hands, then down my arms and over my body.
“Now you can look.”
I glanced down at the white t-shirt now covering my chest, and my heart dropped to my stomach. “Lincoln…”
He stood in front of me, silent, his eyes a hazel wonderland—green with hints of brown, like the forest. Smoldering yet playful. His gaze dropped to my mouth, then slowly, lazily, moved back up to my eyes as he licked his lips.
“I like you in that shirt, Songbird.” His voice was gritty and raw as if the words had to claw their way through his emotions to escape.
That night in his room, the one that started it all, he’d torn my favorite t-shirt in half. My dad had bought it for me because when I was little, I used to watchDirty Dancingon repeat because… Johnny. Apparently, I always was a sucker for the bad boy. One day Dad brought home this white shirt that saidNobody puts Baby in a corner. I wore that shirt everywhere, even when it got too small—which would explain why my nipples poked through the fabric that night. I didn’t do it to tease him, but I was glad as fuck it did.
And Lincoln had just slipped one exactly like it over my head.How?
When?
He hadn’t left my side since we got back from Tatum’s. Which meant…Oh my god. My breath caught on the lump in my throat. My heart pounded and ached, every swallow burned, and tears stung my eyes. He’d turned his memories into a physical reminder of me, just like I had done with the pictures of him on my phone. We’d spun our heartache into threads of hope, something tangible, somethingreal. He was letting me in, giving me a tiny glimpse of his grief, telling me he never let go.
“You think you can make it through tonight without ripping this one to shreds?” I asked because I didn’t want to waste another second in sadness. We couldn’t go through that again—neither one of us would survive it. The pain would obliterate us both.
He grabbed my ass and lifted me up. “The only thing I’m tearing up tonight is your pussy. You think you can handle that?”
I hooked my legs around his waist. “Why don’t you try me and find out?” Then I leaned down and pulled his lip between my teeth.
He buried his face in my hair and breathed me in as he walked me to the bed, then laid me down.
Lincoln stood at the end of the bed, towering over me, his dark gaze zeroed in on me. “Show me what I do to you.” He leaned down and held my knees in his hands, inching them apart achingly slow. “Show me what I do to that sweet little cunt.”
Pure hunger coiled around his words. The knowledge that I did that to him, I made him that way, and of the things he would do to my body because of it set me on fire.
I wanted more. More of that look. More of those words. More of his approval.
My hand slid between my thighs, and my fingers parted my lips, leaving me open and completely exposed to him.
His hands moved down my thighs, spreading me wider as he went. Something feral echoed in his chest, low and deep. His eyes stayed locked on my pussy as he climbed between my legs. He brought his hands around to my ass, holding handfuls of flesh tight in his grip. His cock, hard as steel and thick teased my entrance.
I bowed my back and arched into him, shamelessly rubbing myself against his erection the same way I did that night in his room.Please.Heat blossomed all over my skin, spreading like wildfire through my veins.More.I needed more.
