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Her heart nosedived. She’d scared him away. He was accustomed to women who knew what they were doing, not outliers like her who hadn’t figured anything out. Even though she wanted to…with increasing urgency.
Had she misread everything? Had he set the stage when he’d walked—actually,stalkedout of her house the last time they were getting sexy?
No. What about all his blustering about kissing and touching her? Why didn’t he—
He tightened his grip and rubbed his fingers over the pulse beating rapidly at her wrists.
“What…” She licked her dry lips. “What are you going to do then?”
“I’m going to kiss you.” He tugged her closer. “Deeply.”
He didn’t give her a chance to take a breath. He closed the distance between them in a swift, decisive movement, like an eagle swooping out of the sky, and covered her mouth with his. Pleasure and relief billowed through her.
Though she was usually nervous just being around handsome men, kissing Lincoln inspired excitement, heat, and anticipation, but none of her earlier anxiety. Instead she was utterly certain, as if she’d known from the beginning that he was the man she needed.
He urged her lips apart, deepening the kiss. Their tongues touched. Liquid heat pooled in her core. She lifted her trembling hands to his chest and ran them across his hard pecs.
Though she ached to unbutton his shirt and touch his bare skin, she was mindful of the way he’d reacted last time. And it was no hardship to let him take the lead—which he did expertly. He kissed her thoroughly and slid his mouth across her cheek.
“Now I’m going to touch you,” he murmured.
Pushing the neckline of her shirt aside, he stroked his tongue into the indentation beside her collarbone. She shivered, aching for him to kiss her breasts, her nipples, her belly. She wanted to feel his mouth everywhere. He brought his hand to the top button of her blouse and flicked it open.
“I can’t tell you how much I’ve wanted to unbutton your sweaters.” He lifted himself off her slightly as he continued unfastening her blouse. “And mess up your hair. And kiss you right here…”
He pressed his mouth to the hollow of her throat. A moan escaped her. She was already throbbing, and they weren’t even half-naked yet.
Lincoln’s darkened eyes followed the V of her blouse as he opened each button to reveal her skin and cleavage. Grace didn’t have time to be embarrassed by her worn cotton bra, especially not with him gazing at her with such unconcealed lust. He pushed the shirt off her and snapped open her bra with a twist of his fingers.
“Goddamn…” He let out his breath at the sight of her naked breasts. “You’re perfect.”
Heat surged inside her. She wrapped her legs around his and tugged him back on top of her. Their lower bodies collided, the hard bulge in his trousers pressing right up against her thigh. Her breath stuck in her throat.
With a groan, Lincoln pushed himself off her and stood. In a swift movement worthy of every romantic movie she’d ever seen, he lifted her into his arms and strode to the bedroom. Then they were sprawled over her flowered comforter, his mouth on hers again, his hands palming her breasts.
Thought disappeared into a haze of growing desire. She didn’t have todoanything but respond…which she did with gasps, sighs, and moans as Lincoln worked his way down her body and eased her pants off. After dropping them to the floor, he pressed kisses over her belly and ran his hands up her inner thighs.
Sweat broke out on her forehead. His breath was hot on her skin. And when he delved his fingers underneath her panties and into her cleft, she arched upward with a sharp cry. He moved to kiss her again, his voice a low rumble of assurances and sexy encouragement.
Her mind went blank. Time stopped. The world became the press of his lips, the precise touch of his fingers, and the tense urgency tugging at her deep inside. He brought her to the edge several times before letting her fall into an explosive, thrilling whirlwind.
She clutched his shoulders as the pleasure rocketed through her, spurred by his husky murmurs and the continued pressure of his fingers. In response, she moaned, bucked up against him, and might have even bitten down on his lower lip.
“Oh my god.” With a gasp, she fell back against the pillows, too spent to be self-conscious about her enthusiasm or the fact that she was naked while he was still fully clothed. “I knew you were an expert at this.”
He smiled slightly and rubbed his palm over her torso. “I knew you’d be incredibly hot and responsive.”
She flushed. “You did not.”
“I did.” He kissed her throat. “One of the many reasons I’ve beenfixatedon you.”
Grace hesitated for an instant before brushing her fingers against the front of his trousers. “Don’t you want to…”
A rumbling laugh shook his chest. “More than I want to take my next breath. But not now.”
She lifted herself onto her elbow. “I’m not a total neophyte, Lincoln. I’m familiar with the male penis. More or less. Though in your case it seems to bemore. Much…more.”
He gave another snort of laughter and tugged her closer. “I just wanted to make you feel good. Youaregood. I mean, that’s why I think you could be doing bigger things, even if I explained that like a jackass.”
