Page 68 of Book of Love


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“It’s not wrong.” He flexed his hand on her lower back. “In fact, nothing has ever felt more right.”

Pleasure flooded her. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and let him carry her into the bedroom. She kicked off her shoes before he lowered her onto the bed. He planted both hands on the mattress as he pressed his lips over her cheek and back to her mouth. They engaged in several long, delicious moments of kissing before she pushed her hands under his shirt to touch his taut skin.

A shiver of delight rained through her. His abdomen was a landscape of hard ridges bisected by a trail of hair arrowing down into his jeans. She stroked her hands upward, marveling at the coiled power leashed in his muscles.

Before she could explore further, Lincoln lifted himself away from her and moved down to ease off her skirt. Though he’d already seen her naked, Grace couldn’t prevent the flush sweeping her from head to toe as he slowly stripped off all her clothes, pausing every now and then to kiss her in various places—her bare hip, her thighs, her breasts.

She twisted her fingers into his thick hair. That he knew exactly where to touch her to intensify her lust was no surprise. She’d been waiting for him. She knew.

By the time he’d made his way back up to her mouth, she was trembling with excitement. Based on his rough breathing and the unsteadiness of his hands, she was having as potent an effect on him as he was on her.

He groaned. “I almost forgot I don’t have a condom.”

“Under the bathroom sink.” She bit down on his earlobe. “I’ve always been ready for the right lightning.”

He left her for less than a minute before returning from the bathroom. After tossing the box on the nightstand, he climbed back onto the bed. Grace pulled at the front of his shirt. “Take this off.”

Instead, he took one of her nipples between his teeth and tugged. Heat shot to her core. She clutched his shirt again. She was quite clear on the fact that both participants were usually naked while having sex, and she really wantedhimnaked.

He slipped his hand between her legs. The whirlwind of sensations drowned out her vague frustration over the barrier preventing her from touching his bare chest.

Then his mouth was on hers again in a deep, drugging kiss that had her sinking under a suffusion of need.

“Lincoln…”

He eased up only far enough to allow her to fumble with the button fly of his jeans. Her heart raced and her fingers shook as she pushed his jeans and boxers off.

Grace swallowed to ease the dryness in her throat. Even if she’d had multiple sexual partners, she was quite certain that none of them would have been nearly as well-endowed as he was. And while she was no prude or total innocent, she couldn’t prevent a sudden surge of trepidation.

Because…holy hell.

He kissed her and guided her hand to his shaft. She curled her fingers around him and stroked. A sharp, hot pull tugged low inside her. He murmured a deep noise of satisfaction and ran his palm up her inner thigh.

Grace lost herself in the pleasure of their mutual explorations. The air filled with groans, sighs, and whispers. Lincoln’s reputation for being good at everything was incredibly well-deserved. He primed her body as if he were tuning a Stradivarius, and by the time he’d put on a condom and was positioning himself between her legs, she was panting with urgency.

She gripped his shoulders. He began easing slowly inside her. Her body curved upward, meeting him halfway. Tension corded his muscles as he held his weight off her. His jaw tightened.

“Lincoln.” His name came out on a moan of need. She twisted her hips. “Comeon.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.” His voice sounded strangled.

“You won’t, I promise.” She fastened her legs around his thighs. “Please.”

The plea seemed to break his rigid self-control. With a groan, he sank heavily inside her.

All the breath stuck in Grace’s throat. He stilled, his whole body iron-hard as he waited for her to adjust to the feel of him inside her.

She shifted, gulped in air, flexed her hands on his powerful arms. Sensation throbbed from the point of their union throughout her entire body.

She arched toward him in silent entreaty. Gently he moved back and forward again, creating a slow, easy rhythm that had the breathtaking effect of both electrifying and soothing her.

She fisted her hands in the back of his damp shirt, sensing his restraint as he urged her arousal higher and higher. In what felt like a second and an eternity wrapped into one, he thrust deep inside her right as she broke.

His mouth came down on hers, capturing her sharp cry of pleasure. As she was still convulsing around him, he surrendered to his own release with a groan that resonated in her blood.

Gasping, she fell back against the pillows, spent and exhilarated. Lincoln rolled to his back and rested his hand on her thigh. “You okay?”

“God, yes.” She shifted to face him. A trickle of sweat rolled down his temple, and a flush of exertion darkened his cheekbones. “Thank you.”

He chuckled. “Believe me, it was my pleasure. That was amazing.You’reamazing. Amazing Grace. I should come up with something less cliché, but I’m in no mood to think right now.”

Neither was she. He tugged her closer so she could rest her head on his shoulder. Funny how she fit so perfectly against his side, all of her curves tucking into the planes and hollows of his body.

As if they could fuse together. As if they were right.

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