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Chapter Thirteen
Lexi
My body is humming. My mind is blank. My heart is racing.
And I want more.
More of Linkin and his masterful mouth. More of his talented fingers. More of the fire he stirs to life in my soul.
But then reality sets in, and I realize I’m the hussy who just got off to her neighbor’s fingers (albeit thick, gifted fingers) on his couch with his twin brothers pretending to sleep down the hall. My entire body goes rigid, much like the erection I’ve been grinding on like a cat in heat.
“Don’t,” he whispers, after he pulls his finger from his mouth. Oh, God. That mouth. That finger. Just the thought is enough to make me want to come again.
“Don’t?” I pant. “I can’t believe we just did that.”
“I can’t believe we waited so long to do that.”
“You’re so frustrating,” I grumble, maneuvering myself back a bit. For some reason, my brain turns to mush when my body is in contact with his.
“I’m amazing. Stop fighting it,” he quips with that smirk I love to hate.
“You’re impossible, pushy, and cocky.”
“I love it when you say cock-y,” he says, flexing his hips in a slightly juvenile manner, but for some reason, it makes my palms sweat and my uselessly soaked panties…well, more soaked.
Chuckling, I shake my head at him. It’s funny that I was on the verge of an epic freak-out, then he calmed me down just by talking to me. He talked me off the proverbial ledge without even realizing it. He makes what we just did seem like the most natural thing in the world. Being with him, even when it’s something as casual as lunch, just seems…right. Easy.
“Go out with me,” he says, drawing my attention to bright brown eyes. I open my mouth to speak, when he cuts me off. “Dinner on Thursday. It’s my weekend to work, and I’ve got extra shifts this week to cover for a guy at the bar. I’ve got Thursday free and I want to take you to dinner.”
“Like a date?” I whisper, my throat suddenly turning dry, my tongue heavy with nerves.
Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve been on a date? I’ve been with Chris since our senior year of high school, and even then, our dates weren’t like adult dates. They were juvenile ones with pizza parties and football games. And when I attended cosmetology school and he went to State, our limited time was spent at our apartment, studying or working to cover the bills.
“Yeah, like a date. If I’m going to prove to you that my sperm is perfect for your future baby, I need to spend as much time with you as possible. You gave me a week, and well, unfortunately, I’m busy as hell this week at work. So, I’m going to steal as much time with you as I can, when I can.”
I pretend to think it over, but my decision is already made. Truth is, I want to spend time with him too. That thought both terrifies and excites me. It’s too soon, right? Yet, I find myself saying the only word I want to say. “Okay.”
“Yeah?” he asks, his eyes lighting up and the sexiest little smile crossing his lips.
“Yeah.”
I’m lost in his eyes, in the contentment he makes me feel, and the overwhelming excitement of this coming Thursday. Suddenly, he’s moving. Or I’m moving. Whatever. Our lips meet in the middle, hungry and savoring, and he kisses me like his life depends on it.
He’s really, really good at this.
He stops the kiss before it gets out of hand once more. And by that, I mean before he can slip his hands back into my pants, or I can return the favor. Because right now, I’m really wishing I was returning the favor.
“Come on,” he says all raspy and breathy. “I’ll walk you home.”
“Wow, such a noble and chivalrous gesture,” I reply, fighting a smile.
“Don’t confuse me with nobility, sweetheart. I’m two seconds away from hauling you off to my bedroom and tying you to my bed, where I’d keep you, moaning and screaming my name, all night long.”
Yes, please!
He chuckles. “Next time, Firecracker. Definitely, next time.”
Linkin helps me off his lap, takes my hand, and leads me to the door. In the hallway, he waits for me to get my key and unlock my own door. When it’s open, I turn to face him and almost stumble at the amount of desire radiating from his eyes.
