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He caged me against the wall, his gaze so fucking…interested.
I’d never felt more seen before in my entire life.
I’d been the shadow in the corner ever since I was little, first forgotten by my mother, and then unwanted by all the foster parents that came after.
Lincoln’s attention was heady. It was addicting. It was already a craving I didn’t know how to get rid of.
“Lincoln,” I whispered.
He closed his eyes as if he was in pain. “Love the way you say my name, dream girl.”
Butterflies were free-falling in my stomach as I absorbed the tenor of his voice, the way it seemed to caress my skin.
Dream girl.
“I didn’t know you’d be here,” he murmured, one of his hands suddenly cradling my face, his thumb brushing against my cheek. I had the urge to nuzzle into his hand, but I held myself back.
This was all moving way too fast. But he was intense and spellbinding…and I was hooked.
I didn’t even try to move away from him.
“Neither did I. It was a last minute call.”
“I’m so fucking glad you are.”
He smiled lazily, a brief flash of perfect white teeth against his tanned skin.
“Lincoln-”
He cut me off…
With a barely there kiss, a brush of lips, that nonetheless had me gasping. The sound seemed to spur him on, and he boldly parted my lips with his tongue, not an ounce of hesitation anywhere to be found.
The air crackled around us with electricity as if the universe knew something magical was happening.
I melted as his tongue slid over mine. There was an ache deep in my core growing with every pass of his mouth. He moved forward, until we were perfectly flush. Until I could feel everything. The hardness of him. My heartbeat a roar in my ears.
His hands gripped my hips, tiny pinpricks of pain where he touched, like he was afraid I’d disappear if he let go.
My reaction to him was violent. I’d never in my fucking life done anything like this. I’d just met him in person and yet I had the urge to let him doanythinghe wanted to me. One of his hands moved from my hip, to the base of my neck. His fingertips gently gripped me, massaging my throat gently and igniting a trail across my skin. His lips left mine, and I whimpered, the sounds only to be replaced by soft moans as his lips ghosted over the sensitive spot I had behind my ear.
My body was lax, melted against him. His smell enveloped me, a combination of fresh, crisp notes, mixed with something deeper and more masculine. It was a heady scent that made my knees weak and my heart race with desire.
His length felt huge nestled against my stomach.
Then his lips returned to mine, a feverish energy behind his movements. His kiss turned desperate, a combination of lips, tongue, and teeth. "Fuck," he breathed, pressing harder against me, the gravelly sexiness stoking the ache between my thighs.
Another whimper escaped my lips, building in intensity as my hips rocked against him, lost in the lust burning between us.
I gripped his shoulder with one hand, while the other wrapped around his waist, exploring the hard, powerful muscles of his back. The sensation of his strength under my hands fueled my desire even further.
"Ride my thigh, baby," he commanded, his hand on the small of my back holding me in place. Unable to resist, I rubbed against his hard thigh, shivers of pleasure spiraling through my body, my mind clouded with lust and longing.
"Make yourself cum, Monroe," he growled into my ear, his voice rough and demanding. His hand on my neck squeezed, forcing me to stare up at him. He searched my gaze, for what, I wasn’t sure. But I hoped he found what he was looking for.
I wanted to be special to him. I wanted to be different from the millions of girls I imagined had come before. I wanted more of him. I wanted everything.
There were gas lanterns on the walls in the hallway, the flames set to flicker, casting shadows across his features as I stared up at him. He was too gorgeous to resist. I wanted him to make me fly.
