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We didn’t have plans. I’d shot him a thank you text during my lunch break for the roses and he hadn’t said anything about picking me up.
But here we were, and I had no desire to say no.
“Yep,” I said in a too bright voice, and his gaze heated.
“Good girl,” he muttered, instantly drenching my panties. What was it about those words that universally ruined panties?
His gaze lifted, and he stared at something behind me—or should I say–someone. “Why don’t you introduce me to your friend before we leave?”
The comment seemed innocent enough, but there was an underlying tendril of madness that told me maybe that wasn’t such a good idea.
But hell, if having a superstar NHL hockey player as my date wouldn’t finally clue Connor in that I wasn’t interested, I wasn’t sure that anything else would.
“This is Connor,” I said as Lincoln released me, turning me around to face Connor and wrapping his arm tightly around my waist so I was pulled in close to his side.
Connor stood a few feet away from Lincoln and me, his eyes dark and angry as he stared at us. I felt Lincoln’s breath on my neck as he planted a soft kiss there, my insides sparking at the touch like the Fourth of July.
Connor’s jaw was tight, and his hands were balled into fists at his sides.
Lincoln, seemingly oblivious to Connor's discomfort, continued to kiss my neck, his hold on me tightening.
"Nice to meet you, Connor," Lincoln finally grinned, a clear taunt in his voice. “I remember you from my…presentation the other day.”
Connor didn't respond, but I could see the tension in his body, his jealousy and anger radiating off him in waves. He opened his mouth, but then snapped it closed and shook his head. Without another word, Connor turned and stormed away, leaving us alone on the sidewalk.
Lincoln stared after him, something in his gaze that I couldn’t read. After a long moment, he finally glanced down at me and smiled, scattering away any thoughts that weren’t about him.
As I looked up at him, my breath hitched in my throat. He was dressed casually in a simple light blue t-shirt and black jeans, but somehow, he made them look better than any designer suit. His golden locks were artfully tousled, and his honey-colored eyes were glowing under the light. Even his tan skin looked like it was lit from within, as if the sun couldn't resist kissing him.
I couldn't shake off the feeling of being overwhelmed by his beauty. It was almost unfair how effortlessly attractive he was. His tattooed hand came up and brushed some hair out of my face, and I softened against him.
“Thanks,” I said finally, scrunching my nose at him and wishing I was dressed better, or at least had bothered to wear my hair down today.
Lincoln's voice was low and smooth as he asked, "Does he bother you often?"
I shook my head in response. "Not really. He’s just persistent, and he gets a little too close for comfort sometimes."
Lincoln's grip on me tightened at my words, like he was tempted to steal me away at that admission. His hand slid into my hair and grasped my head possessively. "Tell me if he does it again. I don’t want anyone bothering my girl,” he growled, his fingers massaging my scalp as I relaxed into his touch. It was hard to remember that I barely knew him as his words skittered across my insides.
“Let me feed you,” he murmured, brushing his lips against my skin.
“I really need to do some homework,” I objected half-heartedly as his fingers continued to persuade me.
The thought of dinner that wasn’t packaged ramen sounded so good, though.
“You can work on your homework after dinner. I’ve got to review some tape before the game tomorrow anyway,” he cajoled. My eyes flew open, and I bit my lip. His gaze tracked the movement, his tongue licking along his bottom lip seductively.
I thought for a second, before hesitantly nodding.
That golden grin of his lit up the air as his lips pressed against mine in response, soft and warm as he angled my head right where he wanted it. His kiss was gentle, but with a hint of something more, something that licked at my insides. I melted into him, my fingers tangling in his hair, as I kissed him back with everything I had. The world around us faded away, leaving the two of us lost in the moment, lost in the feeling of our lips moving together.
“Is that Lincoln Daniels?” a girl suddenly squealed in disbelief nearby. Lincoln’s kiss hardened before he reluctantly moved away. My chest was heaving as I stared up at him.
“Let’s get going before more people notice us. I don’t want to share you with anyone,” he said, leading me down the sidewalk to the parking lot.
I scoffed. “They’d be part ofyourfan club,” I reminded him. “It would be more like me sharing you.”
“Mmmh, you haven’t realized quite yet just how perfect you are, dream girl.”
