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“It doesn’t matter,” I say with a shrug. “That was a long time ago.”
“Stop saying that,” Linc says, his voice hard now. “It does matter. The past matters, Harlow.”
His grip on my shoulders tightens slightly. Not enough to be painful, but enough that I risk a glance up at his face. Immediately, I realize I’ve made a mistake. The intensity in Linc’s eyes steals my breath. My heart hammers in my chest as we stand there, looking at one another. I wish I knew what he’s thinking. I wish he’d say something. I wish—
“I’m such an idiot,” he whispers.
I open my mouth to say something; I’m not sure if I planned to argue his statement or agree with it, but it doesn’t matter. I don’t get the chance to speak, because Linc’s mouth is on mine. A startled sound escapes me at the feel of his lips. My confusion only lasts for a second before I melt against him.
His hands tighten on my shoulders, holding me still for the onslaught of his mouth. His lips move over mine in gentle, but insistent caresses. I can feel hard ridges of muscle under my hands, and I realize that my palms are flat against Linc’s chest. When had I reached up to touch him? I don’t remember doing it, but it doesn’t matter now. I don't know what made him kiss me, and I don't care. All I know is how good his lips feel on mine. When his mouth opens and his tongue brushes mine, I stop thinking altogether and give in to sensation. All my feeble imaginings have been nothing compared to the reality of kissing Linc. Every nerve ending in my body feels alive right now.
The kiss deepens as Linc’s arms come around me, pulling me against him. I go willingly, sliding my hands up and around his neck. I feel like I can’t get close enough to him. After nearly 20 years of wondering what it would be like to have his arms around me and his lips on mine, I find that I don’t ever want it to end.
When Linc’s mouth leaves mine to trail over my jaw and down to my neck, a startled gasp escapes me. But I don’t pull away. I bury my fingers in the soft strands of his hair, holding him in place. A delicious shiver runs down my body, gathering between my legs. Shit. Am I really getting wet from one kiss? Linc’s hand slides lower, gripping my hip, fingers curling into the soft flesh of my ass and pulling me hard against him. His mouth comes back to mine as he walks me backward until my back touches the counter. Now, I’m trapped between his large body and the waist-high counter behind me as his mouth devours mine.
I strain to get closer to him, molding my body to his. He grips my leg, pulling it up around his waist. All at once I feel the hard press of his erection against my lower belly. Our height difference means it’s not hitting anywhere near where I want it to. But it’s so fucking hot to know Linc’s as turned on as I am right now.
“Fuck,” he whispers against my neck.
His hand trails up my side, sending a shiver of awareness through me. When I feel his thumb brush against the underside of my breast, I gasp and strain toward his touch. I want this man’s hands on me. I want his touch everywhere.
His mouth moves lower, over my collar bone. He peppers kisses over the exposed skin there, nearly bending in half to reach. All at once, he lets out a growl of frustration and moves back from me. Disappointment floods through me, and I open my mouth to ask him what’s wrong. Before I can speak, he reaches down and grips both my hips in his large hands. As if I weigh nothing, Linc lifts me up and sits me on the counter at my back. He looks at me, his mouth quirking up into a sexy grin.
“That’s better,” he says, stepping forward into the space between my legs.
This position means our height difference no longer matters. That becomes even more clear when Linc’s body presses against mine and I finally feel the press of his incredibly hard cock right where I want it. I gasp at the sensation as I wrap my legs around his back. The thin cotton of my dress does nothing to mask the feel of him between my legs.
He cups my face with one hand, holding me still for his mouth. His kiss has ratcheted up in intensity, driving my own hunger for him even higher. I hear someone moan and I’m shocked to realize it was me. I want nothing more than for this man to keep touching me. I want his hands everywhere on me, inside me. My thoughts scatter and there’s no room for anything in my mind except need.
When Linc reaches for the tie at my neck, I don’t hesitate. Reaching up, I pull the end of the tie, feeling the material loosen over my chest an instant before Linc tugs it down the rest of the way, exposing my bare breasts to his gaze.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs before lowering his head to plant kisses on the swell of my breast. "I should have told you that months ago. Years ago."
I'm stunned by his words, but too caught up in what we're doing to respond right now. I tangle my fingers in his hair, holding him to me as my hips strain against his erection. I’m rubbing myself shamelessly against him, but I don’t care. Every brush of his cock against my clit pushes me higher and higher. I think I could come from this alone, even with the barrier of clothes between us.
Linc cups my breast in his hand, lifting it as he lowers his head. I feel his tongue against my nipple, licking gently before sucking it greedily into his mouth. The sharp pleasure-pain makes me cry out, my hips rolling forward to rub against his cock again. The combination of his erection pressing against my clit and his mouth on my nipple sends a fresh wave of moisture to my pussy and wrings another cry from me.
Linc slides the dress down lower, leaving it to pool around my waist and expose more of me to his gaze. He moves to my other breast to lavish it with the same attention. All the while, I keep sliding my pussy against him, moving closer and closer to the peak. I know I’ll feel embarrassed later, but right now all I can think about is how good this man feels against me, how amazing his mouth feels on my flesh and how much I want to come.
Linc’s hips are moving now too, matching my frenzied movements, rubbing and sliding between my legs. His hands reach behind me and grip my ass, grinding me even harder against his cock as he sucks my nipple into his mouth again. The strangled moan that escapes me is one I know I’ve never heard myself utter before. I can feel the tell-tale pulsing begin low between my legs as Linc thrusts against me again, timing his movements with the suction of his mouth on my nipple. I can’t believe I’m about to come without anyone even taking their pants off.
“Fuck,” I moan. “Yes!”
Linc’s hips move faster, his fingers digging into my ass as his cock slides over my pussy again and again, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. My fingers tighten in his hair as my pussy clamps down on nothing. His teeth close over my nipple and the sharp sting is enough to send me flying. I cry out as waves of pleasure course through me, my body shaking with the force of the orgasm. Linc keeps thrusting against me, driving my orgasm on and on. His fingers tighten on my ass, and he groans against my breast. A shiver goes through him, and he finally stills against me.
Neither of us moves for several seconds, our harsh breathing the only sound in the room. As my breathing begins to slow to normal, I register a few things. One of which is that I just had one of the best orgasms of my life without taking my panties off, all while sitting on the counter in my salon. The second is that things feel a little messier between my legs than they should after an orgasm. It takes me a second to understand the implications.
“Um,” I say, not sure how to phrase my question. “Is that—”
Linc keeps his head lowered, not meeting my gaze. “I should go.”
He pulls away from me, turning away quickly, but not before I see that he’s got a significant wet spot on the front of his pants. That’s not all from me, I know. Yes, I was shamelessly grinding myself against him. I also know how wet I was while doing it. Wow.
“Wait,” I say, scrambling off the counter. “Don’t leave.”
“I’m sorry,” he says, running a hand through his hair, looking everywhere but at me.
“I’m not,” I say, making him stop and look at me.
