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I laugh, still shaking my head. “So, why didn’t you ever make a move?”
He shrugs. “For starters, you weren’t always single.”
“Don’t remind me.”
Grinning, he traces a finger over my breast and around my nipple, causing my skin to break out in gooseflesh. “But mostly, I was convinced you wouldn’t be interested in me that way. We didn’t know each other all that well. And you’re so much cooler than I am.”
I burst out laughing at that. “Me?” I gasp. “The band nerd? Cooler than Mister Football God? You’re delusional.”
He sighs. “I keep telling you, high school was a long time ago. Who we were then doesn’t matter now. And for the record, you weren’t a nerd. I thought you were adorable in that uniform.”
My face goes red. I try to cover it with my hands, but Linc pulls them away easily.
“Don’t hide from me, Harlow,” he whispers. “I’ve already seen all of you, remember?”
His voice is low and sexy. I can feel him, hard and insistent pressing against my hip. The reminder of the scene in the bathroom earlier is enough to make me ache with wanting. I feel myself growing wet.
“Tasted all of you.”
He leans in to kiss my lips.
“Touched all of you.”
His hand trails lower, down over my belly and toward the junction of my thighs.
“Been inside you.”
His fingers slide between my legs, lightly teasing my already wet flesh.
“Felt you come on my mouth and my dick.”
I suck in a shaky breath as his fingers graze my clit. My hips move, seeking more of his touch. His words bring back the memory of what we did in the bathroom earlier. His dominating presence, his filthy words as he filled me with his hard cock. I feel myself grow wetter as a shiver of desire courses through me.
“Heard you scream my name.”
His fingers slide into me with a quick thrust, pulling a gasp from me. He holds his hand still, keeping me impaled on those two fingers. I clench my inner muscles, knowing he can feel the movement. Linc grins down at me.
“You like that, don't you?" He growls.
I nod.
"You like when I'm rough with you. When I take what I want."
I nod again, though he wasn't asking me a question. His eyes are intense as he watches my face. His fingers are still deep inside me, unmoving.
"Do you want more?”
"Yes," I whisper, clenching around him again.
"Ask for it," he says in that commanding voice I love.
My heartbeat ratchets up a notch. "Please."
"Not good enough." He begins to ease his fingers out of me.
"No," I cry out, reaching for his hand to stop him.
"Ask for what you want, Harlow," he commands.
