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Curious, I tilt my head back to sneak a peek at Lincoln. His jaw is tightly clenched, and a stern expression taints his features. He appears far from enthusiastic about dancing, especially with me.
Slowly, he tilts his head, locking his gaze with mine before allowing his eyes to travel down my body. I'm not donned in anything particularly extravagant tonight, just a short green mini dress paired with white platform shoes. However, the intensity with which he assesses me makes me feel as though I'm standing there in nothing but my bra and underwear.
I can't help but feel exposed under Lincoln's scrutinizing stare. I silently hope he's not much of a dancer and will swiftly shut down Ronan's whimsical suggestion.
The absurd part of the situation is that I had initially come here with the idea that I could somehow muster up the courage to make a move on him. Am I delusional? That approach would have never worked.
Lincoln's mere presence is so commanding that it has effectively eroded all the confidence I had mustered earlier. It's not his fault; it's just the way we both are. He's imposing and formidable, while I'm weak and unthreatening.
Lincoln's gaze finally lingers on me, his eyes traveling up and down as if he's savoring every detail. The remnants of his beer disappear, the glass clinking as it meets the table. Slowly, he rises from his seat, extending his hand toward me. I steal a quick glance over my shoulder at Leia and Ronan; their excitement is barely concealed in their expressions.
Just as I'm about to place my hand in his, an unfamiliar girl slips hers into his, prompting a sudden withdrawal on his part. She steps forward, trying to establish contact, her body brushing against his. I wish, in that very moment, the ground would open up and swallow me whole.
He shakes off her touch, shooting her an annoyed glare before leaning in to say something. She remains silent and quickly moves on to lock eyes with a different hockey player. Watching the guy I like being hit on by someone who appears more attractive than me is an uncomfortable experience, and it leaves my self-esteem in tatters.
Lincoln's gaze abruptly returns to me, and he takes a deep breath before bending down to take my hand and help me to my feet. He wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me close to him, our bodies aligning perfectly.
Leaning in so that his words are meant for my ears alone, he asks, "Dance with me?"
My head nods in agreement, my response swift. "Yes."
He rolls his lips inward, a sly smile lurking just beneath the surface. His gaze locks onto mine, pulling me toward the pulsating rhythm of the dance floor. With each step, my heart races, and I nearly stumble when I notice the crowd parting for us. It dawns on me—Lincoln is more popular than I thought.
I've always underestimated just how much people idolize athletes. Growing up with Elliott and Marcus desensitized me to this level of attention. I glance behind me, wondering if Leia is following, and sure enough, she is, dragging Ronan along with her. I should've known she would.
Lincoln and I come to a stop on the crowded dance floor, and his hands find their way to my waist. Leia catches my eye and gives me an exaggerated wink followed by a double thumbs up. Classy.
The music changes, and the lights start flashing in a kaleidoscope of colors. Everyone around us is grinding to the music, and, well, I'm not sure if I'm supposed to do that too. I sneak a peek up at Lincoln, and he's sporting a teasing expression, looking like he hasn't got a care in the world right now, which is a stark contrast to his usual demeanor. How many beers has he had?
His grip tightens on my waist, and he smoothly turns me around so that my back is pressed against his front. My body is flush against his, and, well, there's no other way to put it—my ass is pressed against his... you know. This is definitely not what friends do.
Lincoln dips his head, his lips finding the sensitive skin on the side of my neck. As we move together to the beat, his hands start to explore, and the world around us fades into a blur of pulsing music and electric tension.
He presses a kiss into my skin, and I gasp at the feeling. Before I can process that he just kissed me, my body is spun around, and I'm pressed into Lincoln's front. Our eyes lock, and I can feel the intensity of his desire as he slowly slides his hands from my waist onto my ass. He's searching for a sign that I don't want this, but when he doesn't find it, he groans, squeezes my ass, and pulls me closer.
One of his legs slides between mine, and he presses me down to put pressure on my most sensitive place. Dipping his head down again, he rests the side of his head against mine. My hands rest on his abs, fingers moving in a repeating motion up and down.
I can't believe this is happening. Desire courses through me, and my body reacts to his touch.
He speaks into my ear so that I can hear him over the music. "Is this okay?" I squeak out an embarrassing "Yes."
"Good," he murmurs. I can feel his chest rumble with laughter against my back. He pulls his head back, looks at me quickly, and then leans forward to rest our foreheads together. Our lips are a breath apart as we continue to move together, the rhythm growing more intense. I slide my right hand up until I grab the back of his neck, keeping us close.
One hand is on his stomach, the other holding us tightly. I can feel myself getting wet, the anticipation building with each grind of our bodies. His eyes shift down to see our lower bodies moving in perfect rhythm. I quickly follow his gaze and realize that he's hard.
Now that I think about it, I feel it pressed against my hip. I grind down onto his thigh, and he grinds into my hip in a repeating motion. I have no frame of reference regarding size, but whatever is rubbing against me is very large and very hard.
Oh god. This is obscene, and yet, I can't help but want more.
In a moment of desire and secrecy, I whip my head back, scanning our surroundings cautiously to ensure no prying eyes are fixed on us. To my astonishment, the world seems entirely oblivious to our forbidden connection. Not even Ronan and Leia, just a few feet away, spare us a glance.
With a calculated move, Lincoln dares to release one hand from my lower back, sliding it sensually up my waist. His fingers graze one of my breasts, before delicately passing over my neck, ultimately finding their destination as they gently grip my chin. He pulls my face closer to his, causing our lips to brush against each other once more.
Leaning in, he momentarily misses my eager lips, planting a tender kiss on the corner of my mouth. A yearning surges within me, wishing for his lips to truly meet mine. He continues to press a trail of kisses, a tantalizing journey from the corner of my mouth, down my jawline, until he leaves one last electrifying kiss beneath my ear. These intoxicating kisses, accompanied by his warm breath, send delightful shivers coursing through my entire body. Lincoln is swift to notice my immediate reaction.
In response to my involuntary shudder, he intensifies our connection, grinding against me with a raw intensity. His voice, now rough and deep, resonates close to my ear as he rasps, "God, sweetheart, you're so incredibly beautiful." His hand ventures down, finding its place around my neck. "Mm, so hot, driving me wild like this in public." He presses himself closer, ensuring I feel the undeniable hardness in his jeans. "Are you turned on? Is grinding against my thigh making you as wet as it's making me hard?" He asks, his words dripping with seduction.
My response escapes me in a ragged exhale near his ear, "Yes."
