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He slides my shorts off my legs slowly, dropping them on the floor at the foot of the bed.
With a sigh, I let my legs fall to the left side of the bed, my knees bent and feet hanging off the edge. He trails his fingertips along the outside of my exposed leg, sending shivers down my spine.
In one swift movement, he palms my waist, picks me up, and moves me toward the head of the bed. I land with a gentle bounce on the pillow, and he follows me, crawling up on his hands and knees until he's hovering over me again.
My heart races and my skin feels electrified, like little sparks of anticipation dance underneath the surface. My gaze drifts to his lips, parted slightly as he stares down at me with dark intensity.
He dips his head down and whispers against my lips, “Time for bed, sugar.”
It's barely a touch, definitely not a kiss, and I want more. He starts to back away, but I curl up and hook my arm around his neck, pulling him to me. I capture his mouth with mine, deepening the kiss immediately.
He tastes like decadence and smooth whiskey. Like the promise of a sleepless night.
He groans into my mouth, dropping some of his weight on me in the most delicious way. I feel his cock, hard and thick, pressing right against the apex of my thighs.
“Jesus,” I mutter against his kiss-swollen lips.
His answering chuckle is dark and knowing. And fuck me if it only turns me on further. My hands find their way underneath his shirt almost on their own, my fingertips exploring every dip and curve of his abs. I push his shirt up as I go, silently asking him to take it off.
He waits until my hands are brushing his pecs before he sits back on his heels. He slides his kutte off and sets it on the other side of the bed while I let my fingers continue their exploration of his stomach. Jesus this man is ripped though. My mouth waters just looking at him. Tattoos cover both of his arms, colorful pieces of art brought to life on his skin.
He reaches behind his head and grabs the collar of his tee, pulling it off in that stupid-hot move guys do. It's so similar to how Nova does it that it gives me the quickest flash of déjà vu.
I thought it might give me pause, but ironically, the opposite happens. I imagine how it would be if both of them were here, undressing for me.
I feel my eyelids droop, arousal thick and sluggish in my veins.
He grins at me and it's the single most carnal smirk I've ever seen in my life. My breath gets trapped in my chest, and it's all I can do not to squirm too much.
Like the man knows exactly what he's doing, he ever so slowly rolls his hips into me.
A low moan is torn from my mouth, and he swoops down and swallows it with his tongue.
We stay like that for what feels like an eternity, kissing and touching. His hands tease and caress, his touch never quite where I need it, and never with enough pressure. If I didn't know any better, I'd say he was teasing me—edging me.
My desire swells into something close to desperation. I roll my hips into his, longing for friction as my arousal soars.
He pulls back, and I take a gulp of air. “Stop teasing me, Lincoln.”
I feel his smile bloom against my skin. He skims his lips across the line of my jaw, nipping his way down my neck until he reaches my ear.
“Time for bed, sugar.” His voice is water-roughened stone.
“What?” I murmur, distracted by the way his scruff feels against my neck.
“It's time for bed, baby girl.” He punctuates his words by dragging his teeth along my earlobe.
“Are you kidding? I don't want to go to sleep. I want to come.”
I'm too far gone to care about how whiny I sound. I feel whiny.
“I know you do,” he murmurs. “But you're going to wait until I tell you to.”
I huff and stare at the ceiling, letting my hands fall to the bed beside me. But I keep my ankles locked around his waist. I feel the intrusive thought sink into my consciousness, and I'm just frustrated enough to let it slip free.
I slowly bring my gaze to his, defiance pouring from the tilt of my chin. “Maybe I should call Nova. He wouldn't leave me wanting.”
He chuckles, but it's not carefree or dripping in lust like earlier. It's all hard edges.
