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Something ignites in his eyes and he’s kissing me again, softly this time, teasing me. My body doesn’t need to be teased; it needs to be taken. By the way Lincoln smirks when he pulls back from me, he is very aware of what I need.
Instead of giving it to me, he grabs my coat and holds it open. I blush at the way he takes care of me. It’s something so simple, but it warms my heart like nothing else. Then we’re out the door, even as I look back, a little disappointed we aren’t wrapped up in each other inside…while naked.
Lincoln chuckles as he entwines our fingers and leads me out to his truck. Every time he’s taken me somewhere he has to help me get into the lifted vehicle which fits him perfectly but makes me feel much shorter than I am. I think he likes doing it, if the goofy grin he gets on his face every time is any indication.
It doesn’t take long for us to make it to the restaurant. When we’re sitting in front of it, I look between it and me. I don’t think I dressed up enough for this place. I also don’t want him spending so much money on me. He doesn’t need to.
As if reading my thoughts, he takes my chin between his fingers, pinching gently, before turning me to face him. His eyes darken as he takes me in. He always makes me feel like a bombshell and it always makes me blush.
“I know what’s going through your mind and you can stop those thoughts right there,” his voice is a raspy warning which has my nipples straining against the cups of my lacy bra. At least it’s padded. I don’t need him to always be able to see what he does to me. The way he smirks tells me he knows though. “Let me spoil you, Willow.”
“Okay,” I whisper.
He kisses my lips softly before hopping out of the truck and coming around to let me out. As he tucks my arm into his and leads me toward the entrance, he chuckles and sends a wink my way. “Anyway, the guys who own this place also own Aces, so I kind of have an in.”
I breathe a sigh of relief, hoping his in comes with a discount as well. I like food, but it doesn’t have to be expensive to impress me. We could be in pajamas on his couch eating pizza and I would be a happy woman. As long as he’s with me, it’s the only thing I need.
We’re seated quickly, though I notice the way the hostess’ eyes take in my man with appreciation. I don’t like it. Yes, he looks good enough to pounce on, but I’m the only one who gets to do it. When I look at Linc, it’s clear he didn’t notice her at all.
When the waiter comes to take our order, Lincoln takes notice. I can tell by the way his jaw ticks he doesn’t like the way the waiter is looking at me. I just stare into the blue eyes of the man I love and not give the guy a second look. I don’t want to. I’m more than content with what I have.
Satisfied with my behavior he smirks at me when we’re left alone after ordering. “How was your day, Willow?”
I grin at him, “So good. I’m almost done recording the audio book.”
My man looks at me with so much pride I feel it throughout my entire body. “Good.” He winks at me, “Did it give you some more inspiration?”
I giggle, feeling my cheeks pink. He certainly does get the benefit of me reading some spicy romance books because I usually jump his bones. I’m not the least bit ashamed of it either.
Where other guys made me feel sleazy because of what I do, especially narrating romance, he makes me feel sexy as hell for it. It’s one of his many superpowers right along with orgasms. Lincoln can make me come like no one else ever has and I swear it gets better every time. Don’t ask me how it’s possible, I have no idea.
“Maybe,” I give him my best innocent eyes. The little growl he lets out tells me I hit the mark perfectly. “How about you? Did you have fun with Lawson?”
His twin brother, who I’ve spent a little time with in the last few weeks, works as a construction company foreman. He’s a good guy and they are close. I suppose that’s normal for brothers, twins especially, but being an only child, I don’t have much experience in siblings.
They’re really cute together, making each other laugh and ribbing each other. I was a little nervous when I met Lawson the first time. Not only because he means so much to Lincoln, but because some people can be judgmental as hell and there is a 12-year age gap between us. I don’t mind it; I don’t even notice it.
I shouldn’t have been worried, Lawson accepted me with open arms. Not too open because Lincoln would have thrown a shit fit about it. Still, Lawson became a brother to me instantly. One I didn’t even know I needed in my life.
“I did,” he smirks at me. “I don’t know if he had fun or not, considering I had him over to my place to help me move some things around, but he didn’t complain about it.”
My eyebrows furrow together at his words. “Moving things around?”
Lincoln smiles at me, one of his big grins which always takes my breath away. He makes a noncommittal humming sound which makes me more curious. I don’t know what I thought they were going to do but moving things in his home wasn’t one of them.
I’ve been over to Lincoln’s house plenty of times. It was perfect to me. Before I can ask more questions, our food arrives and we start eating, the conversation light between us. I think we’ve gotten all the heavy get to know you things out of the way early on. We both know what we want in life and each other is a big part of it.
I find it so easy to talk to him. He never looks at me with judgement, only love. He always listens attentively, as if what I’m saying is the most important thing he’s ever heard. I don’t know how he manages to do it, but he never forgets anything either. Even the things I only say in passing.
I told him one day one of my favorite books isPride and Prejudice, but about how I’d lent my copy to a friend of mine a long time ago only to have it never returned and I never replaced it. Two days later he came to my place with a bag from a bookstore under his arm and a big smile on his face.
I opened it with a squeal finding my favorite book waiting for me. We then snuggled up on the couch for hours while he read to me. I got lost in the story all over again, his voice carrying me through the prose in a way I had never experienced before.
I hated when he had to go to work that night, but I’m never going to make him feel guilty for doing what he needs to do. He loves his job, and he takes it seriously. He’s shared with me some of his worries about what is going on at Aces lately. It bugs him things aren’t on the up and up and going wrong under his watch.
I know he’ll work hard to get to the bottom of everything.
It’s eating him up inside how I was put in danger, but I don’t hold it against him. Not even a little bit. It brought us together, as twisted as that sounds. He protected me which is the only thing which matters.
