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And I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like it. Hell, any woman with a pulse would appreciate Lincoln’s toned physique.

My shirt came off next, and then our lips reconnected in a frenzy. Lincoln stood, gripping my hips as I wrapped my legs around his waist. He took me to the bed and laid me down, then pressed his firm body atop mine. “God, I missed you,” Lincoln rasped as he pressed kisses along my jaw and neck.

My eyes fluttered close as I reveled in Lincoln’s touch. It’d been so long since I’d been intimate with a man, and my body yearned for attention.

The thought that we shouldn’t be getting physical since we had more important issues to focus on briefly flashed through my mind. Then Lincoln’s hand skimmed the waist of my jeans and slipped inside. All rational thought was lost as his fingers found my clit, and he started to play with the sensitive bud.

I bit down on my lower lip and stifled a moan. I hadn’t had a real orgasm in months, and the ways things were going, I was going to come undone before Lincoln’s cock even came out.

He continued to move down my body, feathering kisses along my skin as he reached my jeans. I glanced down at him as he looked up at me, his eyes glazed with lust as he continued to play with me. “You’re already so wet for me, baby. I can’t wait to sink my cock inside you and feel you come all over me.”

My core clenched with desire from his words. I watched as he unbuttoned my jeans and slipped them down over my hips, then tugged them off, leaving me in only my bra and panties.

Lincoln stood at the edge of the bed, his half-lidded eyes roaming over my exposed form. He unbuttoned his jeans and stepped out of them, never taking his eyes from me once.

As he stood before me in just his boxer briefs, my abdomen knotted with desire. His very prominent erection made me lick my lips in want, and the seconds seemed like an eternity as he stared down at me.

When we were teenagers, sex was something new and foreign to us. We had no idea what we were doing and learned as we went along. We were still becoming familiar with our changing bodies and raging hormones to fully experience everything that sex encompassed. We were always rushed and worried about getting caught, and never really got to savor it all.

But in that hotel room, things were different between us, more intense. As adults, we were more experienced, more in sync with our bodies. We didn’t have to worry about our parents walking in our room in the middle of the night, or the sheriff pulling up next to Lincoln’s truck when we were parked by the old water tower.

At that moment, it was just him and me. We had all the time in the world to explore one another and fully connect. And by the look in Lincoln’s eyes, he was going to thoroughly explore every inch of me.

Lincoln got down on his knees. He gripped my hips and pulled me to the edge of the bed, then draped my legs over his shoulders.

Kissing the insides of my thighs, his touch sent a shiver up my spine. “God, you’re perfect, Liv,” he rasped before dragging his tongue along the soft skin.

Lincoln worked his way up, sucking and licking the sensitive skin of my inner thigh until he reached my panties. He moved the silky fabric aside and wasted no time in reacquainting his mouth with my most intimate area.

A groan escaped him, rumbling against my clit. His tongue delved inside me as he drank me in, and I arched into him, needing more, wanting more.

“Lincoln,” I moaned, knotting my hands in the sheets as he nipped and suckled my sex.

His grip on my hips tightened as he continued to devour me. I tipped my head back in pleasure, biting down on my bottom lip to keep from moaning too loud.

Lincoln dragged his tongue from my opening to my clit, then teased the sensitive bundle. I writhed beneath him, on the cusp of coming from his talented mouth.

He’d definitely learned a thing or two since we’d been together last. He wasn’t the nervous teenage boy I’d fallen in love with; he was a confident man who still held my heart in his hands even after so much time.

Moving back down to my entrance, he slipped his tongue inside me. He slowly rubbed his thumb in circles on my clit, bringing me closer to climax.

Lincoln continued for several seconds, and it didn’t take me long to unravel. “Oh, God, Lincoln, I’m coming!”

“That’s right, baby. Come for me. Come all over my tongue and let me drink you up.”

And I did. I came hard and fast for him. My body trembled as fireworks exploded behind my closed lids. Lincoln’s grip on me tightened as he drank every last drop of my orgasm.

My body went lax as he licked me clean. “You taste so fucking good, Liv. I could eat that pussy all day and be a satisfied man.”

A smile tipped my lips. I was still floating down from the high of my climax, unable to move or really even think. I hadn’t had an orgasm like that since … well, I couldn’t remember the last time. Maybe ever.

I felt Lincoln moving up my body, then his hard erection pressed against my still sensitive pussy. My eyes fluttered open to Lincoln hovering over me.

He licked his lips as he stared down at me, and the hunger in his eyes was undeniable. After rounding third base, he was ready to drive home.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Liv.” He palmed my cheek. “Especially when you’re coming for me.”

My lower abdomen coiled with heat from his words. “So then why don’t you make me come again?”

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