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One lick, right up the center, parted her slick, lower lips. She shivered and hissed, her eyes rolling back. His wet, warm soft tongue licked, and flicked, and swirled everywhere but her clit, teasing—tempting her with sweet torture. Everywhere he touched burned white hot as if he was searing her with his own desire.
Whimpering, she arched her back, trying to move his tongue to where she needed it most. He growled, pressing her belly down roughly as he sucked her clit into his mouth. The pain melded with the pleasure, sending her swirling into bliss.
“Yes! Link!” She grabbed his head, pulling his hair.
Raking his teeth over her clit, he added a finger inside her as he sat. Her juices glistened over his mouth and chin. He licked his lips, causing her whole body to shudder in response. The way his dark gaze locked on her brought a wave of sensual power rushing over her, drowning her in a flood of desire.
“Fuck me. Please?” There was that word again. She couldn’t stop begging this man for everything he was willing to give. Emma was wanton and reckless. Nothing mattered but the hollow ache that only he could fill.
He stopped to play with her breasts. Fuck that. Fuck me.
Emma unbuttoned his pants and tore the zipper down before yanking his pants to his knees. She’d waited too long for this. They could do slow next time. Emma wanted him, and each second without him filling her felt like an eternity.
Shoving him backwards so he leaned against the couch, she crawled over him. His hazy surprise quickly morphed into a smirk. She settled onto his lap; his thick cock pressed against her slick folds as she kissed him. Her essence on his lips only added to the forbidden rush. This kiss was more intoxicating than the tequila, sending hot pulses of lust vibrating through her.
His hands explored her body, squeezing her ass as she lifted her hips enough to take his thick, hard cock into her hand.
“Fuuuuck,” he gritted out before jerking her hips over him. In one swift motion, he was buried deep inside her.
“Oh, God!” A bolt of lightning striking her body couldn’t have been more shocking to her system. No man had ever fit her like this. “You’re fucking perfect,” she moaned as she thrust her hips up and down, riding him. The abrasive rug cut into her knees; the alcohol numbed the pain. Every cell in her body buzzed, drunk on tequila and pleasure.
He sucked the white flesh of her breast into his mouth, marking her, as she clenched around him.
“So good. Better than I’d imagined,” he mumbled into her neck.
He’d imagined this before?
Her thighs clenched over his as she held on to him, digging her nails into his shoulders. Pleasure wracked her body.
His fingers tangled in her pink-and-blue-tipped blond hair, tugging it back so she had no choice but to look at him. It was like he knew exactly what she liked—what she wanted.
“That’s right, little bird. Come for me,” he growled, lifting his hips to meet her thrust for thrust.
Sharp pricks of teeth bruised the tender flesh of her neck, sending her shooting past the stars and into a whole new plane of ecstasy as he tensed under her. His muscles bunched and grew taut under her touch, pulling her into a bourbon-and-sex-soaked kiss.
She panted. Her hard nipples pressed against his chest. Sweat glistened off his body, his eyes barely open. Her own were growing heavy. Spent and in a cloud of bliss, she rested her head against him.
Holy shit. I just had sex with Link.
After all the years she’d lusted after him, craved him, she finally had him. Emma may have lost one man today, but she’d gained another. They would have each other to get through this.
She closed her eyes, the steady rhythm of Link’s heartbeat lulling her to sleep.
4
Link
Who the fuck was playing the drums in his house? And why did his mouth feel like it was stuffed with cotton balls? Link cracked his eyes open. Big mistake. He winced at the light. Damnit. The percussion was coming from a splitting headache. He groaned and forced his gaze to survey his surroundings.
Why am I naked in my living room?
The soft body against his nudged closer.
Fuck, what did I do last night? Or maybe who would be more accurate.
He studied the naked backside of the blonde on his arm. She had a really nice ass. He moved his arm out from under her and sat carefully. Every muscle ached from spending the night on the hard floor. His head was pounding. The empty bottles of bourbon and tequila on the coffee table were explanation enough.
What was the last thing he remembered? He lowered his head in his hands.
