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He grinned like a fool. “Night, Freckles.”
Linc didn’t have a grin on his face when he woke. More of a grimace. She’d come over to his side of the bed during the night, which made him happy, but his cock was hard, painfully so. She was burrowed into his side, pressing all her lush curves against him. Her silky hair teased his skin as he smelled her apple shampoo.
She had a hand settled against his abdomen, just barely above the waistband of the boxer briefs he’d worn to bed last night. Her nipples pushed against him and he prayed to whoever was listening that he wouldn’t do something dumb.
“Freckles.”
Christ, even his voice sounded like a cry for help.
She moaned and shifted against him, her hand swiping over his erection before she flopped on her back. “Linc.”
He dug his short nails into his palm as he turned toward her. Plump lips parted, tousled hair all over, giving her the sultry vixen look without even trying. The shirt she’d worn to bed had inched up, letting him see the soft swell of her stomach.
God, if she would just let him show her how he saw her, she wouldn’t ever have doubts again about how beautiful he found her. Emma reached for the sheet at her thighs and he bit his lower lip as he watched her hand trail over her lower body and pull it up.
Jaw clenched tight, he slipped from bed and stumbled to the shower. Turning on the water, he let it heat up as he took shuddering breaths. Realizing he forgot his clothing, he stepped out only to freeze.
“Linc.” She moaned again and he walked to the doorway and peered into the bedroom.
“Fuck me.” The words were guttural and ripped from his throat.
Her hand was below the blanket and between her legs as she rode her fingers, her lips passing his name to the air. His cock jumped and he grabbed himself and squeezed. Turning his back on her was the hardest thing he’d ever done in his life.
She had to invite him to her. He wasn’t going to take advantage. No matter how much he wanted to replace her hand with his tongue and taste her. Linc shucked his boxers and stepped into the shower, hands braced on the wall as he let the water fall around him.
He made a decent amount of noise when he finished his shower. She was up and seated on the edge of the bed. He saw the flush on her cheeks but didn’t point it out.
“Morning, Freckles.”
Her gaze ran over him and she didn’t speak. He cleared his throat and lifted an eyebrow.
“Morning.”
“I’m going to order some breakfast while you get ready. Anything specific you want?”
“Waffles?”
“Okay.” He walked toward her and brushed a light kiss over her mouth, then went to the phone beside the bed, wearing nothing but the towel wrapped around his waist.
She kept her distance from him in the two-room suite until the food was delivered. Then she walked out. The hotel robe was huge on her.
Personally, he liked his clothing on her better.
When she sat at the table, he made sure to sit in a chair beside her, not across from her. Linc slid her order in front of her and she gave him a shy smile. He watched as she cut up her waffle.
“Just going to watch? Or do you need me to cut up your food?”
He held her gaze. “I don’t mind watching. In fact, I like that a lot.”
She gulped but didn’t look away. “I feel like you’re talking about something other than food, but I’m not sure what. Therefore, I’m going to ignore that.” She pointed at his plate. “Eat. We have to leave in less than two hours.”
He ate.
They got dressed after finishing up breakfast. Leaning in the doorway to the bathroom, he watched her fix her hair. She met his gaze in the mirror and gave him a smile. Shaky but he would take it.
“Is this okay?”
He ran his gaze over the navy dress that hugged every one of her curves.
“Perfect, Freckles.”
She set the brush down and exhaled at her reflection. He moved up behind her, his tie loose around his neck.
“You’re missing one thing.”
“Is this where you give me a ruby and diamond necklace like in Pretty Woman?”
He held her gaze. “You’re not a hooker and I don’t think you’re a ruby woman. I see you in something pink, blue, or purple.” Linc moved closer until his chest brushed against her dress. “Diamonds are another option.”
The moment she spied the black box in his hand, her eyes widened, her gaze flicking up to his every now and then like she expected the box to vanish before her eyes.
“What is this?”
“Open it.”
…
Hands trembling, Emma complied. Her nails had been painted a shimmery wash of dusky cool blue. She and Dawson had treated themselves to a spa day before she’d come here—not in Rock Falls because she didn’t need everyone in town knowing she’d gotten a Brazilian. Instead, she and her friend had gone a few towns over and she’d endured plucking, waxing, and more.
