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Fucking nirvana. That’s how he would describe this experience with Emma.
He lowered himself over her, covering her smaller frame with his, wanting to keep her like this. Soft. Pliant. Beneath him.
“Stay here.” He brushed his lips along the curve of her jaw as he pulled free of her heat. Padding naked into the bathroom, he tied off and disposed of the condom before reaching for a washcloth and wetting it with warm water. Then he returned to the bed and crawled up to the woman who still lay where she belonged, though she’d pulled the sheet up over her body.
Clucking his tongue, he tugged it away, the dune-hued sheet sliding along her still flushed skin. She clutched at it the moment it began to move.
“What are you doing?”
“Taking care of my fiancée.” He pulled a little harder. “Let go.”
Her gaze darted left and she shook her head. “I think I should go.”
Fuck that.
With a frustrated huff, he released the sheet up by her hands and pushed to the bottom of the bed. Seconds later, he was moving up between her legs under the sheet. Her protest was cut short as he licked her before drawing her clit into his mouth once more.
Two hours later he woke to find Emma sleeping in his arms, their limbs intertwined as they slept. His cock stirred, ready for another few rounds in her curvaceous body, but he willed himself to have more control.
Finally, she appeared to be at peace. Propping his head up on his hand, he stared down at her and traced along her hairline, memorizing her features as she continued to slumber. Once he got to her bottom lip, her lashes slowly rose.
Pink skimmed up her cheeks as she pulled the sheet up over her body so it hid her mouth. “Hi,” she muttered.
Reaching between them, he yanked it down without letting go of her gaze. “Hi. Why are you hiding from me?”
“Pretty sure my breath is bad. I’ve been sleeping.”
He grinned. “Not all we’ve been doing.” Linc kissed her and when she pushed into him, he wrapped an arm around her, lining her core up with his cock. “We need to talk.”
Her entire body stiffened. And not in a good way.
“I know. It didn’t happen and we won’t mention it again.”
This woman. “You need to stop going to the extreme when I say we have to talk. I want to go with you when you meet her father.”
She gasped. “Meet him? I’m not going anywhere near him.”
“Hear me out?”
He stroked her back as he waited for her to respond.
“Seems like he wants to surprise you, get you when you’re vulnerable. When you’re alone with Greer.”
“I’m her mother, I’m always with her, and I’m always going to be vulnerable.”
“Hear me out,” Linc repeated. He hated the look of panic and fear in her expression. “We have people who are on your side. People who will protect her like their own.”
Her lower lip trembled and he pressed his thumb there before rubbing it lightly.
“Let her stay with Dawson for a day and we’ll go to where he is and speak with him.”
“What if they try to take her while we’re gone?”
“Is his name on the certificate?”
“No.” Her eyes got shiny.
God, this was ripping out his heart. Pressing her head into his chest, he massaged her scalp.
“Then no one is going anywhere with him, if he tries it. We both know Dawson will cut a bitch. And Tully would cross-check the fucker right through a window. Mitchell has a slew of attorneys on speed dial if it’s necessary. Of course, that might be to get him, Dawson, and Tully out of jail, but, you never know, because that man is brutal. My dad will protect her, as will Tully’s mom and the rest of the quilting group.”
“What’s the catch?”
Closing his eyes, he rested his lips on top of her head before making her look him in the eyes.
“The catch is you have to trust us to help you.”
…
The catch is you have to trust us to help you. A sentence she’d run over and over in her head, ever since Linc had said it to her. Granted, it had taken a back seat while he made love to her…again. The man had simply lain on his back, covered his cock, and grunted. She’d hesitated because she was larger but he’d picked her up and slid her down over his dick, telling her to set the pace.
He was huge. Thick and perfect inside her.
They’d moved from the bed to his massive shower and done things beneath the spray she’d wanted to do in San Antonio.
Currently she sat cross-legged on the end of his bed, draped in another of his long-sleeved jerseys as he brushed out her hair. Eyes closed in absolute bliss while he worked the comb through her locks, she was close to another orgasm.
