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As fast as I can swivel on the balls of my high shoes, I grab the salt off the bar, cover my hand, then Lincoln’s, and lift my shot glass. “I want to dance.”
Lincoln wiggles his eyebrows at me.
His sexy eyes bore through me. “After three, Violet. Ready? One… Two… Three.”
Together we throw our heads back and down our shot, then shove the lime slice into our mouths and suck.
As I slam my glass down on the bar, I exclaim, “Woo hoo! Another.”
Lincoln shakes his head, grinning. He holds two fingers up in a V shape. “Two more, please.” He waggles his finger, pointing at our shot glasses to give the barman our order, and the barman overfills our shot glasses clumsily.
“Slower this time.” Lincoln winks as he picks up the saltshaker off the bar. He leans forward, and ever so gently, pulls back the collar of my thin shirt. “Tilt your head to the side.”
Before I have time to ask him what he’s doing, he lowers his head and flattens his tongue across my collarbone. I shudder at the unexpectedness. He drizzles a little salt onto my skin and a few unstuck grains escape, cascading down into my lace bra.
He pulls back slightly and our eyes lock. No words needed. I stand with my head still tilted to the side and I feel my pulse quicken in anticipation. He must see my vein pounding in my neck.
He picks up the refilled shot glass off the bar.
In a flash he’s on me, licking my collarbone first. He slowly drags his tongue up my neck and when he gets to my jaw, he takes his tequila shot, then quickly covers his mouth with mine, driving his tongue deep into my mouth.
He tastes of citrus, pepper, and sin all rolled into one.
Raw and wild passion bounces between our pressed bodies.
Lincoln stops kissing me, he’s almost panting. “Your turn.”
I shake my head to push away my lust-filled thoughts.
I take Lincoln’s hand in mine, position it palm up, and pour a thin line along his pointer finger. Slowly, I pick up my shot glass full of the sugary liquor.
Lincoln can’t take his eyes off me. He watches intently, waiting patiently to see what my next move is.
In quick succession, I lick the salt off his pointer finger, down my shot, then suck his finger back into my mouth deep and suck hard.
Swirling my tongue around his finger, I suck in my cheeks and lock eyes with Lincoln. His pupils dilate when I slide his finger in and out of my mouth. Pure desire ignites in his eyes, and I pull his finger out of my mouth. I’m pretty certain if there was no music you would hear the pop sound his finger made from sucking so hard.
Lincoln pulls me into his arms and I think he’s going to kiss me, but he grabs my hand and pulls it between us, concealing our hand positioning. “You feel that, Violet?” He rubs my hand over his hard, thick length. “That’s what you do to me.” He’s rock hard and ready for me and we’re in a bar. Holy smokes, I’ve never been a risk-taker in public before, but no one knows me here. The tequila must be skewing all my senses as it kicks in and I rub him over his black jeans, making him even harder.
His soft pants dust the shell of my ear, then he groans before removing my hand between us. “Devil woman.” His voice is thick with need, and I can’t help a giant smile that breaks from my lips. He wants me.
“Let’s dance, not that it will calm that down.” He points to his crotch and readjusts himself.
My eyes can’t stop looking at his enormous length. I’m adding that to my to-do list.
Lincoln holds his hand out for me to take.
“What will I do with my purse?”
Lincoln takes it from me, slips the barman a hundred-dollar bill, and the barman opens a secret compartment on the wall behind. He punches a code into a panel I can’t see from where I am standing, places my purse inside, then swiftly closes it, locking it again.
“You think of everything.” I shift my focus back to Lincoln and he’s watching me with hooded eyes.
Every time I see him staring, I think he’s trying to imagine what I look like underneath my clothes. Oh God, that is scary as shit. He’s so gorgeous and masculine and I’m… well, I'm me.
He slips his hand around my waist and guides me onto the packed dance floor.
We face each other, and he bends his knees slightly, pulling me into his thick arms. “I should have worn a skirt.” I look around.
