Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 92167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
She dug her fingers into his hair and yanked before sliding them down to pull on his shirt that was always molded to his body, highlighting everything he was. His muscles, the smooth skin, the power which remained coiled beneath his deep bronze hue. She gripped at his shoulders and dug in her nails.
Linc released her breast with a pop and sat on his heels. He didn’t make her ask. Or beg. Not that she was above doing either. He lifted it off and dropped it beside him, much like her pants and shirt.
“Fuck,” she muttered.
The man was gorgeous. Always had been. He may not have been actively playing professionally anymore but he was just as fit as he had been. Cuts and ridges, even his forearms were a fucking turn-on. Again, cue the arm porn. Then there were his tattoos. Not as visible as they were on some people’s skin but his tribal and other designs were incredible. One day she would trace them with her tongue and learn all the different patterns and images he carried with him.
“What do you see, Emma? What do you see when you look at me?”
“Perfection.”
“That’s what I see as well.” And he pushed up enough to capture her mouth once more.
She surrendered to him, following his lead, trusting him to lead the way to the top she wanted to find, desperately.
He kissed his way down her chin, neck, and over her breasts as he curled the fingers of his left hand in the waistband of the simple purple panties she was wearing. With a slow tug, he dragged them down, over her thick thighs and to her knees.
The second they were off she tried to close her legs but he was there, between her, keeping them open.
“No hiding from me, Freckles. I love everything I’m seeing. I want to take it slow and savor what you have but fuck it, I want you too bad. My cock aches to be inside you.”
She ached to have him inside her. Emma closed her eyes and breathed deep, only to jerk seconds later when his mouth landed between her legs.
“Linc!”
Wrapping her legs around him, digging her heels into his strong back, she wedged her head into the mattress beneath her, arching her back and her hands holding onto his head in a death grip.
Dear sweet God in heaven. Only in books had she even imagined anything like this happening. It had never happened to her before and she was surely going to combust.
Linc didn’t seem to mind the grip she had on him. He took his time and licked his way up her wet folds and sucked her clit into his mouth. She screamed his name to the room, uncaring if anyone could hear them.
That flipped a switch in him and he devoured her like a starving man. Linc licked, sucked, and indulged in every part of her as he tormented her. He dragged his teeth over her clit. She shuddered, shaking even as she rocked against his wicked tongue and mouth. Begging for something he held just out of her reach.
Incoherent words tumbled from her mouth. Was she cursing him? Praising him? Begging? Threatening? Most likely a bit of everything.
His large calloused hands settled on her thighs, spreading her wider than she thought her legs could go. As he continued to lap and suck, he opened her with one hand. Head thrashing on the mattress, she gulped and struggled for any air to help her breathe better. The second she thought she’d managed, he shoved two fingers deep inside her, his tongue twining around her hypersensitive bundle of nerves.
Back bowing, she disintegrated, his name yanked from her on a cry that might not have contained any sound, for he took all her air.
Chapter Sixteen
Sweet, heavy honey coated his tongue as the woman beneath him bucked and twitched, coming on his fingers. Linc lapped up all he could, watching her through slitted eyes as she rode out the aftershocks. Her grip on his hair was unrelenting.
Lust surged through him. On its heels was a possessiveness he’d never experienced before. This was his. She was his and no other fucking man would dare have the chance to experience this with her. It was his and his alone.
A growl escaped him and she shuddered again with the newest vibration moving through her. His dick was painfully hard and he couldn’t bring himself to pull his fingers from her heat long enough to adjust.
But that need to sink between her legs rode harder than the desire to keep his fingers inside her. Kissing each thigh, he reached up and pulled her hands from his hair. Her gaze, unfocused and hazy with lust, found his. He pushed up and with one hand popped the button on his jeans.
She locked in on his groin and he stripped and watched her as she saw his cock bounce free from the prison it had been confined in. Emma moaned and licked her lips. His dick bobbed in response. Bending for a condom, he tore it open and had himself sheathed in seconds.