Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 99949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
Then he was kissing me back and all thoughts of finishing the conversation we’d started flew out the window.
CHAPTER TWELVE
THEO
It had to be a dream.
It just had to.
But I knew it wasn’t because even in my dreams, none of Lincoln’s kisses felt like this.
He didn’t just kiss me. He consumed me. He owned me.
Only it wasn’t enough. I didn’t hesitate to return the kiss just like I didn’t hesitate to take control of it a moment later. Lincoln’s groan just sent me higher, and my cock felt like it was going to bust out of my pants. But the need to get closer to Lincoln, to feel that heat and strength that I’d gone so many years without, had me circling my arms around his neck instead. I had to stand on the tips of my toes so that my mouth was aligned with his and I could maintain control of the kiss. Lincoln solved the problem for me by setting his hands on my ass and lifting me.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he ordered gruffly before his mouth was back on mine and he took over the kiss. All I could do was hang on for the ride and follow wherever he led. My body felt hot and needy all over. It was like whatever Lincoln was doing was too much and not enough at the same time.
I didn’t even realize we were moving until I heard a loud thump and then felt my back meet my bed. I still had my legs wrapped around Lincoln’s waist, but as his weight pressed me into the mattress, I couldn’t grind my hips against his in an effort to give my dick some relief.
Lincoln’s kisses slowed and then stopped altogether. “God, Theo, you are so fucking beautiful.”
Tears stung the backs of my eyes because I knew he was telling me the truth. Even if I weren’t able to hear it in his voice, I could see it in his eyes, feel it when he ran his fingers down my arm, taste it in every soft kiss he bestowed upon me.
“I wasn’t with anyone tonight,” Lincoln said. “But after I saw a patient, I did go to a bar a few towns over with the intention of hooking up with someone.”
My heart sank at his words but before I could try to escape the onslaught of pain, Lincoln kissed me deeply. By the time he released my mouth I could barely breathe. His eyes pinned mine as he said, “I couldn’t even get out of my car, Theo.” He brushed his mouth over mine. “I didn’t want some fucking stand-in for you. I wanted you.”
“You did?” I asked in surprise.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about you riding me right there in the front seat of the car, not even caring if anyone would see us.”
His words made my already painfully hard dick thicken even more but a strange, almost painful jolt quickly followed it.
Oh God, please, no.
Lincoln kissed me again before I could even think about my body’s reaction. I closed my eyes and reveled in his touch. When he pushed my shirt up and ran his tongue around my navel, I heard a moan leave my lips. He explored my upper body with his mouth and fingers as he urged me to remove the shirt entirely. My body felt like it was on fire.
“Lincoln, please,” I begged.
I didn’t even know what I wanted but I knew in my gut Lincoln could give it to me.
I barely felt him flick the button on my jeans open but there was no missing the sound of my zipper being drawn down.
I want this. I want it so fucking bad.
I tried repeating the mantra in my head as Lincoln mouthed my erection through my jeans but when he carefully reached his hand into the denim and underwear and pulled my hard shaft free of the material, another jolt of pain went through me. It nearly stole my breath, and it was all I could do not to scream.
Don’t scream. Don’t let them win.
“Don’t!” I shouted as I shoved Lincoln’s hand away from my dick and then scrambled backwards until I nearly fell off the other side of the bed.
The moment I’d said the word, he had released me, but I could still feel the searing pain running along all the nerves in my body.
“Theo,” Lincoln said gently as he began to move around the bed.
“No, don’t!” I repeated. “Please, Lincoln, if you care about me at all, don’t touch me again.”
I didn’t need to look at him to know he was confused as hell by my actions but even if I’d had the strength to explain my reaction to his touch, I would have rather been consumed by the flames of hell before uttering a word.
I struggled to tuck my now soft dick back into my pants and pull up the zipper because my hands were shaking so badly.