Page 53 of The Best Man Problem
“I have to tell you, sweetheart, it was damn hard getting through tonight without sporting wood.”
She snorted. “Charming.”
“I never claimed to be a gentleman.” His gaze roamed over her. “Every time I saw you, every time I even thought of you, of this moment right here, my body tightened with anticipation.”
Since she felt exactly the same way, she didn’t chide him for it.
“Lincoln,” she whispered, finding it hard to drag enough air into her lungs to form words. “Did you bring condoms?”
She had but left them upstairs. The last thing she wanted to do right now was climb two flights of stairs for protection.
His head swiveled to the bedside table, where a box of condoms lay open, a strip out and waiting.
“I love a man who comes prepared.”
“Sweetheart, with you, I plan to come all night.” The hand cupping her waist slid down her hip to curve around her thigh, under the skirt of her dress. “But you first.”
She moaned, loud and long as his fingers gently caressed her inner thigh, going higher until he found the silk of her panties, already damp for him. He made a low growling sound in his throat, rubbing her just where she needed. Well, almost.
“Lincoln, I need more.”
“What, sweetheart? Tell me what you need.”
“You,” she panted. “Inside me.”
His lips pressed a hungry kiss to hers as his fingers delved under the scrap of silk. She opened her mouth on a gasp, and he thrust his tongue inside. She eagerly met him, tasting the sweetness of his lips as he pressed one long finger inside her. It astounded her how well this man knew her body. She was fully clothed, he was partially clothed, and she was minutes away from orgasm. He added a second finger, pressing the heel of his palm to her center.
Make that seconds away.
She ripped her mouth from his, arms coming up to clutch his shoulders as her knees locked, the pressure building up inside her.
“Lincoln, I’m…”
“Let go,” he whispered in her ear. “I’m right here.”
He quickened his pace, mouth latching onto her neck, sucking and biting gently. The pressure was too much, and she soon found herself cresting a wave of pleasure so intense her legs gave out. Thankfully, Lincoln tightened the arm he had around her waist, catching her as she melted into a puddle of sated goo.
“Hot damn, Lilly. You are the sexiest woman I have ever known.”
She graced him with a small smile, the only muscle she could control at the moment. “Take me to bed, Lincoln.” Because she was in no way done with him. Not by a long shot.
“Yes, ma’am.”
He moved his hand, pulling her panties off as he left her and scooping under her knees to carry her to the bed. She sat there as he carefully unzipped her dress, peeling the garment from her slowly, with a gentleness that made moisture gather in her eyes. She blinked it away. Now was not the time for blubbery emotions. She knew for a fact a night with Lincoln included multiple orgasms, and she intended to enjoy each and every one.
“You seem to be overdressed,” she stated when he finally removed her dress, laying her back and sitting on his heels above her, staring.
“What? Oh, I, um, you’re not wearing a bra.”
His befuddlement amused her. No, she hadn’t been wearing anything but silk panties under her dress. “The dress has a built-in bra. Easier for formal occasions.”
“And bedroom occasions.” He waggled his eyebrows.
She laughed, her hands going to the button on his pants. “Now you.”
He placed a hand over hers, stopping her exploration. “Wait.”
For what? They were just getting to the good part. The gooder part, anyway.
