Page 54 of The Best Man Problem
“Why?”
He grinned, his gaze roaming over her body, tightening her nipples, making her ache as fire lit their hazel depths.
He shook his head, moving down the bed until he was at the very end. “I’m not done worshipping you yet.”
Far be it from her to deny a man his adoration.
He lifted one ankle, kissing the arch of her foot, continuing to caress her skin with his lips as he moved from her ankle to her calf, up to her thigh, to graze along her hip, and then, finally, placing her leg over his shoulder, his mouth descended on the very part of her that craved him the most.
“Lincoln!” she cried out as he thrust his tongue against her, sucking and working her into such a frenzy she bucked her hips against his face.
Normally, she’d be embarrassed, but she was too far gone to care. Too lost in the rapture of his worship. Much sooner than she would have guessed, she felt her body tighten again. A whimper sounded in the air, and she realized it came from her.
“I’ve got you.”
Lincoln’s deep voice seemed to come out of a fog of lust and need. She felt his hand join his mouth, fingers pressing into her once again at just the right moment, causing her to cry out with a release that rocked her entire being.
“Oh my God, I don’t think anything could be better than that.”
His lips curled in a smug smile as he crawled up her body. “Wanna bet?”
She grinned, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Lose the pants and let’s find out.”
He stared at her a moment, finger coming out to trace the frames of her glasses. “These are sexy as hell.”
“Yeah?”
“I’ll admit to a few teacher and secretary fantasies about them.”
She snorted. “Such a guy.”
“Guilty.” He pinched the frames between his thumb and pointer finger. “Do you need them, or can I take them off?”
Since the last time they’d been together she’d been wearing her contacts and seen every glorious inch of him, she nodded. “You can take them off.”
He removed her glasses, setting them carefully on the bedside table. She blinked, his blurry face coming into slight focus. She had really bad eyesight. Lucky for her, she didn’t need to see much for what came next.
“The pants. Lose them.”
He laughed. “Anything you say.”
Ooooh, she liked the sound of that.
Lincoln rose from the bed, shucking his pants and boxers off in one rapid move. She stared in awe as his cock bobbed up and down, finally free of the confines of the material. Reaching out, she grasped the hard, velvety appendage, stroking her hand up and down, reveling in the feel of him.
“Careful, Lilly. Much more of that and I’ll embarrass myself.”
“Really?” She found that lack of control hard to believe.
His eyes stared down at her, serious and full of emotion. “I haven’t been with anyone since you. I haven’t wanted anyone else since you.”
She paused in her stroking, swallowing past the lump of emotion in her throat. His confession caught her off guard. The raw vulnerability of what he’d just revealed humbled her, and she couldn’t lie to him. Not now. Not after that.
“Me either.” She cleared her throat as the words stuck. “I haven’t been with anyone since you either.”
A happy smile lit his face. He reached over to grab one of the foil packets on the bedside table. “Well then, should we—”
“Yes!”
