Page 58 of The Best Man Problem
“Now, Lilly,” he growled, grasping her thigh and pulling her leg over his hip.
“Now,” she agreed.
His fingers left her only to be replaced a moment later by the blunt head of his erection. She gasped as he pushed in those first few inches.
“Fuck me!” he groaned.
She smiled. “Happy to.”
He grinned a moment before his mouth descended on hers. As he kissed the living daylights out of her, he backed them against the shower wall, thrusting inside her in a slow, easy rhythm. The stall was so big, the water no longer hit them, but the steam rose around them, heating the already scorching air as they moved with a single-minded focus. His tongue played with hers, tasting, worshipping, devouring her every breath. Her mind fell completely blank, the only thoughts filling it Lincoln and the way he made her feel.
She felt the crescendo coming, her thigh tightening around his hip. He instinctively knew what she wanted, quickening his pace, pounding into her until her body exploded with a rapturous delight of gratification. Lincoln surged against her twice more, elongating her delicious ride on cloud nine. She felt him pulse as he found his own release.
“Okay,” he panted, pulling his lips from hers. “Now that proved the Hollywood theory right, I’d say.”
She’d agree, but she didn’t have any air left in her lungs to form words, so she just nodded.
“Come on.” He kissed her temple. “Let’s wash up and then see if there’s any food left in this place.”
Once they finished rinsing off, Lilly headed upstairs to grab her bags and bring them down to Lincoln’s room. No sense in keeping them upstairs, since she planned to spend every second with the man for the next day. Preferably naked.
After they dressed—boo—they headed to the kitchen, where they found the catering staff had left plenty of extra food and wedding cake for the cleaning staff. Lilly made a mental note to give the cleaning company extra cash to make up for what she and Lincoln would consume.
They cobbled together a breakfast of rolls and fruit, choosing to leave the heavy dinner food and cake for later. Luckily, the rental came equipped with a pantry filled with nonperishable items, including the most important of substances: coffee.
They enjoyed their makeshift breakfast, debating whether or not to go outside and enjoy the snowfall, but since neither of them had any protective snow clothes, they opted to stay inside and enjoy the weather from the large windows. Lincoln found a chessboard, and they played a few games.
“Well, it’s official,” Lincoln said with a frown. “We are as bad at chess as we are good at pinball.”
Lilly laughed, but she had to agree. “It might help if we knew the rules a little bit better.”
“Hey, you never did tell me how you became so good at pinball.”
She shifted in the large leather chair, grabbing one of the pawns she’d captured from Lincoln and rubbing the cool marble piece between her fingers as she spoke. “My mom’s second husband was a huge gamer guy. Video games, board games—you name it, he played it.”
His eyes lit up. “D&D?”
“Yes, you nerd.” She laughed. “Even D&D.”
Placing the tiny game piece back on the table, she removed her glasses to clean them with the edge of her shirt even though there wasn’t a smudge on them.
“Anyway, he was a good guy. One of the few I really liked. I was twelve when they got together, so peak awkward preteen stage. Curt—that was his name—he tried to teach me every game he owned, but the only one I really liked was pinball.”
She sighed, a small smile curling her lips at the memory. “He had this great machine in the garage. It was a zombie-themed one. Classic. I spent hours playing that thing and even beat his high score.”
“Did that upset him?” Lincoln asked, his voice filled with concern.
She shook her head with a smile. “Quite the opposite. He took me out for ice cream and declared me the pinball champion.”
“Sounds like a great guy.”
He was. It absolutely crushed her when Curt and her mother divorced. More than any other failed relationship her mom had. And Curt… He’d been so devastated, but he told Lilly he and her mother were just too different to be together. The spark had died, and they didn’t have enough in common to keep them together.
They didn’t match.
She shook off the melancholy memory. “Anyway, after he and my mom split, we moved out. I started playing pinball at the local arcade whenever the stress of…life got to be too much.” She let out a wistful sigh. “Never found another zombie pinball machine as cool as Curt’s, though. I miss that game.”
The glasses she clutched in her hands were suddenly pulled away. She glanced up as a blurry Lincoln crouched down in front of her. When had he moved from his seat across the table? He slid her glasses back onto her face with so much gentle care her throat tightened.
