Page 59 of The Best Man Problem
“I’m sure he missed you, too, Lilly. Anyone would.”
The soft conviction of his statement made her heart swell and crack at the same time. She’d never told anyone about Curt and the pinball machine before. Her friends just thought she learned in middle school at the arcade. How had this man gotten past her defenses? Why did she feel safe sharing these parts of herself she’d never shown anyone else?
“Hungry?”
She latched on to his simple question, choosing to shove her more complicated ones deep down in her brain to pull out later and examine.
Much, much later.
“Yeah.” She placed a soft kiss to his lips. “Let’s go see what we can throw together.”
After more leftovers for lunch, they headed to the entertainment room on the third floor, which housed a large TV and an extensive DVD collection. She picked a comedy Lincoln said he’d always wanted to see, and they snuggled on the couch as the movie played. After scrounging up some food for dinner, they headed back to the bedroom, where he spent half the night worshipping her body over and over again.
Honestly, it was the most fun Lilly had ever had being snowed in, and that scared her. Because she wasn’t afraid she might be falling for Lincoln.
She had fallen. And hard.
Chapter Seventeen
Lincoln woke up for the second morning in a row with a soft, warm Lilly Walsh wrapped in his arms. He had to say, it was a pretty fantastic way to wake up. The way they’d gone to bed last night had been even better. Spending the entire day with her yesterday—no wedding business, no plans, just casual, hanging-out fun—had been a blast. He couldn’t remember a day he’d so thoroughly enjoyed. It was great.
And now it was over.
They’d left the curtains open last night to watch the snowfall, since no one was around for miles. The soft swirl of the flakes falling from the sky had lulled his already-spent body to sleep. Lilly mentioned it felt like they were traveling through space and the snowflakes were stars. The only stars he saw were the ones in her beautiful green eyes.
Corny? Maybe, but the woman made him feel corny, and needy, and happy, and other emotions he wasn’t sure what to do with at the moment.
But now sunlight poured in through the clear glass frames of the window. The storm had stopped at some point over the night. The roads might still be a bit hazardous, but he assumed the plows had been out by now to clear off the highway. Since most of their driving would be interstate bound, he supposed that meant they had to get a move on. Damn. He didn’t want to leave. He didn’t want to move right now. Lying in bed with Lilly in his arms was damn near perfection.
“Is it morning already?” the woman on his mind asked with a yawn.
He tightened his arm around her, squeezing slightly while kissing her temple softly. “Unfortunately, yes. And the snow has stopped.”
She turned to face him, a slight frown on her face. “I guess that means we should pack up and get out of here. The cleaners said they’d be here around noon.”
As much as he knew she was right, a part of him didn’t want to leave this magical little sanctuary they’d created, a place where the outside world, their differences and difficulties, couldn’t intrude. At least he didn’t have to worry about her no dating clients rule anymore. Marie and Kenneth were now a happily married couple and no longer in business with Mile High Happiness, which made him free to pursue dating Lilly. If she wanted that, too. Based on her enthusiastic participation over the past twenty-four hours, he hoped she did.
“It’s only…” He leaned to the nightstand to check his phone. “Eight fifteen. We have a few hours before they arrive.”
Her eyebrows bobbed up and down. “Whatever will we do?”
He had some ideas. Judging from the small, soft, wandering hand currently working its way to his morning wood, she had the same idea he did. Grabbing a condom from the box on the nightstand—which they’d worked through quite thoroughly since the night of the wedding—Lilly moved to straddle him. He let out a fierce groan as she took him in her hand, stroking his hardness in a slow, agonizingly erotic fashion.
“Sweetheart.” He reached for her, but she pushed his hands above his head.
“No. No touching.” She gave him a wicked grin. “My turn to play.”
He loved it when she got all bossy. Ten minutes later, he was ready to cry uncle, but since he wasn’t inside Lilly yet, he did his damnedest to hold off.
“Lilly! I need you.”
Was he begging? Who the hell cared if he was? He’d crawl on his hands and knees through a pile of broken glass just to be with this woman. Okay, maybe that was a bit overdramatic, but if he was going to keep from embarrassing himself and disappointing her, he needed to be inside her.
Now.
The sexy little minx laughed, ripping open the condom and rolling it down his swollen length. She lifted herself, slowly, excruciatingly slowly, lowering herself onto him. Though he’d like to claim he rocked her world, with Lilly on top, the show was hers. And what a show. In less than five minutes, she had them both crying out with the force of their combined orgasms as she collapsed on his chest.
Huh, he didn’t know that was even possible. Lincoln always made sure his lovers were satisfied, but he’d never experienced reaching completion at the same time before.
