Page 9 of Dancing With Guilt

“I dreamed about you, wanted you so much, wanted to just smell you, Roxie. Fuck, don’t stop.” His hands clamped around her hips, holding her still despite his words. Lincoln thrust up into her, then decided that he wanted all the control.

With a single movement, he flipped them over and drove back into her, deep inside, where she wanted him most. Her legs wrapped around his back, pulling him deeper, tighter into her body.

She stroked his back as he moved within her, reveled in the feel of his muscles as he sought to give them both what they needed. It didn’t matter whether she was on top or not, all she wanted was to be filled over and over again. Her hips moved in time with his, her feet now planted firmly on the bed to give back what he gave, to dance the dance that she would only do for him.

Roxie listened to his breaths, heard how they became gasps as he fought for control, her body responding with pleased satisfaction. Lincoln was about to lose it, and that was because of her. She smiled against his hot face, buried in the pillow next to hers as he thrust into her in a much tighter pattern, on the verge of letting go completely.

His skin was slick with his efforts, but that only made touching him better. His skin was hot, even his lips were hot when his face came up to kiss her.

“I fucking lo…, fuck, Roxie,” he gasped out as she felt him lose it all at last.

She wanted to know what he’d been about to say, but let it go. She was too busy with the world slipping away.

Only when it stopped, when the world came back to them, Lincoln didn’t roll away and leave her. He didn’t fall asleep with a pat on the hip, he brought her up to his chest, held her tight, and didn’t let go.

“I didn’t know if I was ever going to get to feel this again,” he said quietly, almost as if he didn’t want her to hear. “I was afraid I’d never get to see you again.”

“It’s alright, Lincoln. I’m here and I’m not planning on going anywhere. Or letting you out of my sight for long ever again.” She slid her right arm around him, clinging to him as her body calmed down. She felt the way he inhaled her scent in the way his chest expanded, loved the way he groaned against her neck.

His teeth nipped at the place just below her ear, pulling a moan from her throat while making her back arch at the same time. “Don’t start it if you aren’t going to finish it.”

“I don’t need the warning, Rox, I damn well plan to finish exactly what I start,” he answered, pulling her hips tight against his. He was hard again already, and she didn’t mind a bit.

The pressure of his hand at her neck guided her to arch her face up to his for a kiss that felt as if it seared her soul. She was breathless by the time he let her face go and moved on the bed. He couldn’t seem to decide what exactly he wanted as he nudged her onto her front to kiss his way down her spine. Then turned into a massage of her ass that nearly had her begging for so much more when he turned her back over and pulled her to the edge of the bed.

Lincoln knelt in front of her, guided her legs to open further for him, and proceeded to devour her. He used every weapon he had, an agile tongue, lips that sucked divinely, and fingers that knew just where to touch to elicit a response from her.

Roxie’s hands scrunched up in the covers, her legs now over his shoulders, so close she could almost feel that first warning shock, but he moved again, standing up to turn her over onto her stomach. When he planted a hand on her back to push her down, she knew what to expect, but still gasped when he thrust into her.

The angle wasn’t right though, and he moved his hands to tilt her hips, to guide her into just the right position to get exactly where he wanted to be. This time, Roxie groaned long and deep as Lincoln’s thrusts hit just the right place to make her see stars.

“Don’t move, Roxie, stay right there,” he demanded, taking more of the upper hand. She let him have it, knowing he probably needed this moment of control, this moment where he was the one with the power. If he needed to take his power back by pleasuring her, then who was she to complain?

Roxie took what he gave her, even when he clasped her wrists in his hand to hold her still. Her face pressed into the bed, so she turned her left cheek on the bed. She couldn’t see him, but she could feel him, hear him as he worked to take her out of the world all over again.

His pace quickened when her breathing changed, when she felt a pulse of something deep and oh so good blossom into life within her walls.

“Lincoln,” she whispered, but he heard her.

“Just let go, Roxie, let go and take me with you,” he begged softly in return, his voice hoarse from his exertions.

He let her wrists go and dug his fingers into her hips to drive into her in just the right way, making her gasp as she went completely over the edge. Her right leg came up of its own accord, allowing him deeper inside of her, wanting to take all of him in and swallow him whole. She heard him cry out her name, felt his fingers dig tighter, just before she felt that first pulse of his explosion.

The room became quiet, except for the frantic sounds of their breaths as they fought for air. Lincoln had got what he wanted, but so had she. He pulled her up onto the bed, drew the covers over their bodies, and relaxed at last.

“I think I can sleep now,” he sighed, making her smile in the darkness.

“I think I’ll be in a coma in five minutes,” she answered, her face pressed against his chest so that she could hear how his heart slowly calmed into a steady pace. She fell asleep listening to the reassuring sound, her right hand resting against his hip.

This was the most perfect place she’d ever been, and she didn’t want to be anywhere else.

5

Roxie

“This place is really a good contender for your new club, Roxie,” Keily said as she opened the door to a building a few miles outside the city. “I know it’s not on the main strip, or even in town, but do you really want every Tom, Dick, and Harry walking in here?”

“No, that’s a good point,” Roxie answered, noting the entryway was just that. A cubicle off to the right with another, more secure door that blocked the path to the rest of the former nightclub.