Page 36 of Dancing With Redemption

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Roxie

“Yes, I’ll marry you, Lincoln. Yes, I forgive you. But most of all? Yes, I do love you.” She sniffled on a sob, holding her other hand up to her mouth as he slid the giant diamond on her finger.

She was in his arms the moment the ring was on, crushed against his chest as he made a sound above her that she could comprehend. It could have been relief, joy, she didn’t know but didn’t mind either way. She had what she hadn’t let herself dare to wish for. A promise from him that he’d always be hers.

The walls crumbled down, the fear faded away, everything disappeared when Lincoln tilted her face up to his and kissed her with so much intensity, she thought she’d collapse.

Roxie tore at the buttons of his shirt, finally settling for just ripping the panels apart when her fingers didn’t want to work. The tips were still sensitive to things like buttons and she was impatient. Desire had flared into bright burning life the second his lips touched hers and she didn’t want to wait to feel his bare chest or to slide her hands up to his shoulders.

It didn’t matter anymore what had happened in the past, it was time for the new now. New memories, new moments, new hope.

Lincoln lifted his mouth from hers and pulled back to look at her. “Are you sure?”

“About marrying you? Definitely. About this? About touching you?” She paused, biting her lip as she slid her right hand up to cup his face. “I’ve never been more sure, Lincoln.”

His breath hissed in between his teeth and his eyes went wide. “Good, because I don’t think I could have spent another night alone. I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’ve needed that time alone, but I have to say, Lincoln. I’ve missed you terribly.” There was nothing between their chests now, except a scrap of silk that did little to hold back the heat coming off his skin.

“Prove it,” he said with a teasing smirk. He pulled away from her, holding out his hand as he did so. “Prove to me how much you’ve missed me.”

Roxie gave him the dirtiest smile she could muster and followed.

Lincoln kicked off his shoes before he climbed into her bed and relaxed against her pillows. It wasn’t even lunchtime yet, but it didn’t matter to either of them as Roxie followed the man she’d loved, even when she didn’t know it was love that she felt for him. The new ring on her finger would take some getting used to, but she didn’t mind its presence when she climbed over him, settling on top of him, his hips pressed into hers.

“Like this, Lincoln? Is this how you want me to prove it?” She asked, her right hand on his flat stomach. Her eyes traveled up the hard muscles in his abdomen and up to his eyes.

“Just like that, darlin’,” he answered, his right hand coming up to her hip, to hold her in place while he thrust up into her. “Just like that.”

Her thighs tensed around him as she pushed down against him, loving the familiar feel of him there. Where he’d always belonged.

Roxie leaned forward, needing to feel Lincoln’s warmth. Her skin felt ice-cold against the fire in Lincoln’s skin. The contrast of sensitive, silky skin against the rough scrape of Lincoln’s open shirt distracted Roxie and for a breathtaking second, she felt completely overwhelmed. But it wasn’t a bad thing, Lincoln’s mouth consumed hers again, taking everything she dared to give.

She was aware that his right hand moved, that it slid down the silky front panel of her gown, over the bulge of her stomach, and down, further, until she felt the tip of his finger sliding into her aching walls.

“Lincoln,” Roxie breathed his name against his lips, pleasure making it hard to think beyond his name.

“Just let me feel you, baby,” Lincoln murmured against her lips, his fingers tracing down her jaw when her head moved to the pillow, her lips opening to take his finger between her teeth.

Roxie moaned around his finger, loving the images that popped into her head when she gently bit down on it and simply loving how good it felt to have something in her mouth as his fingers slid deeper inside of her, opening her for much more later. She made him moan when she sucked on the finger in her mouth, a promise of what could be if he wanted it.

She nearly protested when he removed the finger between her teeth to slide it down to the curve of her breast. The tip of his index finger teased at the swell of her nipple, making her forget all about where that finger had been seconds before. Lincoln breathed a moan of delight when Roxie’s back arched, pushing her breast into his hand for more.

“I want to touch your skin, but I love this material. It feels so nice, touching you through it.” Lincoln pushed her up gently, just enough to bring the globes up to his face.

Roxie hovered over him, anticipating the sensation of his tongue touching her through the silk. The cloth turned cold as his tongue lapped at her nipple, wetting the black silk until it clung to the taut peak, a new sensation she hadn’t expected at all. Then his teeth locked gently around the bud just as his palm rocked into one of the most sensitive spots on her body.

“Oh,” she breathed the sigh out long and deep, giving herself up to everything he made her feel.

“You respond to the slightest touch. It’s always fascinated me, how receptive you are. I’ve watched you so many times, the way you touch yourself, watching how you like to be touched. I’ve watched you so often lately, wanting to touch you, but I knew I couldn’t.” His thumb and forefinger gripped at her nipple softly, teasing it until her hips ground down into him as he whispered the words to her, even though they were completely alone. Her eyes were caught by his, watching the way he watched her as he brought her body to life.

“I keep thinking about the way your body moved when I touched you, the way your face would change when I made you come. I’ve missed the way your back arches when I slide into you. I’ve desperately missed being inside of you, fucking you as your body closed around me, taking me deeper into you. Fuck, I’ve missed everything about you.”

Holy moly, he was going to get her off before she even got his pants off, she thought, as his lips teased at her other nipple through her gown. She pressed her breast into his face, wanting more, loving the sensation of the silky swipe of his tongue through the cloth, but she wanted so much more.

“Lincoln, give me more,” she pleaded, rocking her hips, pushing against Lincoln’s hand, clutching at his shoulders to support her torso as she focused on one thing: feeling the intense pleasure he was giving her.