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I slid a palm over the curve of her hip, savoring the soft give of her, so lush and delectable. She leaned up, pressing languid, exploring kisses along the side of my neck, her fingertips trailing down over my chest. We tumbled into another kiss. I teased her breasts again before making my way down her body, mapping her with my hands, my lips, tongue and teeth. A savored every sound she made, her silky soft skin, the subtle salty tang and sweet scent of her. I could have eaten her right up.

My palm slid down over the curve of her belly until I reached her panties. She shifted her hips restlessly, and I dragged them down as she kicked them free of her legs.

I dipped my fingers between her thighs, murmuring, “Oh, Chloe.” She rocked her hips into my touch as I sank two fingers inside. She was slick and warm, her channel already clenching around me. I gave a last dusting kiss on the curve of her belly before moving further down, pushing her thighs apart. She panted, gasping, “Lincoln, please… I need…”

I murmured against her sex as I brought my mouth to her, pumping my fingers into her. She cried out sharply, her hips bucking against me.

This I could take my sweet time with, because Chloe was so delectable. The way her pussy clamped around my fingers, the way her fingers tangled in my hair, the way she tasted a little salty and sweet. I teased her with my fingers, exploring her with my tongue until she got bossy, and I chuckled against her when she said, “Please…”

I loved this version of Chloe, begging, wanting more and wanting it now. I swirled my tongue around her plump clit and pumped my fingers into her once more just as I gave her a subtle suction. I felt her topple over the edge, her climax rippling through her entire body. I stayed with her while she shuddered. I made my way back up her body with more kisses along her belly, sucking one nipple and then the other as I eased my weight over her.

“Look at me, sweetheart,” I murmured, reaching for one of her hands and lacing our fingers together.

Her eyes opened slowly, meeting mine, her gaze dark and close. I gave her a lazy kiss, our tongues twining for a moment before I lifted my head and smoothed her tangled hair away from her forehead with my other hand. “How do you feel?”

She let out a wondering laugh. “I think you can probably guess.” Her voice was slow and a little raspy.

“Are you ready for more?” I asked as I rocked my hips in the cradle of hers, the hard ridge of my arousal nestled in her slippery, slick folds.

She let out a whimper. “Yes,” she managed.

“Do you want it like this? Or do you want to ride me?”

Her eyes widened slightly. “This.” She rocked reflexively toward me.

As I slid my length through her folds once more, lust was zipping through me, buzzing and impatient, pounding like a persistent fist. I clung to my control, wanting to make sure she found another release. I eased a hand between us, notching my crown at her entrance, and reached for both of her hands, stretching them just above her head. “You ready?”

When she nodded, I sank into her slowly, her rippling channel sheathing me. I seated myself to the hilt and held still. “You okay?”

She nudged upward in answer. I had no idea how quickly the next span of time passed. All I knew was the sensation of her clenching around me, of my climax tightening like lightning at the base of my spine, until I felt her body drawing tight again. I released one of her hands, reaching between us to give her a little more pressure right where she needed it. The ragged gasp of my name and the tight clench of her around me drew my own release. Her name was a ragged cry as I poured into her.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chloe

Cast adrift

Pleasure rolled through me so deep I felt it to my bones, every cell reverberating from it. The feel of Lincoln’s weight over me, the way he shivered, every muscle taut as I felt the heat of his release filling me. I distantly heard, over the roar in my brain, the sound of my name in his gruff, low voice. By the time my climax ended, I felt cast adrift, floating on a lazy river of pleasure, as if I were spinning in slow eddies, sunlight dappling the water. That was the state of my nervous system.

I had no idea know how long we rested like that, but somewhere along the way he rolled over carefully, taking me with him. I was a little disappointed when he slipped out of me because I loved the feel of him inside me, but I couldn’t even move. I was sapped, sated, and nearly limp against him, one knee hooked over his thigh as I curled into his side.

I could hear his heartbeat where my head rested just above it on his chest. Eventually my awareness came back in fragments, feeling the prickle from the dusting of hair on his chest, the warmth of his skin, the way I was pressed so completely against him, almost as if we were one. The sound of his breath as it slowed along with mine, the way I felt almost drunk with pleasure and a sense of ease I had never quite experienced before, not like this, not with any man. His fingers sifted through my hair, his palm warm as it slid down my spine and back up again. I felt both deeply comfortable and a little bashful, because I had never let go like this before. Ever.

I gathered up my composure in little pieces and slowly eased up on my elbow on his chest, not ready to move away too much, almost afraid to meet his eyes. But his gaze was there waiting. The emotion and intensity in his eyes soothed my bashfulness. He lifted his hand, smoothing my hair away from my forehead, tangled mess that it was.

“Hey there,” he murmured, clearing his throat.

“Hey.” My voice was a rasp. I blinked, my lips curling into a sheepish smile.

“That was, um, a lot,” he offered helpfully.

That broke the moment for me, and I burst into giggles. His eyes widened slightly, his own chuckle following.

“Is it funny?” he said a moment later as our laughter subsided.

“No, but it was a lot.”

His gaze sobered and I felt his breath rise under my palm where it was pressed on his chest, his heartbeat speeding up subtly. “Can I be honest with you?” he asked.