our conversation had been more of a heart to heart than a fuck-me-now kind of thing.
With Lincoln, though, there was an edge of fuck me now to every conversation. As soon as I saw him, almost all I wanted to do was rip his clothes off. Unfortunately, the only other thing I wanted was to talk to and get to know him better.
There was a lot more to him than what met the eye, regardless of how unbelievably handsome what met the eye was. The guy was undeniably hot, so sexy that those panties I’d just handed over had been drenched from just kissing him, and yet I’d have happily spent the rest of the night sitting there just talking to him.
I wonder if that’s part of getting older, too.
Before I could obsess too much about it, his fingers trailed from my hips to my shoulders. They hooked effortlessly under the straps of the cotton sundress I was wearing, toying with them but not sliding them off.
He broke the kiss, fire blazing in his eyes. “Turn around for me, Sofia. Put your hands on the pillar and don’t move them until I say so.”
His voice was deep and commanding as he issued the order, and an unexpected thrill ran down my spine. I complied without hesitating for a moment. It also became clear to me then that, despite his alleged lack of ambition, the man was a natural-born leader.
And it wasn’t just because he had his hands on me. I wasn’t that far gone yet. I’d simply heard enough orders issued in my life to know the tone of a true-born commander when I heard it. Whatever it was, Lincoln definitely had it.
He brought his hands back to my shoulders, caressing them as he slid first the right then the left strap off. The movements were painstakingly slow, like he was enjoying dragging this out.
My back arched, and my pulse thrummed in my clit. I was aching for him, knowing even though we’d only been together one night before that I wouldn’t be left high and dry. My inner muscles squeezed around nothing, and a soft whimpering sound came out of me.
Linc chuckled darkly against the skin on my throat, his tongue licking and his teeth grazing against my exposed flesh. When he was finally done with the straps, he tugged the material free of my arms, and the fabric pooled around my waist.
A sharp intake of breath came from behind me when I felt his heat move away from me, his hands skimming under the dress until they landed on my bare butt. “You have the best fucking ass, Sofia. I swear. Every time I watch you walk in front of me, I get hard.”
I doubted it, but when I made a sound to that effect, I got a light spank for my efforts. It wasn’t really my thing, but everything felt good when he did it. “Thank you. Yours isn’t so bad, either.”
No reply came, but his fingers dug into my flesh and then trailed to my hips, over my hipbones, and to my thighs.
He was driving me crazy. I needed him to touch me, but he didn’t seem to be in any rush.
“Look at me,” he commanded quietly.
Again, I complied immediately. Turning to face him, I saw that his expression was one of pure lust. His eyelids were heavy, his lips were parted, and it seemed like he’d completely forgotten about our very public setting.
It did all the things to me, seeing him looking at me that way. My knees threatened to buckle, but he moved forward to pin me against the pillar with his hips. The weight of his body holding me against the cool concrete felt so damn good that my eyes fell closed.
My senses were on high alert as I swam in the sea of sensation he was causing, but what got to me most was his scent. He smelled like ocean and salt and man. I knew we were right next to the ocean, but his scent was distinct from the others in the air, like he’d soaked up a piece of Maine and brought it here with him.
When his fingertips grazed my skin again, I shuddered. It occurred to me that I should have been worried about getting caught. What I’d thought would be a hard and fast quickie was turning out to be anything but that.
I was so wrapped up in every touch that I couldn’t worry, though. Nothing mattered more