anyone other than me seeing my bra today.”
“I’m not judging,” he groaned. “I’m not complaining either.”
While his hands occupied themselves by getting rid of the bra, I used his distraction to get rid of his shirt.
Both our shirts heaped on the floor next to the couch. His gaze dropped lower then, and I was suddenly aware of the muffin top splayed over the top of my jeans.
Lincoln didn’t pay even a little bit of attention to it, though. It was like he didn’t even realize it was there. He flicked the button open instead, then took my hands and helped me up so he could roll them off my legs.
When they landed on top of the shirts, I sat back and hoped that almost lying down would flatten the muffin top a little. The look Lincoln gave me still didn’t give any indication that he’d noticed the definite weight I carried around with me.
He gave me a long, slow onceover that made me feel like he was looking at the sexiest, most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. His Cognac eyes had so much heat in them that the embers set my skin on fire as his gaze raked down.
“Fuck.” He swallowed a few times. “I can’t remember if I’ve ever told you this, but you’re fucking gorgeous. Thought you should know.”
All my self-deprecating retorts died on my tongue. How could I argue when I could see he meant every word?
As he stood up and unbuttoned his own jeans, kicking them off next, I couldn’t help but repeat his sentiment.
“I also can’t remember if I’ve ever told you this, but you’re fucking gorgeous. Thought you should know.”
He smirked—fucking dimples—and ran his hands up and down his sides. “Yeah? You think so?”
I took in every hard ridge of his body, every defined line, and every sculpted muscle. My mouth went dry. “Uh huh. I think so.”
I sat up, reaching for his hands. He cocked a dark brow at me but lowered himself down over me again. Immediately wanting to feel everything I’d just feasted my eyes on, I ran my palms over his chest and stomach.
As my hands glided over him, his muscles tightened, and soft noises came from the back of his throat. His eyes were closed again, and I took the opportunity to really explore him.
Neither of us seemed to be in much of a rush, which was new for us. But I liked it.
I liked noticing things about him I hadn’t before, like how his body was so firm and hard but his skin was so soft and warm. My hands traveled up and down, tracing along the lines he’d sculpted his body into.
When my fingers reached the elastic of his briefs, I planted an open-mouthed kiss on his strong throat and whispered into his ear. “Why did these stay on?”
“Before I could take them off, you gave me that come-hither look, so I did.”
A giggle rang out, but it took me a moment to realize it had come from me. Fuck it. Giggling is okay when I’m with a guy like him.
His muscles jumped when I hooked my fingers into the waistband and started working it off him. Once it was free of everything that could get hurt, I gripped it between my toes and used them to drag it the rest of the way off him.
When he was completely naked, my hands and fingers continued their exploration. I started at his chest and worked my way down but carefully avoided his erection. I earned myself a groan from him when I passed it by, but I ignored him.
I didn’t think we were only doing this to distract him from whatever shit had gone down, but I hoped that it was distracting him. I wanted him here, with me, right now. I didn’t want his mind wandering off, and this was the best way I knew to do it.
My fingers itched to touch his cock, but I kept them back for now. When I had caressed every part of his body I could reach, my hands traveled farther down.
“Sit up for a second,” I said, then slid out from underneath him as soon as he moved to comply. I dropped to my knees and wedged my shoulders between his legs, looking up into those smoldering eyes. “This okay?”
He barked out a disbelieving sound. “Do you really need to ask me that?”
Allowing my eyes to drop to his magnificent dick, I decided it looked perfectly happy to have me