the bench. I pant as I gaze at him.
“You took away my end reward,” I pout.
He chuckles, the sound coming out husky. “Sorry, baby, but I want to be inside your perfect warm body when I come.”
I move my hips, sliding my slick center along his shaft. My eyes nearly roll back with the sensations. Leaning forward, I whisper against his lips, “I need you, Lincoln. Please.”
His eyes flare, and his jaw clenches. “Sit up,” he rasps, and I do so.
The moment the tip is at my entrance, I slide down slowly, relishing how full I feel.
“Oh, God, that feels sooo good,” I moan.
“Hell yeah, it does.”
I lift up and slide back down. He grabs my hips and helps me along. With my arms around his neck, I press my lips against his. Our tongues tangle together in a slow leisurely kiss while we sit on the bench and make sweet love, the mist from the shower surrounding us.
It doesn’t take us long to find our release. My walls tighten, and an explosion of colors burst behind my closed eyes. I bite my lip to keep from screaming out and ride out the bliss overtaking my body. Lincoln groans deeply, his thighs stiffening beneath my butt as he finds his own release. After, I hunch forward, resting my forehead on his shoulder, my breaths coming out uneven. Lincoln’s big hands rub up and down my back, his own heavy breathing fanning across my ear.
“You good?” he asks.
“Yeah,” I mumble my reply.
Coming to his feet, he carries me the few steps so we’re under the shower spray. I release my legs from around his waist and stand on wobbly legs. A moment later, I feel his hands massaging shampoo into my hair. Lazily, I lift my head and open my eyes. He smiles down at me and nips the tip of my nose with his teeth. I grin back at him. After he rinses my hair, he applies the conditioner. I love it when he washes my hair. It’s so relaxing and feels wonderful.
Once we’re both squeaky clean, he turns the shower off, grabs a towel just outside the door, and dries me before taking care of himself. When I move to leave the shower, my legs jerk before going stiff. With a frustrated growl, I grab one of the shelves in the shower to steady myself. I’m not there long before Lincoln lifts me off my feet with an arm around my back and one under my knees.
“I’ve got you,” he murmurs, moving us across the bathroom and into the bedroom to the bed.
“You’re too good to me,” I mumble.
He scoffs. “There’s no such thing. You deserve everything, Molly, and I love giving it to you.”
I smile sweetly at him as he hands me my sleep shirt and shorts. “I love you.”
He leans down, gives me a kiss, and says against my lips, “I love you too.”
He turns and heads toward his dresser, flashing me his delectable ass. As he grabs a pair of cut-off sweats, I slip on my shirt and shorts. On his way back to the bed, after turning off the bathroom light, a flash of lightning lights up the room, followed quickly by a loud crack of thunder. I yelp in surprise, and my eyes jerk to the window. My body tenses, and my heart pounds heavily in my chest. The bed dips and Lincoln climbs in behind me, wrapping his arms and legs around me and pulling my back against his chest. Having him surround me is the only way to calm my anxiety during thunderstorms. He nuzzles my hair away from my cheek with his chin, then presses a soft kiss against my temple.
“Why don’t you grab Anna’s journal and read me a couple of entries before we go to sleep?”
Inhaling deeply, I breathe out my unease. “I like that idea.”
I reach over to the nightstand, grab the journal, and snuggle back against his firm chest. Finding my spot, I flip it open and rest it against my bent knees.
“Tomorrow is our fifth wedding anniversary. My parents are taking Jack Junior and Isabelle for a few days while Jack and I go away somewhere. I asked where he was taking me, but he refuses to tell me, instead, telling me it’s a surprise. I’m excited because I know no matter where we go, I’ll love it since I’ll be with him. He did give me an early anniversary present though. It was a beautiful