say it. I wouldn’t stop until he believed me.
He gripped me, his shoulder shaking with the force of his emotions. Incoherent words fell from his lips. I didn’t try to make sense of them. I knew he had to get them out, not let them fester. I let him rage until he was spent. A long shudder went through him. I dropped more kisses to his head, stroked his neck, and held him. Slowly, I felt him return, the feeling around us changing, growing—becoming heated.
His body trembled, his already tight embrace turning into a vise. “Sunny,” he moaned. “I need you.” I could feel his need in the tightness of his body, the desperation in his voice, and the rigidness of his cock pressed between us.
“Yes,” I gasped. “I need you, Linc. Now.”
I tore open his shirt, wanting to feel his skin. I reached between us, yanking on his belt, tearing the material as I pulled and grasped at the closure and zipper. I reached inside, his hot cock filling my hand. He groaned as I stroked him.
Linc’s large hands delved under the cotton shorts I had worn to clean the bakery, and with a low growl, he tore them off my body. I hadn’t bothered with underwear this morning. I gasped as the cool air met my skin. He grasped my buttocks, cupping them, stroking and squeezing. “Sunny,” he mumbled over and again. “Inside you. I need inside you.”
“Up,” I commanded, marveling at the ease with which he lifted his body and mine off the hard ground just enough so I could pull his pants down to free his cock. Seconds later, he was inside me, one hard thrust making us both cry out. He slid his hand up my back, burying it in my hair, holding the nape of my neck. He fastened his other hand on my hip, using it to guide me. I buried my face in his neck, moaning in long gasps at the sensation of him filling me.
There was nothing tender or sweet in our actions. This wasn’t making love. This was our possession of each other. Our need to feel something besides sadness and pain.
We moved together wildly. Pushed and pulled. Gave and took. My body was on fire for him, and Linc was frantic in his desire. He groaned and cursed, guided me up and down, pulled my face to his to kiss me, his tongue mimicking what his cock was doing to me. He gripped my shirt so hard I felt the seams rend, and I wondered if either of us would make it out of this with any clothes left intact. His suit was ruined, my clothes in tatters.
It didn’t matter.
He pulled back, our gazes locking. Passion, want, need bled from his eyes. So did love. I could feel it soak into my skin as we stared. His expression was fierce, his need rampant, but the Linc I knew, the one I loved so desperately, was still there—with me.
The moment was powerful—life-changing for us both.
Then his body locked down, and he pulled me to him, shuddering, filling me. His orgasm kicked off mine, and I cried out, my walls clamping down, my body spasming. Through it all, Linc held me close, his voice now tender, the sweep of his hand gentle. I collapsed into his chest, and he wrapped his arms around me, holding me securely. I felt his lips pressing to my head repeatedly, soft words being crooned as we slowly returned to earth. Returned to us.
I shivered as a cool breeze drifted around us, and Linc sat up, reaching for his jacket. He pulled it around me, then gathered me up in his arms again.
For a moment, there was only the sound of his rapid heartbeat under my ear, then he chuckled.
I lifted my head. “What?”
“I have never done a walk of shame before, but I’m pretty sure this one will be epic.”
I glanced down. My shorts were in shreds, my shirt so badly stretched it hung off my shoulders. Linc’s shirt was torn and dirty, his pants covered in grass and mud, hundreds of small tears in them from the rocks. I couldn’t help the giggle that escaped my lips. “Oops.”
“You can wait here, and I’ll go to the car and grab some things. We can change before we head back into town.”
I snuggled back into his chest. “Not yet.”
He stroked my hair, his voice low and tender. “Okay, Sunny-girl. When you’re ready.”
I couldn’t look at him.