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"Come on. We'll go back to your place and hang out." I walk to the passenger door and open it for her. She stays at the back of my car for several long seconds before taking a deep breath and walking toward me. She stops in front of me, her eyes full of anxiousness. I bring my hand up and rub her cheek with the back of my knuckles.

"Don't look so scared. I won't bite." I motion for her to climb in, and she does. Then I lean down, pull the seat belt over her, and buckle her in. She huffs, but I ignore it as I bring my lips to her ear.

"Unless you want me to." Her breathing stutters, and her tongue licks her lips quickly. I smirk and close the door. I'm going to have fun with her today.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

ANSLEY

I SHIFTuncomfortably in Lincoln's car. My panties are wet from all our touching at the restaurant, and anticipation stirs in my stomach. Since the conversation I had with Liv and Caroline last night, I've wondered if I overreacted at the baseball game.

"Do you have any friends here?" Lincoln asks, and I turn my head toward him. I swallow as he glances at me before looking back at the road. You have to drive defensively in Atlanta. Moving from a small town here has been a bit of a shock. I clasp my hands in my lap as I stare out the windshield.

"No. Not really." I reply. I try not to sound sad, but it's hard. He slows to a stop at a traffic light and looks at me.

"Why not?" I shrug and look at him.

"Everyone is so fake. I'm nice to everyone but going out with them is out of the question. I like my job, but…." I trail off, and he arches an eyebrow.

"But?" He encourages me to continue. How do I tell him about the strange guy at work? The odd looks he gives me and how uneasy he makes me feel. Or how do I tell him I'm homesick? I thought I'd love everything about the city. My entire life, I couldn't wait to move out of Mississippi and somewhere with more energy. But it's not as great as I thought it would be. The newness is beginning to wear off.

"I don't trust the people I work with. They keep asking me to have drinks with them, and I keep saying I will, but I never do." Lincoln raises his hand to brush my hair out of my face and grip my neck. There's only one person I don't trust, but I don't want to think about that right now.

"Trust your gut, sweetheart. If they don't seem like good people, they probably aren't." He says, and my heart begins to beat rapidly. God, I've missed him. He begins to lean forward like he's going to kiss me again, but someone behind us is honking their horn. We break apart, and Lincoln turns to see the light has turned green.

The remainder of the ride to my apartment is done in silence, but it's not uncomfortable. He lets me be the DJ and laughs at me as I sing to him. As he pulls up to my apartment complex, I give him the security code, and he parks next to the Corvette. Butterflies take off in my stomach as we make our way to my door. He hasn't been here since the day he helped me move in.

I unlock the door, and his body heat engulfs me as he stands close. Opening the door, I let him in, and he glances around, a smile forming.

"Wow, Ans! This place looks great." I smile at his praise. It's a small apartment, but it's mine, and I'm proud of it.

"You could use a little bit more color at your place." I admonish him, and he rolls his eyes as he leans against the bar that serves as my table.

"How about the next time you come to town, I'll let you add some color?" He suggests. I break out into a smile and clap my hands.

"Really?" He nods as he pushes away from the bar and walks toward me. "Either blue or red," I tell him. Everything in his house is black or dark gray. I've been telling him for years that he needs more color. He comes to stand in front of me.

"Definitely red." He says as he brings his thumb and forefinger up to rub a piece of my hair between them. I swallow as I stare at him. He wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me close, leaning his forehead against mine. "I missed you so much, sweetheart."

Why is he so hard to resist? He's like a drug that I keep coming back to. I can only go without him for so long, but I'm addicted to him, and he's the only one that satisfies my cravings.

"I missed you too." I finally admit. It's like handing my heart over and not knowing if it will be returned in shambles. His hands move from my waist to my ass, pulling me closer. His hard length presses against me, and I want him to kiss me again, and then I want him to fuck me. His lips brush mine lightly, almost imperceptibly. When he doesn't move, frustration builds along my spine.

"Lincoln!" I breathe out. As if that's all the encouragement he needs, his lips come down on mine, and he sucks my bottom lip into his mouth. I gasp, and then his tongue explores my mouth.

I wrap my arms around his shoulders, holding on to him as he pulls my shirt out of my waistband and touches my bare skin. He pushes one hand up my shirt and rubs it along my spine, stopping at the clasp of my bra. He unsnaps it; then he rubs his hand along my ribcage and cups my breast in his hand.

My hips buck against him, and he puts his knee between my legs, and I shamelessly ride his thigh, looking for friction. His thumb flicks against my nipple, causing me to moan. His thigh is pressing the seam of my jeans into my clit, and I may come like this. My hands come to his shoulders, rubbing his pecs and then unbuttoning his shirt.

Our mouths never part; it's like we went so long without this now we can't get enough. He's like a cup of water after walking through the desert. I push his shirt off his shoulders impatiently, and then he lifts my shirt off me, our lips parting from each other long enough for it to clear my head.

I let my bra fall to the ground, and then he's guiding me to the couch. He sits down as I stand in front of him. He stares at me as his hands grasp my breasts, massaging them. He kisses my stomach and flicks his tongue into my belly button, causing me to gasp. I didn't know I'd like that.

He unbuttons my jeans and pushes them down my hips along with my thong. I stand before him naked, his eyes traveling from the top of my head to the tips of my toes and back up again. He goes to lie down, but I stop him. He arches an eyebrow at me.

"I want you naked too," I tell him, and he smirks as he stands, brushing his naked chest against mine, and I shiver. His hands go to the button of his jeans, but I bring my hands up to stop him. I move his hands, and they come to my hips, massaging me as I unbutton his jeans and then pull the zipper down.

I push the jeans down from his waist and boxers and watch as his cock springs out. I lick my lips at the sight of the red tip. He replaces my hands with his to push his jeans and boxers off and kick them to the side. I almost drop to my knees, but he stops me.

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