Page 36 of Losing Ansley

"The fact that you're in my shirt and not wearing any panties makes me wonder if I can get an orgasm out of you before the popcorn stops popping." The microwave beeps as soon as the words are out of my mouth, and she arches an eyebrow. She leans forward and gives me a peck.

"That would be a no." She chuckles, and I tickle her. She swats at me as she pulls the microwave open and grabs the popcorn. I shake my head at her. "Will you grab a bowl? It's in that cabinet." I grab it and place it on the counter for her to pour the popcorn in. We walk into the living room and sit down on the couch.

She turns on the TV and pulls up Hulu. "Want to watchThe Golden Girls?" She asks, and I throw my head back to laugh.

"Hell, yes. I haven't watched that show in years." She beams at me as she turns it on. I wrap my arm around her, and she leans into my side as we share the popcorn. This day couldn't be any more perfect.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

ANSLEY

I MOANat the feeling building in my core. My breathing hitches when I feel fingers spread me open and a tongue lick up my center. I don't know how I got here, but I don't want it to stop. I suck in a breath, and my eyes fly open when I realize I fell asleep watchingThe Golden Girls, which is still playing in the background. The mouth leaves me.

"You awake, sweetheart?" Lincoln asks, and I make an obscene noise when he sucks my clit between his lips. My hands fly to his head. The last thing I remember was laying my head on Lincoln's chest and him wrapping his arms around me, and now here I am. What a way to wake up. He inserts a finger into my pussy, and I can't hold back anymore. I begin to thrust my hips. He inserts another finger and hooks it just so.

"Oh!" How is this even possible? He sucks and licks, and I want him to come up here and kiss me and then fuck me. "I'll never…." I trail off when my orgasm hits me like a freight train. "Lincoln! Oh god!" He sucks and licks through it to prolong it, but then I'm squirming away because I'm so sensitive.

He slowly crawls up my body, pushing up my t-shirt. He kisses my thigh and then my stomach and breast as he makes his way up to kiss me on my mouth. I thread my fingers through his hair and kiss him back with enthusiasm. When he pulls away, he lays his head on my chest.

"You'll never, what?" He asks, and I lay there trying to figure out what he's asking.

"Huh?" I question. He leans up, placing his chin in his hand.

"You said you'll never, and then you were coming." He tells me, a grin on his mouth, and I feel my cheeks heat at his bluntness. I wrap my arms around him, holding him tight.

"I was going to say I'll never get enough of you," I say as I look up into his hazel eyes. His mouth tips into a larger smile, and he leans down to kiss me softly.

"I'll never get enough of you either, sweetheart." After a few moments of silence, he leans over, grabs one of the water bottles from earlier, and hands it to me, helping me sit up. "You need to hydrate." I arch an eyebrow at him but take several gulps of water because I am thirsty.

"I'm going to need you to be my official alarm clock and do that every morning." He chuckles and takes the water back when I hand it to him as he places it back on the coffee table.

"Don't tempt me. I'll do that in a heartbeat." He states as he lays back down and rests his head on me. "You owe me two more." He says, and I laugh.

"If this is your idea of punishment, I may ignore you longer next time," I tell him, and he pinches my nipple, causing me to squeal. I love this side of Lincoln. I'm the only person who gets to see it. He rests his chin on me as he looks up at me, and I brush his hair back from his forehead.

"Please don't do that to me again, Ans." He begs, and I cock my head at him before glancing away.

"I didn't like ignoring you, Lincoln," I admit, and his hand comes up to cup my cheek, forcing me to look at him.

"Then, why?" He asks, and I exhale in frustration pushing him off me; standing from the couch, I begin to pace before looking back at him. He's sitting on the sofa, his elbows on his knees and his hands steepled as he watches me.

"You're honestly telling me you don't know why I ignored you," I exclaim, adrenaline rushing through my body. I've been avoiding this fight, but it's about to happen.

"I understand why you were angry at me, but you've never ignored me before." He explains, and I scowl at him. I feel tears build in my eyes, and I hate it.

"I ignored you because I wanted you to fight for me. I wanted you to tell Dylan and his promise to go to hell, and I wanted you to choose me. Instead, you shut down on me like you always do and let me leave." The tears fall freely now, and I swipe at them in frustration.

"I lived for years in Dylan's shadow," I whisper and take a deep shuddering breath. "I can't do that anymore. I'm not asking you to choose me over him. But he would get over it eventually. Dylan can be oblivious sometimes, but he does love both of us." I pause, not knowing what else to say.

"I talked to Dylan last night." He says, and my eyes widen.

"You did?" I ask.

"Yeah." He replies.

"I kind of hoped you had with the way you were acting at the restaurant," I mumble. "But I didn't want to get my hopes up." I bite my lip and look away. Lincoln sighs regret in his eyes.

"Well, I did, and he was pissed." I run my hands through my hair as anxiety stirs in my stomach. "Not because of what you think." He assures me. "He was mad because, as he so eloquently put it, I fucked you and didn't kiss you."

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