Page 49 of Firefly Effect

I’m blind with need as our kiss deepens, our tongues sliding in circles around each other’s, and groans vibrate our bodies. At some point, I yank my mouth away, desperate for air. Throwing my head back, I suck in a deep breath, only to feel his mouth between my neck and shoulder, my sensitive skin buzzing to life.

Is this man for real? Single. A doctor. A damn good dad. A delectable kisser. And surely there’s more, if that’s even possible. I’m fucking ruined.

Lincoln’s tongue darts out, swiping against my neck as he slips off the straps of my cover-up one at a time, never leaving my skin as it slides around my collar. Then he kisses a trail down my sternum, tugging the fabric of my dress as he goes, until his mouth is nestled between my heaving breasts.

“Your skin is so soft,” he murmurs, his attention settling on my breasts. “So sweet.”

His beard is rough on my skin, but the friction of it only adds to the pleasure building in my core. He manages to slip my cover-up completely off my body, so I’m left in nothing but my yellow bikini.

I nearly choke as he reaches for one of the triangles of my top then runs a long finger up and down the edge of the material as my nipples rise to attention. His mouth dips down so he’s hovering there for a brief second before closing around me. He sucks the nipple into his mouth hard, soaking the material.

Pleasure shoots through me in a gasp, then he roughly yanks the triangle of fabric of my top to the side, takes one lingering look at my bare breast, then goes back to my nipple like a man on a mission.

A cry shoots up my throat at the intensity of his sucking. Just when I begin to feel a pinch of pain, he licks me there, soothing the ache before repeating the cycle over and over, then he moves to my other breast.

My bare breasts are completely exposed now as he feasts on me, an appetizer I swear he might not ever finish—until he moves back up to my mouth, lips latching to mine as his fingers slide down to my bikini bottoms.

“I’ve never wanted a man’s fingers inside me so badly,” I gasp.

He chuckles and slides his finger along the hem like he did my top. “Oh, Evie. When my fingers start fucking you, you’ll never want another man to touch you ever again.” He buries his mouth in my neck, baring his teeth and nipping my skin, causing me to jerk against his palm. He growls. “And I might just kill any man for trying.”

As badly as I want him to rip off my bikini bottoms completely, I relent to his pace. I’ve already told him what I want, and there’s no doubt he’s going to give me what I want, but he’s clearly a man who likes to tease and torture.

Lincoln slips a finger beneath the fabric, cursing under his breath when he reaches my center. He doesn’t waste a second gliding over my slit, up and down, in achingly slow fashion. “So wet already,” he groans, his fingers moving to my clit. “I bet you taste like absolute sin.”

It takes everything in my power to not grab his hand and use it as my own personal sex toy. If he doesn’t plunge those thick fingers inside me soon, I might just have to.

“Taste me and find out.” I say it as a dare, like I’m brave enough to suffer the consequences. Like he wouldn’t take me to a whole new level. Lincoln Reed won’t just taste me. He’ll eat my soul and spit out the pieces.

His mouth moves up to my ear, his breath hot. “Is that what you want, Evie? You want me to taste your sweet pussy?”

My whole body shudders at his dirty words and at the feel of his fingers tugging at the strings of my bottoms until they fall away, exposing me completely. “Y-yes,” I manage.

He chuckles again then pushes himself onto his stomach until he’s hovering over my center. His hands splay against my skin on the inside of my thighs, and he pushes them apart, spreading me wide and gazing down at me like I’m some kind of prize.

Then Lincoln looks up at me, his expression surprisingly serious. “Remember that day in my office when you told me you’ve never been able to have sex that involves an emotional connection?”

I nod, shivering at the memory and wondering why he would bring that up now.

“I’m not just going to make you come, Evie. I’m going to make you forget every other orgasm you’ve ever had.”

Somehow, I don’t doubt him.

“But I need to make sure this is more to you than just another casual experience.” His eyes stare into mine. “Tell me you feel this connection between us. Tell me this is something more.”

The desperation in his eyes, in his tone. I want to shout the answer he yearns to hear to the skies. I want to tell him I’ve never felt this intensity with anyone else. This isn’t casual. I know that. He knows that. But I’m frozen, mute.

“Tell me, Evie,” he repeats. “I need to hear you say it.”

My heart is pounding, making words impossible.

He growls at my non-response before he dives down and laps at my center, his tongue so wet and warm. I groan as he wraps his lips around my aching clit then sucks my sensitive nub into his mouth while his fingers dart deep inside me, in and out until my body quivers at my pending release.

“You’re good at that,” I gasp out, aching for release, building to a height I’ve never reached before.

He rips his mouth away and glares up at me, a warning that this won’t end well for me unless I do as he says. “You have no idea what I’m capable of doing to you.” He breathes heavily against my clit as his fingers continue moving in and out of me. “Tell me this is casual, and I’ll still let you come, but tell me this is more and you’ll be handsomely rewarded.” He curls his finger deep inside me. “I won’t just fuck you with my tongue and fingers, Evie. I’ll put you on my lap and bounce you on my cock until the moon and stars are all you see.”

My insides coil as my orgasm threatens to unleash.

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