Page 70 of Firefly Effect

I take a long, deep breath to clear the jitters, but it doesn’t help. So I take the opportunity to scan his room for anything exciting. Porn on the nightstand? Nope. Women’s underwear? Definitely not. Unmade bed? Not a chance. Dirty clothes strewn about the room? Never.

In fact, his room is rather boring. Besides the gold-post king-sized bed, the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the corner, and the long dresser, there’s absolutely nothing to the room. No decor, no personality. It’s like… a hotel room, at best. Nothing gives any indication that the Reeds are planning to stick around Bryson City.

I realize quickly that my rambling thoughts are a distraction to the mission at hand. Looking back toward the bathroom, Lincoln is still standing there, his back turned to me, his palms clutching the edge of the counter, but his eyes have shifted. Now, they’re bold and blazing and focused on me.

Stopping in my tracks, I suck in a breath, but my hesitation only lasts a second. I’ve made it this far—I’m not stopping now. After taking another step forward, then another, then several more, I’m standing directly behind him and slipping my arms around his waist.

He groans. “It’s about damn time you took a hint.”

I smile and press my cheek into his back while letting my hands roam the terrain of his chest. “Is that what that was? I thought you just forgot to close your bedroom door before you started stripping for me.”

He chuckles and places his hands over mine. “I didn’t know how you’d feel about joining me for a shower.”

“Then you should have asked.”

He grips both my hands and moves them slowly down his chest. “But this was so much more fun. Now I know how desperate you are for me,” he teases, bringing my hands to his washboard abs.

“That or I just wanted an excuse to check out your room.”

“Oh yeah?” Lincoln chuckles. “And what have you found?”

My hands move perilously close to the elastic of his boxer briefs. “Your lack of decor, for one.”

“Interior design isn’t my thing. There’s still a pile of unopened boxes in the garage too. I’ll get to them one day.” He smiles at me in the mirror, making me completely forget why I even noticed that his room looks less lived in than most vacation homes. Instead, I focus on the fact that he’s just removed one of his hands from mine while slipping the other beneath his underwear.

He lifts his brows as if challenging me to take hold of him. “You want to know what I think?”

I nod, too nervous to speak with my heart practically beating inside my throat.

“I think you missed my cock.” His raspy tone vibrates throughout my body as he pulls my hand down even farther and molds my fingers around his erection. “He missed you too.”

My body shudders at the memory of his thick length sliding into me and the effort it took for my body to accept something of that magnitude—entering me, fucking me, owning me.

Lincoln’s palms move back to the counter while I give in to the feel of him, appreciating his shaft with each long stroke, memorizing every ridge and contour like I might need to identify it by touch alone someday.

A moan tears from his throat. “If you had any fucking clue what you do to me.” He spins around, sliding my hand from his boxer briefs, and he presses my belly against the counter. He takes hold of my chin and turns me so I’m staring back at him over my shoulder, then he crushes my lips with his.

As powerful and commanding as the kiss feels, there’s a sweetness to it as well. Like every touch between us is careful not to cross some invisible line. Like he’s holding back—but why?

When he slips a hand beneath my shirt and up to my bare breast, my negative thoughts flutter away.

His kiss engulfs me, his cock pressing insistently between my clothed ass cheeks as he takes a handful of my breast and squeezes. When his mouth slips from mine and he buries his sexy mouth in the crook of my neck, a pulse of electricity hums through my body.

“You smell so sweet,” he murmurs. “Sweet, sweet Evie.” His free hand slips beneath my shorts and panties, all the way down to the wet evidence of my arousal. “I love that this is all for me.” He sweeps a finger into my slit then immediately attacks my clit, teasing the bundle of nerves in a slow and steady circle.

It’s me who’s gripping the counter now, my focus bouncing back and forth between Lincoln’s tongue and mouth kissing every inch of skin he can find and his hand in my shorts playing with me. He curses as his knuckle gets caught on the fabric of my panties, causing him to yank out his hand and immediately begin sliding off my clothes.

He whips off my shorts and panties first, followed by my shirt, then takes a long, thorough look at my reflection. He gazes at my naked breasts, his eyes dilating at the sight. His hands follow suit, the pad of one thumb brushing over one nipple before circling my sensitive peak while his other hand slips back down to tend to my pussy. Somehow, he knows just the right amount of pressure to make my eyes roll into the back of my head. Fuck.

My entire body is reacting to the way this man is touching me, teasing me. My legs quake, and my abs clench, all in preparation for an epic release. But just when I think my orgasm is building to release, Lincoln’s hands slide down my body, until he’s kneeling on the floor behind me.

Rough hands grip the backs of my thighs, wedging them apart. My eyes shoot open when I feel his wet tongue curl beneath my slit. With a single swipe, Lincoln licks me from clit to ass, a growl rumbling through him so intense that I can feel the vibration.

“Holy shit, Linc.” I brace myself on the counter, knowing nothing can prepare me for what he’s about to do. “More,” I beg.

Hands slide up my thighs to my ass cheeks. He spreads me so quickly that my eyes fly open at my reflection. My cheeks are stained red, my nipples so hard and tight they’re aching for more of his touch. Then he tongues me again, this time tracing the outline of my pussy and ass, teasing each hole that he wants to drive his shaft into.

I press myself down onto the counter, cheek down, breasts flattened, then I lift my hips and move them against his face, needy for more. Two fingers plunge into my center, shocking my system as much as they turn me on. He pulls back just as quickly, then he stands, towering over me with his chest heaving and his mouth glistening with my juices.

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