Page 111 of Seduction Under the Southern Stars

Eventually, he opens his eyes, keeps them fixed on me, and begins to move.

Mmm… it feels different from being on top. He’s taking control a little more, directing the action. He kisses me, sliding a hand to my breast, and I groan as he plucks at the nipple, sending tremors through me. Oh God I love doing this. Now I can see what all the fuss was about. Not only does it feel amazing, but I love the fact that I’m connecting with him so intimately. I’m not his first—and technically he’s not my first—but right here, right now, there are only the two of us, and there’s something so special about that.

“Ahhh… Lora…” he whispers, and I know then that I’m getting to him too. “You feel amazing,” he adds, plunging inside me. He stops for a moment, pushing forward, burying himself right in the heart of me, and I moan and tip my head back, closing my eyes.

“Linc…”

“You’re so soft,” he says, brushing a hand down my body to my thigh. “All over.”

“You’re not.” I run my fingers up his biceps, then spread my hands across his pecs, all of which feel hard to my touch, tight with tension. I slide my hands around his ribs to his back, and feel the taut muscles supporting his spine, all the way down to his butt. Yes, that’s nice and tight, too.

“Is this okay?” he murmurs, still thrusting slowly. “You’re comfortable?”

I’m distracted by the movement of muscles beneath my fingers. “Yes…”

“Are you sure? Thirty percent meets with your approval?” He’s teasing me now.

“I think we’re only at twenty-five.” I wrap my legs around his waist. I know he’s holding back, and while I love that he’s considerate, I want more.

“Oh-ho,” he says, “I see.” He lifts up onto his hands, which are on either side of my shoulders. “Like this?” He thrusts, plunging down into me.

“Oh my God.” I shudder. “Yes…”

“Ah, baby…” He moves one hand to my thigh, then pushes my knee up a little more, tilting up my pelvis and changing the angle again. I bite my bottom lip, stifling the moan that threatens to escape my lips. I’m so glad he understands what I mean about him taking control. This is just what I need—slow, careful steps to enable me to gradually give myself over to him.

He closes his eyes, his hair falling across one eyebrow, frowning with concentration, and I melt inside. I already know I’m in trouble. I’ve fallen for him all over again. It was always going to happen, whether we had sex or not, but of course making love with him has only cemented it. I was never going to be able to remain distant from him once he’d been inside me.

He opens his eyes then, looking directly into mine, and the now-familiar zing of electricity shoots through me. It only enhances the pleasure that’s started to build deep inside me.

“Ohhh…” I suck my bottom lip as my focus changes and moves to between my legs.

“Ah… jeez…” He’s trying to hold back still, to be gentle with me.

“You can go harder,” I whisper. My face flushes at his startled look. I’m surprising myself that I want to be overwhelmed, and that I don’t want him to rein himself in.

He mumbles something, I can’t quite hear what, but I’m pretty sure the F word was in there somewhere. He steps up the pace, and I know then that he’s losing control, because his hips meet my thighs with an audible slap, and the sound of him plunging into me fills the air. Delight swells inside me, and automatically I lift my arms up and let them fall onto the pillow, stretching out beneath him.

His eyes meet mine. Our gazes lock. Slowly, pausing his hips for a moment, he clasps each of my hands in one of his. Our fingers interlink, which feels intimate and sexy for some reason. Then, holding them there, he starts moving again.

I’m pinned beneath him, unable to move, his weight pressing me into the mattress, his hands holding mine, completely at his mercy. I know he’s watching me carefully for any sign of fear, but I have none, because it’s Linc, and I love him, and he’d never hurt me, and I want him to take me this way, passionately, to claim me with everything he’s got. And after a while, when he obviously realizes I’m enjoying it and I’m not going to ask him to stop, his eyes close, and his hips speed up.

He’s pushing me up the bed with every thrust, slamming into me, grinding against my clit with every move, and I can feel my orgasm starting to build inside, everything compressing and tightening, ooooh, so tight it’s almost painful… I bite my lip hard so I don’t say ouch or squeal and make him stop, and then the pulses start, squeezing around him, soooo intense, oh my God, I’m not going to survive this… ooohhh… Yow!

I just think I can’t take anymore when the wave recedes, and I fall back onto the pillow with a relieved cry, right at the moment that he shudders and goes still.

“Fuck,” he yells, a guttural grenade of a word tossed into the air, and I feel him twitch inside me as he comes, his hips jerking with each of his spasms.

His hands are clenching mine so tightly that it’s a little painful, but I don’t say a word, loving every single millisecond of the way he’s just claimed me, without a hint of a spotted hyena in sight. And it’s only then, as his body relaxes and he remembers to breathe with a big gasp, that I realize I haven’t thought about my assault once. Linc has cleansed me, exorcized the ghosts, and made me his own. He’s filled my mind, shining so brightly that all my other memories have been reduced to dust.

Which is wonderful. Except that an image of him has been burned onto my retinas. I can see him even when I close my eyes. And I know it’s not going to fade anytime soon.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Linc

A little while later, while I make us both a coffee, Elora calls Fraser. She puts the phone on speaker and perches on the edge of the sofa. She’s wearing my T-shirt, which looks much better on her than it does on me. I’m wearing only my boxers. She likes that.

Fraser answers the phone after a couple of rings. “Hello?”

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