Page 16 of Strike Zone

“Shouldn’t you be sleeping?” He doesn’t make a move, pinning me with his ice-blue gaze.

“I thought you’d be off fucking some fangirl you met downstairs.”

“And yet you still hit me up. You must really want to fuck me, Diana.” His tongue darts out to wet his lips, his eyes still firmly on mine.

“Were you with someone else?”

“Does it matter?” He’s enjoying this.

My pulse is pounding so hard my ears are whooshing with every beat of my heart. Would I really sleep with him if he’s just been in another woman’s bed? “Were you?”

He runs the pad of his thumb over his bottom lip. “Why don’t you taste for yourself? Go on, kiss me. You’ll get your answer.”

Fuck. I hate to admit that I’m so turned on my pussy aches. What happens if I taste another woman’s arousal on his lips? Would I walk away? Can I stop myself? My breath is labored as I war with myself.

“Why did you even come? We didn’t exactly hit it off tonight?”

“You want me here. I came running. I’m curious how you got my number, though.”

“I may have swiped it from Brooke’s phone. You still haven’t told me if you were in another woman’s bed ten minutes ago.”

“Kiss me, Diana. You won’t be disappointed.”

With his eyes still locked on mine, I launch myself at him, my lips crashing down on his in a blaze of desire. The scent of his cologne invades my senses as our tongues twist and tangle in a frenzy of passion.

Without a word, he hoists me into his arms, kicking the door shut behind us as I wrap my legs around his waist.

He tastes like whiskey and mint, his lips soft but firm as he presses my back to the wall. His erection strains against his suit pants as he grinds against me, and I know he’ll split me in two, and I’ll love every minute of it.

“Diana.” My name is a whisper on his lips—a song of praise as he slides one hand up into my hair, grabbing a fistful as he captures my mouth in a primal kiss. It’s not the tender first kiss of young love or a hesitant caress between friends in hopes of something more. It’s raw, powerful, and earth-shattering.

“Bed. Now.” I claw at his jacket, fighting to divest him of some clothing.

“I’ll take you to bed when I’m good and ready, Diana. You’re not in the cage now. This is my arena.” He grinds his hips against me, the friction of his massive erection causing a tornado of sensation to take hold and sweep me up in a haze of desire.

“God, you taste good.”

“Just wait till you taste your arousal on my tongue.” Kissing his way down my neck, he untangles my legs from his waist, setting me down just long enough to grab the hem of my shirt and pull it up over my head, leaving me naked.

“Is that an offer?”

“It’s a guarantee.” He drops to his knees, his large, firm hand splaying on my stomach. As he lifts his gaze to meet mine, the fire in his eyes is all-consuming. “Part your legs, Diana.”

I do as he asks without hesitation, opening myself to him. Maybe I should be more bashful, but the moment for that passed when I texted him looking for a booty call. I slide one hand into his tousled hair, gripping it tight enough to pull his head exactly where I want him.

The second his lips press against my core, an explosion of sensation detonates, sending me spiraling into outer space. I groan his name, letting my hips grind in time with his tongue as he licks and flicks my clit. The warmth of his mouth is a delicious kind of wickedness.

“Linc. Yes! Right there.”

The stubble on his chin pricks my skin in a stark juxtaposition of the softness of his tongue, but there’s nothing gentle about the way he devours me. Every groan and rasp of his delight reverberates against my core, making every lick more intense, pushing me quickly toward orgasm.

His hands begin to roam, gripping my hips as he sets a punishing rhythm, forcing me to stay still, which isn’t an easy task when all I want to do is ride his face until he can’t take any more of me.

I hold on as long as I can, climbing higher and higher on a collision course with ecstasy.

“Not yet.” His words are a command, holding me on the edge of where I want to be and where I need to be in this moment. “You come when I let you, Diana.”

His words are my undoing.

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