Page 76 of Strike Zone

My fingers dance along the planes of his broad shoulders, his muscles taut as he supports his weight on either side of me. Everything about Linc is intoxicating. The remnants of his cologne soothe me as I breathe him in. His skin is like running your hand over the finest silk but just beneath the surface is a toned sculpture worthy of Greek mythology.

I slide one hand between us, my pulse quickening as I form a fist around the base of his cock, my fingers far from touching because of his size. Positioning him at my entrance, I press a sensual kiss to his lips. “Make love to me, Linc, because I love you.”

With a groan that makes my body tingle, he thrusts inside me, devastatingly slow and sensual until he’s seated to the hilt, filling me, stretching me, claiming every part of me as his.

“Diana.” His breath is labored, almost anguished, as my name falls from his lips. “Jesus, you feel so good. I can’t…”

“I need you.”

He circles his hips, pulling back, a deep, shuddering breath running through him as he rears up, letting his head drop back as a roar escapes his chest. “Fuck.” He thrusts deep inside, visibly restraining himself.

“I don’t want you to hold back, Linc. I won’t break.” We begin to find a rhythm, our bodies moving as one, the passion between us transforming from the frenzied fuck that brought us together into a sensual, earth-shattering intimacy I’ve never had before.

Every kiss and touch are a gentle caress, a love letter between souls yet to be written. I’m lost to anything and everything around me. All I see is us—the way the muscles in his arms cord as he braces himself above me and where our bodies meet as he circles his hips. Gradually, he quickens the pace until the first vines of pleasure wrap themselves around me, their tendrils spreading like wildfire, the beginnings of my release taking hold.

“Oh God, Linc… I’m… oh God.” My voice trembles as his thrusts become longer rather than harder. It’s torturous and wicked, yet with such tenderness, my heart is full. I’ll never get enough of this—of Lincoln Nash.

As my thighs begin to shake, Linc captures my lips, our tongues twisting and tangling in time with his long, sensual strokes. When I can’t hold on any longer, I wrap my arms around his neck, deepening our kiss. “Linc…”

“Come with me, Diana.” His words are my undoing, my orgasm crashing over me—through me—washing away my past, leaving only us.

“Linc… yes… oh God.” He swallows my cries as he finds his release, kissing me as if it were his last. The warmth of his tongue, coupled with the power of our joint release ripping through us is an explosion—sensory overload in a perfect philharmonic symphony of indulgence and desire.

We ride the aftershocks together, lost in soft kisses and whispered words. I’m loathe to give him up when his arms can no longer hold him above me. As he rolls off me, he opens his arm, pulling me close to his side, and I try to catch my breath.

“Diana.” He sweeps the hair off my face, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of my nose.

“Yes?”

“You have nothing to fear with me. I adore you, and I’m not going anywhere. I’m all in. The whole nine yards. I want everything with you. This is just the beginning for us.”

“I think I’m going to be sick.”

“Are you ever going to let me say romantic shit to you? That was top-quality boyfriend material.”

“It was beautiful, and I love you so freaking much it’s ridiculous, but I meant I’m literally going to hurl.” I jump out the bed and run to the bathroom.

I can hear him shuffling around, so I offer a preemptive strike.

“Don’t come in here.”

“I’ve seen this a million times. I’ll hold your hair.”

“We just made love for the first time, and trust me, I’m about to gag at my word usage, but it’s the truth.”

“Exactly. I love you, so let me come in and look after you.”

“No. I need this one thing. I promise tomorrow you can get all gung-ho about the boyfriend life, but tonight, I just want you to think about the me of two minutes ago, not this part. Okay?”

“Okay, southpaw. I’m going to look for your favorite sweats and leave them at the door. I’ll go make you some of that peppermint tea. Holler if you need me.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Linc.”

“Yeah?”

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