Page 40 of Housebroke

This was what swooning felt like. She held on while he took the steps what seemed like two at a time, their mouths still fused together in the swirling heat of passionate need.

How could Linc see where he was going? More importantly, did she even care?

No, she absolutely did not, because he had a tight hold of her and she knew he’d get her there. She could bet he’d get her there in many ways.

He pushed open the door to his bedroom and put her down.

“We need to get you out of your pretty new dress.”

She slanted a half smile at him, then turned around to give him access to the zipper. As he drew it down, his fingers brushed the bare skin of her back, making her shiver all over.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Definitely okay.” If his slightest touch elicited that reaction, she couldn’t imagine what would happen when... well, sheactually could imagine. She’d imagined it a lot lately. She just wasn’t certain she’d live through it.

The dress pooled at her feet. She bent over to pick it up and heard Linc groan. When she turned around, his lips curved.

“You have a great ass, Hazel. And that fancy lacy underwear? Damn.”

Her insides fluttered when he complimented what she thought was average underwear. And, okay, it was the finest she had. Maybe she’d had some insight that things were leading here. Either way, she was grateful she’d worn the good stuff. “Thank you.” She felt pretty. And desirable. Two things she hadn’t had in her vocabulary in far too long. She wasn’t going to question it or put conditions on it. Tonight, she was going with it.

He took the dress from her and hung it up in the closet, then led her to his bed, sitting her on the edge of the mattress. He bent down and removed her shoes, smoothing his hands along the undersides of her legs, eliciting chill bumps on her skin.

“Amazing legs, too.” He pressed a kiss to her knee, then paid attention to every nook and curve of her legs before standing and removing his shirt while simultaneously kicking off his shoes. Next came his pants, leaving him in only his boxer briefs.

Now they were getting somewhere. And, whoa, Linc had quite a body. She couldn’t wait to get her hands and mouth all over him. In fact, she started to get up to do just that, but he leaned over her, giving her shoulder a gentle shove to lay her down on the bed. He swept his fingertip across the curve of one breast, then the other, making her breath catch.

He captured that breath with his lips covering hers. Shereached up, needing to feel that contact of his warm skin touching hers as his tongue slid into her mouth, eliciting shivers, making every part of her hyperaware of every part of him—especially that hard part of him pressing against her thigh.

And his hands. They were everywhere, sliding along her rib cage, cupping her butt, exploring every inch of her skin and making her writhe against him because she needed him to touch more of her. She wanted his hands everywhere, and when he teased his fingertips across the top of her bra, the sensation shot straight south to her core. In response, she reached up, sliding her hands along his arms, feeling all that muscle bunch and tense beneath her palms.

She lifted her hips against his cock and was rewarded with his deep, guttural groan. It felt good knowing he was as into this as she was, that he felt the same intense desire that swept her along like a storm.

She pulled her lips from his, staring up at his meltingly sexy brown eyes.

“How about we get totally naked?” she asked.

The corners of his lips tipped up. “I like that idea.” He reached underneath her and with one deft movement had the clasp of her bra undone.

“Hmm. You’re very good at that. I think you’ve done that before.”

“A time or two.” He pressed a kiss to her shoulder, then pulled the straps of her bra down her arms, removing it and tossing it aside, baring her breasts. He cupped them gently, then slid his tongue over one nipple, making her gasp.

“Oh, yes,” she whispered, nearly dying from the excruciating pleasure.

Until he did the same to the other. Then “yes” nearly became “oh my God,” and she was certain this was some kind of a near-death experience from having her nipples licked and sucked.

But, hey, it had been a long dry spell, and she desperately needed some action. And this was some serious action.

After thoroughly lavishing attention on her breasts, he kissed his way across her rib cage and down her stomach, lingering at the edge of her underwear. And then he gently started rolling them down, kissing her hip bone, the top of her sex, and finally peeling her panties down her legs. He made eye contact with her, his expression dark and delicious with intent before he spread her legs and went down on her.

She momentarily lost the ability to breathe when his mouth made contact with her clit. The only thing she could think of was to beg her body not to come too fast. But oh, she was getting there because Linc had apparently zeroed in on exactly the right spot, sliding his tongue over and over at exactly that place that felt so good. And she couldn’t help herself; it was too good and she needed this orgasm so badly.

She might have screamed. She couldn’t say for sure because she also might have blacked out when she came. All she could remember was lying on the bed like she’d just run a marathon, even though she was pretty certain that whole thing had taken no more than fifteen seconds.

Linc climbed up and braced his hands on either side of her. “Needed that, didn’t you?”

“You might say that.”

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