Page 148 of What's Left of Us

Slowly, his hands trail up my bare legs, lifting my shirt as he goes until I’m bare to him. His eyes flicker upward. “No panties this whole time?”

“You never came to bed last night.”

A noise rises from his throat as he drags me to the very edge of the table and presses his mouth against the inside of my knee. “A missed opportunity,” he murmurs against my skin, trailing his mouth north.

The tension coiling in my chest lowers to my stomach as he continues his path of kisses up my thigh, his broad shoulders keeping my thighs open to him.

I should stop him.

Make him talk to me.

Ask him what he needs to make this better.

But I don’t.

My hands go to his hair, combing through the short strands as he moves my calves over each of his shoulders. “Please don’t stop,” I beg when his mouth stops short of where I want him.

I can feel him smile against me, his teeth biting down on the soft flesh at the apex of my thigh and earning him a sharp breath. He lifts his head to look at me through his lashes, his eyes darkened by lust.

“Your pussy is mine,” he states.

Shakily, I nod. “Yours.”

He grabs my hand and drags his finger along the rings resting there before dipping his head between my legs and showing me exactly how “his” I am.

Back arching, I moan out his name as his tongue swipes over the nerves that send shockwaves down my legs.

My free hand goes back to his head, gripping his hair as he works me skillfully to the brink. I lie back and submit myself to the feeling he creates with his lips and tongue, gasping when a finger joins in. Then two.

“Lincoln,” I rasp when a third enters me.

“You’re mine, Georgia. Say it.”

“I’m—” I suck in a breath when he hits my G-spot, and black dots cloud my vision.

He does it again.

And again.

And again.

“Say it,” he commands. “Tell me you’re mine.”

My stomach tightens, and a spark of warmth travels down my spine as I start to break.

“I’m yours,” I cry out, feeling the orgasm take over my body when his lips suck my clit into his mouth as he slams three fingers inside of me like I’d wanted his cock to last night.

The overwhelming feeling blinds me as I struggle for air, my body coming off the table as he rides out the wave of pleasure coursing through me.

When he lifts his head, I see myself glistening on his lips. “You better remind Luca Carbone of that the next time you see him. I’m sure it won’t be long.”

I gape as he stands and adjusts himself. He starts walking down the hall, leaving me spread and sated on the table. “I’m going to bed.”

*

A plate ofcookies gets shoved in front of my face, making me jerk back from the catalog I was searching. “Hannah?”

Lincoln’s little sister sets the plate full of chocolate chip cookies in front of me. “They have extra chocolate in the middle,” she says, sliding the plastic-wrapped platter closer to me. “I heard you have a sweet tooth like me.”

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