Page 42 of It Takes a Thief
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Mer,” he says huskily, his hot gaze practically burning my skin. “Absolutely perfect.”
Moving fast, he pushes me back down and then his mouth latches onto a nipple, tongue swirling it into a taut peak. It feels so good, and when he scrapes his teeth along the sensitive flesh, a whimper tears from the back of my throat. At the same time, his hand slides down, caressing my stomach for a moment, then dipping down the front of my pants and straight into my panties.
Those callused fingers separate my slick folds and easily slip inside because I’m soaked. There’s no hiding the way I’m dripping for him. He strokes me while still licking and laving my breast, and I shamelessly push against his hand, needing more.
“Oh, God, Linc…”
I’m writhing against him, and I can feel the pressure building. Suddenly, he’s up, moving fast, and I barely blink before he strips the rest of my clothes off. Naked and vulnerable, I look up at him and offer myself completely.
His hot gaze slowly slides down my body like a physical touch, and a tremble racks through me from head to toe.
“I need you to be ready for me,” he grates, parting my thighs further, holding them against the mattress, and opening me up.
Good thing I’m flexible, I think. I also feel incredibly vulnerable at this moment. He’s still wearing jeans and I’m naked as the day I was born.
His eyes feast on me for a long moment and the look on his face—so fierce and hard—makes my pussy throb. “Then I’m going to fuck you, Mer. And I can’t promise to be slow or gentle because my control is shredded. You’re the sweetest fucking thing. I can’t forget your taste and I want seconds, sweetheart.”
He scoops my ass up and drops his head, lapping up my seam with a flat tongue.Ohmygod. I buck up, nails digging into the comforter. The moment his lips wrap around my clit and do that magical sucking thing, stars flicker at the edges of my vision. I feel like a rocket launching into space, the G-Force holding me down, and then boom! Sweet, sweet release.
Ripples of pleasure ping through my body and Linc lowers me back down. I hear a packet being torn open and my eyes flicker back open just in time to see him shuck his jeans and black boxer briefs.
Oh, Holy Mary, Mother of God.His body is a thing of beauty. Like a sculpture carved from marble that should be displayed in a museum. My attention drops to his cock, protruding proudly, and my heart rate goes into double time. Hell, triple time. Even though I don’t have anything to compare it to, I’d say it’s damn near perfect. I’ve heard thickness beats length, but he’s got both going on, and I raptly watch as he rolls the condom down his shaft. He roughly strokes himself a couple of times then settles a knee on the mattress, grabs my ankles and tugs me closer.
My toes curl at the feral look in his dark, hooded eyes. He drops down over me, settles himself between my thighs, and pushes my legs apart. Reaching between our bodies, his fingers begin stroking me again, sliding in and out, rubbing my clit and coating it with my wetness. Scissoring and stretching.
“Linc,” I moan. God, I sound needy. He has me so worked up, so desperate for his cock, I’m aching. Another orgasm hits me and my body quakes. As pleasure rolls through me, he notches the head of his cock at my slippery entrance. Maybe it won’t hurt much because I’m riding a wave of bliss right now. Maybe he’ll go slow—
Linc slams into me and I cry out. Then he holds still, allowing me to adjust to the feel of him lodged deep inside me, stretching me like the freaking Jaws of Life. I’m waiting for the sting to recede because, yeah, it really hurts. My nails sink into his rock-hard biceps, and I let out a pained whimper.
“It’ll be okay,” he promises, then captures my lips in a slow, sensual kiss that sends my senses reeling once again into some distant orbit. At the same time, he slides almost all the way out and pushes in again. It’s not entirely unpleasant, but certainly not as pleasurable as his lips wrapped around my clit.
His hips begin to pump, starting an easy, slow rhythm, and the pain fades with each thrust. Hovering above me, jaw clenched, elbows locked, I can see the strain on his face and the way he’s striving to maintain control. Even though he warned me he wasn’t slow or gentle, he’s being so careful. My chest tightens and warmth floods my heart.
And, in that moment, I know he’s the best man I could have chosen. The only man. Despite his gruff exterior, and his warnings that he only does hard and fast, his deliberate movements are attentive and considerate. He could break me in two with little effort, use me and toss me aside. But that’s not who he is, and it’s why I trust him thoroughly.
With my life and my body, I realize. Because he’s so much more than a man being paid to protect me. Now, he’s my lover.
At least, until I return to Arcadia to face an unwanted future.
Chapter Sixteen: Linc
Merritt Fontaine is going to be my undoing.
Sweat slicks my brow as I thrust into her wet heat, trying not to hurt her more than I already have. Her body fits my cock like a glove, and I can feel my control slipping. My release is threatening, but I need to make sure she comes again before I lose control and jump the gun. After this night is over, she’s going to be the most satisfied lover in the world. Hell, in the history of fucking.
I’ll make damn sure of it.
“Get there, Mer,” I growl, pumping harder and losing the rhythm I’ve been struggling to hang on to. The pressure is building at the base of my spine and I rub her swollen clit faster, trying to find the right speed to make her fracture for a third time.
Just when I think I’m not going to last, she lets out a sharp cry and bucks beneath me.Thank fuck. Balancing my weight on one elbow, I pull her leg around my waist and surge forward, burying myself to the hilt.
“Fuck,” I rasp, my balls tightening. A groan rips from my throat as a powerful orgasm tears through me. My entire body shudders so fucking hard, it’s like an earthquake just hit, and Merritt and I are the epicenter.
The exquisite pleasure roaring through my body is unlike anything I’ve experienced before. Completely other-level. It throws me off my normal game and I lose myself in the amazing woman beneath me.
“So damn good,” I moan, then press a soft kiss to her parted lips. Our tongues tangle lazily for a few moments, then I pull back and stare into her slightly dazed eyes. Sex is always good. I enjoy it. Need it. But what just happened between Mer and me feels—I swallow hard, lost in her baby blues—different.
I blink back to reality and slowly pull out of her body, mindful to take it easy since this is her first time and she might be sore. I’m feeling really fucking special that she chose me. Words elude me, so I drop a kiss on her shoulder before sliding out of bed to take care of the condom.
