Page 27 of Missing Linc
Well, look who just earned more golden stars.
“Clean-freak, and fan of consent? I didn’t think I could get hornier. I was wrong,” I say, partly unable to believe I said that out loud.
His jaw certainly drops. And I do him a favor by closing it back up with a kiss on his chin, then his mouth. And then we’re back where we started.
Devouring each other and grinding to our heart’s content.
His hands go down to my hips and he lifts me in his arms, backtracking us through a hallway that may as well be a fucking labyrinth before we get to the bedroom—which smells of lavender with the bed made up like a hotel. Of course.
He lowers me down on the comforter, and I hook my legs around his waist, pulling him to me, not willing to let him go.
The only reason I see to do so is to take his shirt off. That I’m happy to do. So, so fucking happy. Because those abs, that chest, the chiseling all over…
Horny doesn’t even cut it!
CHAPTER7
Linc
I’m about to explode.I know I am. Having Cam right underneath me, his soft, delicate hands running circles down my chest, his eyes burning holes in mine.
I forgot how much fun this can be. Being with someone, wanting to devour them, to lick every inch of them, to feel the heat course through every limb.
I haven’t felt like this in a while. I haven’t felt this in forever. Which should have been an indication earlier, much earlier in my relationship surely.
But no.
Enough thinking about her.
I have Cam. I’m with Cam. He’s all I should be thinking about.
I trap his lips in my mouth, licking them with my tongue while I grind against his crotch. His moans tell me he’s enjoying this just as much as I am.
This… this is easy. What the hell was I even afraid of? Being with someone else, being with a guy, it’s not scary or weird. It’s fun. It’s like… it’s like I’m where I’m meant to be.
I let my hands rub his cheeks, caress the tender skin before I push them down his neck, his chest, his stomach.
My fingers curl around the hem of his T-shirt, and I pull it off him. The temperature between us goes up several notches.
I feel his body under my fingertips, looking at his torso. He’s got two scars under his chest and my fingers trace under his ribs.
Cam must notice my hesitation. He grabs my hands and I look up at him.
“Don’t worry. It’s been two years since my top surgery and I’m all healed,” he says. “You can touch me anywhere you want, but I don’t have as much sensation on my nipples anymore. Just as an FYI.”
“Oh… okay,” I say.
“Are you okay?”
I look at his chest and back at him.
“I just… I don’t want to hurt you.”
His smile brightens up the night in my room and his hand comes up to my cheek.
“You’re not. Don’t worry. I’ll tell you if you do.”
I nod and bring my attention back to his nipples and can feel his gaze on me as I reach for them with my fingers, then my tongue.
