Page 43 of Missing Linc
I find it hard to believe because, duh! He had to spend the whole time in the car while I drove us around and delivered pizza to every hungry New Harlow citizen.
“Me, too. Even if we kept getting interrupted,” I tell him.
“It just added some spice to the night,” he says with a cheeky smile.
God, those eyes… if they could speak, what would they say? Because I certainly know if they had a mouth, they would have gobbled me up by now.
I can’t believe I was so hard on him last time. Not that I wasn’t right to. But still.
He looks at me like I’ve hung the moon. It’s an odd feeling. It feels like I’m the happiest person in the world, and at the same time makes me stressed as fuck.
I’ve never had anyone look at me like that. What if he’s disappointed? What if he’s setting his expectations way too high and I’m gonna come crashing down from that pedestal?
“A penny for your thoughts?” he asks, his fingers brush my cheek before they settle under my chin and he hovers his lips over mine.
There’s a butterfly in my stomach. A wild, erratic butterfly that won’t stop batting its wings.
I feel its flutter In my chest, my neck, my fingers and my arms, and in my dick.
Damn it.
I can’t resist him.
I shouldn’t resist him.
Why should I? Tonight was one of the best nights of my life, and he has more than proven himself worthy of me.
And who the hell do I think I am to think he’s worthy of me, anyway?
I’m an idiot.
“I was thinking…” I start and suckle on my bottom lip, looking deep into his brown eyes and savoring the sensation as if I’m never going to have it ever again. “How about we use those condoms you brought? It’d be a shame to let them go to waste.”
He laughs and the sound, so guttural and genuine and beautiful, sets my body on fire.
We get out of the car and rush inside where he takes me straight into his bedroom and gets us both naked.
We lie facing each other, and our tongues and hands do all the talking. His cock rubs against mine while his hands massage my chest, my back, my neck, every inch of me.
I take hold of his cock—his breath catches in my mouth—and I place it between my legs, grinding on him, my t-dick feeling the brunt of our little humping motion.
I slide my palms over his abs, so defined and hard against my touch, and trap his nipples between my fingers, pushing a grunt out of him. I keep at it until he’s gasping in my mouth both from the friction between us and the teasing of his nipples. He would look so sexy with a nipple piercing.
His butt cheeks are my next target and squeezing them in my hands can push agruntout ofme. But I keep it together.
I’m a thirsty queen, but I’m notthatthirsty.
Yeah, keep telling yourself that, Cam.
He puts up a hand between us and pushes me off him gently. I open my eyes and stare at him.
“You need to stop or I’ll come before we’ve even gotten to the good part,” he says.
I smirk.
“If you’re so close to the edge, doesn’t that mean this isalsothe good part?”
He bites his lip and looks up in fake thought and I can’t help but kiss the cuteness away.
