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She looks back to me as I hold her hand tighter. “To my side?
“Oh no, you don’t.” I drop my bag and step into her, pinning her against the car. “You don’t open doors. I might not be a forever guy, but I know that when you’re about to drive away with a beautiful woman next to you, she doesn’t open a door. Ever.”
“Oh…I?—”
I cut off whatever she was about to say with a kiss so hard I feel it in every single cell. I wanted to kiss her the second I saw her after the game. Hell, I wanted to leave the sideline, climb up to the suites, and kiss her when I saw her on the big screen. It’s been two days since I’ve kissed her, and frankly, that’s just far too long.
I pull away, more because if I don’t then indecent things are going to happen here, and I know for a fact Ainsley isn’t ready for that.
“Linc?”
“Yeah?”
Her hand travels down the outside of my pants, lightly touching my already aching cock. “I’m ready for more fireworks.”
guide to love rule #7
Swear words are appropriate sometimes. Orgasms are one of those times.
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“Ainsley Mae…what are you doing?”
I lean over the center console, letting my hand graze where it just was a few minutes ago. “I don’t know what you mean?”
He gives me a side eye before turning his focus back to the short drive we have to his apartment. “You’re trying to kill me. That’s what I mean.”
Who am I, and when did I get so bold?
If I really sat back and thought about it, every single bold, scary, and frankly, out of character thing I’ve done can all be tracked back to the night I met Linc Kincaid.
But today? Today is even surprising me.
First, I threaten—well, the Ainsley version of threaten—another woman on the suspicion of nefarious intentions. Do I have proof? Nope. Just going off a vibe. I also danced with a camera on me that was displayed on the Jumbotron, took selfies with strangers, and now I’m rubbing my boyfriend’s penis in a moving vehicle.
Oh, and I realized I’m probably in love with Linc.
It’s been quite a day.
“I don’t know what you mean,” I say as I lean a little closer.
The low tone of how he mutters the f-word as I continue lightly stroking him might be the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.
“Ainsley, we have two minutes until we pull into the parking garage.”
“Oh, so are you saying you want me to stop?”
I start to take my hand off of the top of his pants, but I’m barely an inch away before Linc grabs my wrist, putting it back where I just was.
“No, don’t stop,” he says, hissing in a breath. “Don’t you ever fucking stop.”
I do what I was doing before, gently gliding my hand back and forth across his length. I don’t know if I’m doing this right. Jonathan wasn’t a fan of foreplay. I believe his words were, “Why mess around with this stuff when we could just have sex?”
So right now I’m going on intuition and watching every little reaction on Linc’s face. His sharp jaw is ticking back and forth. A few times he’s let his head hit the back of the seat. And the noises he’s making? I never knew noises could turn me on.
But they can. Oh mylanta they can…
