Page 43 of Where We Found Our Home
“Don’t stop, Linc. I want you.”
He growls, and next thing I know my legs are wrapped around his waist and he’s carrying me through my living room, never taking his lips off of mine.
The locks.He sucks on my neck.
The end table.He squeezes my ass.
The knife.He runs his hand through my hair.
The room checks.He nibbles on my ear.
My head is too loud, and I can’t ignore the pounding in my chest anymore. My breath catches, and Lincoln pulls away from me, eyes wide with concern.
“Ciara? Are you okay?” He slowly lowers me down, and the feel of my body sliding down his has me cursing myself for my paranoia.
“I’m sorry, it’s not you. I just…have these security checks I do for myself every time I come home, and I didn’t get to do them yet. I tried to ignore it because I want you so badly, but I’m kind of freaking out, honestly.” I can’t believe I just admitted that out loud. I look away from him, not wanting to see the confusion and pity that I’m sure will be in his eyes. He doesn’t give me a chance, though, before he lifts his finger beneath my chin and tips my head up to meet his gaze.
His eyes soften but it’s with adoration, not pity. He grabs my hand. “Show me.”
“What?”
“Show me the routine. I’ll do it with you.”
“You’re serious?”
He glares at me like he can’t believe I would ask him such a thing. “Angel. Nothing is more important to me than your safety. If you need this to feel comfortable, let me give it to you. I wanna be the only thought on your brain when I sink inside you.”
This man.
He never lets my hand go as I walk him through my routine of double-checking both locks on the door, sliding the end table in front of the door, grabbing the chef’s knife from the kitchen, and checking every room and door for anything out of order. I don’t even feel self-conscious doing it. I feel…safe. Lincoln makes me feel safe. And cherished. He doesn’t even ask to take the knife from me. I think he senses that I need the control.
“That’s it.”
“Okay. How do you feel?”
Like I might die if you don’t fuck me. Soon.“Good. Really good.” He smiles, and the heat is right back in his gaze. “Do you want to ask me about that?” I absolutely do not want to talk about it. What I want is for him to fuck me senseless until I forget any of that just happened, but if he wants to ask I won’t shy away from it. I owe him that much.
“Do you want to tell me about that?”
Never, but definitely not tonight. Talk about a mood killer.“Not tonight.”
“Then I don’t want to ask tonight. When you’re ready.” Relief washes through me at his statement. I need his hands on me.
“Linc?”
“Yeah, Ci?”
“Take me to bed.”
“Thank fuck.”
His lips crash against mine again, and he carries me the final feet to my bedroom, tossing me onto the bed. He rips his shirt over his head and peels my shirt off of me in seconds. I unclasp my bra, and he immediately takes a nipple in his mouth. He’s licking and sucking with so much intensity while massaging and pinching the other one. I moan right in his ear.
He unbuckles my pants and slides them down my legs, then takes a pause to admire my near naked body.
“Fuck, you are gorgeous.”
I squirm under his appreciation. I’ve never been shy about my body, but I haven’t been with anyone since my life turned upside down. No one has seen the raised scar on my torso up close. No one has touched the scarring beneath my tattoos in such an intimate way. I’m completely exposed to him, and he looks like he’s just unwrapped an amazing gift. Fuck, it feels good to be wanted like this. I needed this reminder that I am more than what that asshole did to me. “Lincoln, please.”
