He quickly removed his boxers and moved closer to the edge of the bed. I lifted my legs as he grasped my thighs to loop his arms under my knees. He pinned me to the bed with his first hard thrust. “You feel so good,” he groaned.
His thrusts were fast and deep. Every time he hit my g-spot, my body trembled. With every pump of his hips, my core throbbed and tightened around him. He was relentless as he chased his orgasm.
One of my hands caressed my breast, rubbing and pinching at the hardened nipple while the other skated down over my stomach to circle my clit. The added pleasure sent a jolt of electricity through my body. My hips bucked off the bed as I screamed, “Oh, God, Lincoln.”
My hands dropped to my sides as every muscle shook with each wave of my orgasm. His hands tightened around my thighs, plunging deeper, harder, faster. When his release came, he slammed one last time into me and stopped, his body jerking from the intensity of his release.
He leaned into me. His head turned, so his lips skimmed across my right, then left calf before letting go of my legs and climbing onto the bed to collapse beside me. We laid there for a while, his nose buried in my neck and his hand lightly caressing my swollen belly.
I wanted to stay like this forever.
My lips brushed against the top of his head, and I held him close. The truth of my feelings bubbled to the surface, and swirled around in my head.
No matter how much I fought it, I was falling in love with Lincoln.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Lincoln
Inever should haveanswered the call.
The breakfast I’d been preparing for Harper lay forgotten on the countertop in front of me. With each stride back and forth across the kitchen floor, my chest tightened further. “Iamexcited, Clint.”
“You don’t sound like it,” he said, his tone more confused than angry. “The director specifically asked for you, Lincoln.”
“I know.” I pinched the bridge of my nose and released a heavy sigh. “It’s what I’ve been working toward, but the first of the year—it’s less than two weeks away. Are you sure they can’t wait a little longer for me to decide?”
“No, they are not going to change their production schedule to give you time to decide. You know that. Listen, Lincoln, if you don’t want the job, I’ll call and turn it down, but you’d be making a terrible decision. This part is solid. There is no good reason to say no.”
I bit my tongue refraining from naming Harper as a good reason. But if I took the lead in this film, I’d have to leave her far sooner than I anticipated. I might even miss the birth of our child. I rubbed my forehead. “Can I have a day, at least?”
“I can hold them off for a day, but after that, they won’t wait. There’s big money behind this movie, and they have no choice but to start production on the first.”
“I get it, Clint. Send the script and let me look it over. I’ll see what I can do.” Even as I requested the script and gave Clint hope I’d accept the role, I wasn’t sure I would. If I left now, I would kiss my chance with Harper goodbye.
Clint grumbled something under his breath before responding to me. “I don’t know what’s going on, but if you turn this role down, this director may not ask for you again. You’re not in a position yet that allows you to turn away something with this much potential.”