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Brushing my fingers down her cheek, I kiss her softly, rolling my hips into her until we’re both writhing. I sit up and look deeply into her eyes, restraining myself from devouring her.
“Gen, you’ll tell me if I do anything you’re not comfortable with, right?” I run a finger up her stomach, softly touching her skin. She shivers beneath me, her eyes searching mine.
“Of course. Why?”
Grabbing her hips, I flip her over, pulling her up onto all fours. Her soft moans fill the room as I slowly kiss down her spine. Bringing my hand between her legs, I push two fingersinside of her. She jolts forward at the sudden intrusion, her head dropping low on her shoulders.
“Lincoln,” she moans again, and my cock twitches in appreciation.
“Fuck, the sound my name on your lips does things to me, Gen.” Wrapping my hand around my cock, I align it with her entrance and push inside of her without warning. She yelps a surprised cry that quickly turns into a pleasure-filled moan. Grabbing hold of the lights wrapped around her wrists, I gently guide her arms up and over her head, forcing her back to arch.
I force her arms to stay upright, holding onto the strand that keeps them tied together, and I knead her breast with my free hand, thrusting into her relentlessly.
Moments later, our releases crash into us in a single, soul-shattering collision. I’ve never come so hard in my life, and for a second, all I can do is catch my breath on top of her—the rhythm of her breathing grounding me.
“Damn.” She releases a shaky exhale, a smile spreading across her lips.
“You can say that again.” I laugh, the intensity still lingering. It wasn’t just mind-blowing sex, our connection…that was something else entirely.
I roll off her, then reach to unplug the lights, plunging us into darkness. Gently, I unwind the strand from her wrists, then toss it near the edge of the bed.
As soon as I settle against her pillow again, she intertwines our fingers. So many emotions run through my mind, but I’m not sure how to articulate them. Gen stays quiet too, and I realize at that moment, words aren’t needed.
Our bodies spoke them for us.
She sighs contentedly and rolls onto her side to face me. I do the same, tucking a stray piece of her hair behind her ear.I’m about to tell her I’m falling for her when the smoke detector startles us both.
“Oh my God!” she gasps, bolting upright. “The cookies!”
“Why’s it smoky here?” Zee wrinkles her nose as she walks into Gen’s apartment thirty minutes later with Miller in tow.
We did our best to air out the apartment, but the second Gen started to shiver, I went around and closed the windows again.
I grin as Genesis groans. “Don’t ask.”
“Gen was a little tied up for a while, and we burnt a batch of cookies.” The image of her wrists wrapped in Christmas lights flashes through my mind, instantly hardening me again.
Rubbing her lower back, I shift her in front of me, not needing my cousin and his girlfriend to see how the memory is currently affecting me.
“This is going to take me a second to get used to,” Zee mutters, stepping further into the apartment.
Pebbles leaps from the couch and gallops over to Zee, jumping on her. She towers over Zee while on her hind legs, and Miller steadies her by placing his hand on her back as she sways.
“Hi, my girl. Auntie missed you so much,” Zee coos, ruffling Pebbles’s ears while the humongous dog licks her face. “Did you miss me? I missed you!”
Laughing, Gen shakes her head and busies herself as Zee and Miller settle into her apartment. I spring into action, moving around the kitchen as though it’s my own.
“You two are awfully cozy,” Miller observes with a playful quirk of his brow. “Can I do anything?”
“Yeah.” I thrust the platter of sliced pot roast toward him. “Make yourself useful and take this to the table.”
“Dick,” he teases, then balances it on one hand. “Give me something else.”
I pass him a gravy boat, and he tosses me a wink like he’s the lead server at a Michelin star restaurant.
Dinner is lively and full of laughter. Zee fires a few hundred questions at me and Gen in rapid succession, wanting to know everything about what happened between us, where it was going, and most importantly, are we in love?
“It’s only been a week!” Gen emphasizes when Zee asked the last question, her cheeks flushing as she flicks her gaze to me.
