“I swear, between him and Walter, I’m going to get a fucking complex,” Lincoln muttered. His mouth sought mine out again.
I happily let him ease me onto my back. As he took his time pressing kisses to my neck, I let out a little cough to get his attention. “Time to choose, babe. Speed things up so we can get back to the house before Walter notices we’re gone or take your time and risk Walter’s wrath that you kept his grandpuppy out past dinnertime just so you could do naughty things to me.”
Lincoln lifted enough that I could see his face in the dying light as the sun crept toward the horizon. He studied me for a long time. “Both,” he finally said. “Tell you what. I’ll get to work on the long, slow, naughty way route while you think about which tree you want me to fuck you up against the hard and fast way on our walk home. Deal?”
I reached up to stroke his cheek. Not surprisingly, he pressed a kiss to my thumb.
“Promise?” I asked.
“Always,” Lincoln responded.
“Deal,” I said before I dragged him down so I could seal it with a kiss.