Page 21 of Beyond The Barre

Linc’s hand came to rest on top of hers. His warm touch instantly soothed her nerves. Their gazes met and his eyes searched her face, perhaps for any further doubt. Then he raised his hand and slid it up her neck to cradle the side of her head.

How could such a simple move feel so intimate? She relaxed into his hand and was rewarded by a kiss from his hungry lips.

He finished opening the door and they moved inside as one, their mouths never losing contact as the door was shut and her key and purse were forgotten on the floor.

“Bedroom?” he murmured against her lips, laughing when all she was capable of was waving down the hall.

Then her legs went out from under her as Linc scooped her up in his arms as though she weighed nothing. Scarlett snuggled against the curve of his neck and breathed in the musky scent of him, all manly and intoxicating.

Linc put her back on her feet in the middle of the bedroom before running his hand up her back—a slow caress, hot against her skin. Her eyes didn’t leave his, but she shivered under his touch, feeling the heat, the purpose behind it as his fingers traced up his spine to the back of her neck, curling to tangle in her hair. There was no space left between them, their bodies pressed together. She was sweaty and breathless and feeling so damn right—it was like she’d been made to be there, fitted to him, chest to chest, hip to hip.

Linc leaned closer, closer, and she caught her breath, lost in the rhythm of their bodies, the intensity of his dark eyes drawing her into him. It all felt so natural, and it was the easiest thing in the world when he closed those last precious inches between them and found her lips with his.

The kiss blazed through her like wildfire. It was overwhelming, a flood of sensation like she’d never known before setting every nerve ablaze. Her brain shut off, short-circuited by the rush of pleasure, and all her hesitance was forgotten.

He unclothed her, achingly slowly, his fingers soft against her skin. His lips followed his fingers, kissing their way over her shoulders all the way to that sensitive spot on her neck.

She was shaking on the inside. She knew he would be a practised lover, far more experienced than her, and she could only hope her nerves wouldn't show.

His breathing became ragged, and he let out a guttural groan. She loved how out of control he sounded, how desperate. She wanted him to want her, to need her as much as she needed him.

She watched with hooded eyes as he dropped to his knees in front of her. Then he was spreading her legs wide again, his expression caught somewhere between pleasure and pain. His eyes lifted to meet hers for one brief, intense moment before he leaned forward. She braced her weight back on her arms as she watched his dark head draw closer and closer. The first touch of his tongue nearly sent her over the edge. Her whole body jerked, and Linc’s hands clamped on her thighs. He pressed closer, his tongue hot and wet and fast against her as he kissed her with big, greedy open-mouthed hunger.

Too quickly, she felt her climax rising inside her. She fought it, wanting to savour every last second. Linc’s hands slid up the outside of her thighs to her hips and drew her closer again. She tried hard to hold out, but he was so avid, so intense …

Her back arched and her thighs trembled as she came, her hips pushing against the grip of his hands. He rode out her orgasm and kept kissing her, still hungry for more. She gasped, quivering with arousal. It was too much. He was too much. She grabbed a handful of his hair and used it to drag his head up. His gaze was unfocused, his expression distracted as he looked up at her.

Kissing him fervently, she could taste herself on his lips. She wanted to please him the way he’d so easily pleased her.

Breaking the kiss, she pushed his pants down and his magnificent manhood sprung free.. She moved to lie down on her bed. He followed, shedding the rest of his clothes on his way, and retrieving a foil packet from his wallet before joining her.

Then he was on top of her. She spread her legs and guided his erection between her thighs. The first nudge of his hardness against her made her inner muscles tighten. Then he was sliding into her, thick and long and exactly what she needed. He stroked into her once, twice, then his fingers gripped her hips and he stilled.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he said.

“So do you,” she moaned back.

He hesitated briefly, then he began to move again. He kissed her as his cock stroked her, his whole body hard and focused. He filled her utterly, stretched her, and every thrust sent shivers through her. Desire tightened low in her belly for the second time. His hands tightened on her hips and he thrust deeper, harder into her. She met him thrust for thrust, tilting her hips to deepen his penetration. She felt the exact moment when he reached the end of his tether. His body slammed into hers in one final, deep stroke. He pressed his hips into hers, his mouth open on her neck. Then he exhaled in a rush that almost sounded like a sob. She forgot to breathe as the last shudders of his body tipped her over into her own climax. She tightened around him, milking the last of his orgasm, totally lost to everything but the feel of him inside her, his body around her. Her heartbeat was still pounding in her ears as Linc’s hand found the back of her head. He held her close for what felt like a long time, their bodies still locked together, his face pressed into her neck.

Against her better judgement, Scarlett wished that time would stand still so she could savour her body against his.

CHAPTER 9

Scarlett woke the following morning to the smell of coffee. She opened her eyes to see Linc placing a cup on her bedside table, another in his other hand. After ordering takeout the night before, they had spent the rest of their night in bed.

“Good morning.” Linc smiled at her before coming back around the bed and snuggling in next to her.

She sat up and reached for the coffee, savouring the warming aroma.

“I wanted to make us breakfast but you have very little in you fridge.”

She avoided answering by kissing him instead. She could get very used to this, waking up next to Linc.

“Last night was incredible,” she murmured against his mouth.

“It was.” A smile curved his lips, his breath warm on her skin. “You are so in tune with your body. You just lose yourself to the moment.”

“I’m a dancer, and we’re very connected to our bodies—it's beyond words.” She rested her head against her hand as she spoke. “The movement, the feeling of getting the steps just right—when the painstaking choreography fits together so perfectly, I can't even feel the individual tiny actions, just the gorgeous flow as I lose myself completely in the story and the music, falling into another world until I live and breathe and exist only as a rush of motion; powerful, focused. Free.”

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