“Linc.”
“I’ve got you,” he said. “Take what you need.”
Drowning in sensations, she let go of her dress. It fell over his head, making this feel so much naughtier, sexier. She reached under her dress and raked her fingers through his hair, his strong arms keeping her afloat as she rode out the ebbs and flows.
Her voice thinned to a whisper, and she whimpered, “Yes…” She sagged against the rail, Linc still between her legs, his fingers running along her folds, excruciatingly slow, as he kissed her soft curls.
She drew a breath and opened her eyes to find him sliding back up her body. She put her hands on his face, her heart crashing, her body still humming. “I can’t believe I’ve gone without that for so long.”
He chuckled. “If you liked that, wait until I slide my cock in you.”
Damn, she loved it when dirty words came out of his mouth. “Show me.”
His mouth found hers. Their tongues joined and tangled as one of his hands went to her hair. He pulled the pins, letting her mess of curls fall down her back. He fisted it and murmured into her mouth. “You are so damn sexy.”
She hadn’t felt this wanted…okay, ever. “When you talk to me like that,” she whispered, her heart tripping up a bit. Dammit, the only thing she was supposed to feel this weekend was his body. “You make me feel…really wanted.”
He pushed his cock against her. “So much, it’s all I can do not to rip this dress off you and fuck the hell out of you right now. It’s all I can do to take it slow.”
“Slow is overrated.” She ripped at his shirt. “I need you now.”
He captured her hands and shoved them behind her back, pinning her to the rail with his hips. “You’ll have me. Believe me, you have me. I want your hands on my cock more than anything, but first you need to touch yourself.” She sucked in a breath and held it as he stepped back to look her over. A dark perusal that felt more erotic than a caress. “I want you out of this dress.”
Rough hands grabbed her around the waist and turned her. Her whole body trembled at the sound of her zipper opening. Linc’s warm knuckles slid over her spine, and her body burned hotter when he unhooked her bra with a practiced ease she didn’t want to think about. In the distance, a car door slammed, followed by voices.
Linc’s hands stilled, his breath coming fast. His head dropped to her shoulder. “Fuck, Lauren.” He lightly bit her neck, his heart pounding against her back. “I’m sorry. But you make me lose control, forget where I am. I want you so much it’s messing with my head.” His hands spanned her waist and he moved her away from the rail, pressing her back to the house, away from prying eyes. “I know I said I didn’t care who was watching, but I do. The only one I want looking at you is me.”
She heaved in a breath, his words inching inside and warming her as he protected her with his body. Her heart skipped a beat as he removed her dress, letting it fall to the deck. She stepped out of it, and stood facing him, bare naked.
He spun her around, grabbed her hands and pressed them to the wall above her head. The warm length of his body pressed against her, but it was his growl that made her quiver. His breath was hot on her flesh when he pulled her hair from her shoulder and kissed the sensitive spot on her neck. Her lids fluttered shut as his mouth moved to her ear.
“Are you ready for me to fuck the hell out of you?” he whispered.
“Yes…”
“Then face me.”
He stepped back, and she shivered, her excitement deepening. Wanting everything he promised, she turned, and when she caught the intense way he was looking at her, she felt a little nervous. He looked his fill, his eyes on her body for a very long time. She was about to cover herself when he stopped her.
“Don’t,” he said. “You’re beautiful.” He stepped into her and dipped his head, his need so tangible she could almost taste it. His hot mouth closed around one nipple and she arched into him. He drew it into his mouth, his tongue swirling with such skill it inflamed every part of her body.
“Linc,” she murmured.
He drew back, his expression hot as he reached for her hands, and her fingers trembled slightly as he guided them to her chest. “Touch with me.” She palmed her breasts, and Linc’s forceful hands closed over hers, flattening, pressing, his eagerness burning through her.
Heat chased away the last of her unease. “So good,” she murmured. His nostrils flared as he watched her, and it made her want to tease him, to make him moan. She rubbed her nipples, and threw her head back as a soft moan of pleasure rose from her throat. “Oh, yes.”